Her Substitute Groom

Janice POV

I scoffed for the second time, recalling what happened yesterday night. How could I have been so silly to the point of almost having sex with him? If he had not stopped, then that’s how I would’ve given up my virginity to a jerk?Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You are such a pathetic idiot, Janice,” I cursed at myself, running my fingers through my hair. My phone beeped, and my heart dropped when I checked to see that it was a text from my little brother. Again, he needed money for his tuition fees, and here I was, stranded with no hope of ever getting a means of income. I guess it was high time I started looking for a job to survive.

‘I’ll send you some money soon. Please give me some time’ I replied to his text, then tossed my phone on the nightstand and sank my fingers into my hair. Coming to this family was the worse decision I’ve ever made, and I couldn’t help but regret ever coming here. Maybe I should’ve just continued working as a call girl and never threw this bait. I was married to my nightmare, and despite being one of the wealthiest men in the country, I couldn’t even live the comfortable life I so dreamt of.

“I’m going to lose my mind if I keep thinking about this,” I mumbled, pushing my thoughts away. The sound of the water coming from the bathroom made me roll my eyes, knowing that this bastard was still in there. I know I had nothing to do and also nowhere to go, but can he just come outside so I can bathe?

It was as if he heard my thoughts, because the door opened at that time, and he came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp with water dripping down his body, making him annoyingly and awfully cute. I hate to admit it, but he was everything cute.

“You are going to get horny if you keep staring at me like that,” His voice pulled me back to reality, and that was when the realization dawned on me that I’d been staring at him all along, so I quickly averted my gaze and rolled my eyes.

“Who said that I was staring at you?” I mumbled and heard him scoff.

I watched as he sat in front of the mirror, and I couldn’t seem to get off what happened yesterday off my head. He was very much good at pretending, but I wasn’t.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Do you want anything?” He asked me, and I bit my bottom lip. Should I ask him for money since he was asking what I wanted from him? I asked myself but quickly dismissed the thoughts because it was very stupid of me to even think about it.

“I’m sending Claire with you later to take you shopping for some new clothes. My wife can’t be looking old-fashioned like that…”

“What! Me? Old-fashioned? Are you kidding me? Who said that I’m old-fashioned?” I huffed angrily, but he rolled his eyes instead.

“Wait! Your wife? I told you to stop calling me that, man. It’s making me feel uncomfortable,” I snapped at him, but he scoffed instead. Well, for a moment, I wanted to tell him to give me the money he was going to use to get me clothes. I mean, I still have new clothes and I didn’t think I would need new ones again, so I needed the money more.

“We’ll be seen together often henceforth, so you need to dress well if you should be seen with me,” He uttered sarcastically, and I could swear I had no idea what he meant by that.

“What…”

“I’ve decided to hire you as my personal assistant. You will be coming to the office with me starting from Monday. Love it, yeah?” He tilted his head to look at me, smirking, and I rolled my eyes. Deep inside me, I was so excited that I wanted to scream out loud, but knowing the kind of annoying jerk he is, I didn’t want to give him the impression of me being excited, so I just rolled my eyes.

“And who said you can make me your personal assistant without my consent?” I asked him, praying silently he didn’t end up changing his mind. It was the first time I was going to work for anyone, so I was excited.

“I would’ve asked you if I needed your consent, and you should be thankful to your stars that I am choosing to employ you. Don’t make me change my mind, and do whatever I ask you to do,” he sounded sarcastic, and I scoffed.

“Are you expecting me to say thank you? Well, that’s in your dream, Connor. I don’t need your help, and…”

“You know you can actually stop raising your voice, yeah? I bet you wouldn’t want to use that voice to scream my name this early, yeah?” He looked at me and licked his bottom lip seductively, winking at me. My heart fluttered, and I felt my abdomen twitched. I felt a hard sting in my pussy, and I knew exactly what it meant. He was fucking turning me on without even trying. Is he doing it intentionally? I asked myself, but does it matter?

“You are crazy,” I mumbled, standing up from the bed. I was heading to the bathroom when he held my hand and pulled me back, sitting me on his thighs.

“Wh… what are you doing?” I stuttered, raising my eyebrows in shock, and he shrugged.

“Playing with my wife,” He replied to me with a sense of sarcasm in his voice, and before I could say anything else, he gently grope one of my boobs that were standing firmly underneath my nightie, and my breath hitched.

“Do you like it?” He whispered, his eyes piercing into mine. While his right hand was caressing my boob, I could feel the other one crawling up my bare back underneath my dress, and I ended up clapping my thighs together when I felt a burning sensation between them. I jumped off his thighs, and I heard him snicker.

“What? Are you scared I might do something to you, hmm?” He asked, and chuckled, looking at my reflection in the mirror, but I ignored him and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind me.

Standing in front of the mirror, I cursed under my breath when I saw the blush that was still on my face.

“Ugh! That jerk!” I cursed, running my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t deny this burning desire that was consuming me, this wants that was taking over me. It was obvious that I so much wanted him, but he was only out to play with me. Just when the fuck is he going to do what I want? I asked myself, but reminding myself that I didn’t want this to happen, I sighed and crashed against the wall.

I stripped out of my nightie, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My nipples were hard, and when I touched them, I couldn’t help but moan for a moment. And when I stripped out of my pant, I felt embarrassed seeing the liquid-sticky substance in it. Did I fucking release with what he did to me back there? It’s not possible, right? I asked myself, and sighed briefly.

I intentionally spent much time in the bathroom, thinking he would be gone to the office by the time I walk back into the room, but I was stunned when I went inside and found him relaxed on the bed like he wasn’t going anywhere today.

“I thought you were going to the office,” I spoke up out of curiosity, and he took his gaze from his phone to look at me.

“We are resuming work together on Monday, so we will be spending time together for the rest of the week. The doctor asked me to rest, so I need to stay back to gain back strength,” He explained to me, not looking from his phone all the time he was talking to me. Wow! I guess I was going to be frustrated for some time. To start with, he won’t ever allow me to go back to the mansion as long as he was here, and it’s another frustration for me.

“Do you like the idea?” I rolled my eyes after hearing his dumb question.

“I would rather be happy over a family’s death,” I smirked at him, and he raised his eyebrows.

“Do you want to die? How dare you!” He retorted, and I shook my head.

“Anyway, I’m going to the hospital later,” I uttered as I sat in front of the mirror, and I could feel the tension that followed my last words. I didn’t want to look at him because there was no reason to, but the chilled atmosphere made me curious, so I looked at him and found him glaring hard at me. Did I say something wrong?