The Billionaire's Obsession; Her Toxic Desires.

Caitlyn's pov.

I choked again, but this time around, there was no food in my mouth. I coughed so loudly that I thought my stomach was going to come out of my throat. Zayn rubbed my back, an unusually calm expression on his face. Did he not care that I was dying?

"Sir.." I huffed, settling down and sipping from the glass of water in front of me. "I must not have heard right." I tried to wave it off, glancing at him.

"Do I look like the kind of man to sit around and make jokes?" His stern voice came, his dark eyes reminding me that he is my boss.

"But.. this is crazy. I can't." I furrowed my brows, staring at the document before me. My head swirled with different thoughts, it was so difficult to keep track of one.

"Why can't you?"

I turned to him with widened eyes. "Because it's absurd, unheard of! Who asks their secretary to sign a marriage contract?"

"Caitlyn."

I loved the way my name rolled of his lips, it was the sexiest thing ever.

Gosh! I can't believe I'm thinking about that at a time like this! Zayn has really driven me insane.

"Listen, we both need this. You need a place to stay, you're quite literally homeless, and I... Well, I need a wife."

"A wife for what exactly?"

"I need to secure a heavy business deal, and I can't do that without a wife." He swallowed as soon as the last word left his lips, it was almost as if the words were too heavy for him.

His dim eyes and clenched jaw were enough to show me that he didn't want this either, but he had no choice.

As much as I was shamelessly attracted to my boss, marrying him was the last thing I expected to happen in my entire existence. It should sound like bliss, a dream come true, but that is far from the reality. Zayn isn't a nice man, he's a ruthless billionaire who finds joy in ruining women, I can't fathom being married to him.

"Why me? There are hundreds of ladies who would fall at your feet for this." I bit my lip, staring down at my intertwined fingers.

I heard him scoff before he got to his feet, adjusting his tailored suit. He walked over to the other side of the table and sat down, his eyes still fixed on me.

"Because you're desperate." A psychotic smile crept up on his face and I shuddered.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"You heard me." He sniffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Caitlyn, I need you to be my wife for a year while I land the biggest business deal of my life, and in exchange, I'll give you a roof over your head, all the money you could only have dreamed of, and a status so high that your ex husband will wither in pain."

As attractive as that sounds, I still had my doubts.

"I don't know.."

"Go through the contract, sign it and return it by the end of the day." His stoic expression made my heart race. He got up again and started making his way towards the door.

"But if you refuse to sign them, return them and leave, the streets would be more than happy to have you back." He scoffed and strode out in a hurry, leaving me with a hanging jaw and teary eyes.

Since it was a Saturday, I didn't have to go to work. As soon as he left, I opened the document to go through it. The terms of the marriage were already stated, and it included a lot of things except our sexual relationship.

I couldn't help but wonder why he said nothing about intimacy. Was it allowed? Was it not allowed? I almost lost a brain cell trying to decipher it. Did he perhaps want us to have sex in our fake marriage?

The thought of it made my cheeks flush, and I ended up recounting what happened between us the previous night. The feeling of his cock pounding in and out of me like he was trying to mark his territory. I had never felt so wanted, so yearned for.. even though I knew it was all sheer lust.

Zayn would never feel anything for me, he was known for his promiscuous but charming nature. And me? Well I can't help but crave for his touch as well.

However, Zayn was right about me having nowhere else to go. I allowed Mason to rule my life, he never let me own any property, he claimed that his mother thought it was useless for a woman to own anything. I can't believe I fell for all of that.

Stranded at the mercy of my boss right now, the odds are stacked up against me. Signing this contract could be my only way out, and I hated that fact so much.

.......

Many hours passed, but Zayn was still not home. It's not even a work day, so why was he out so late?

I was sitting on one of his leather couches when Miss Rose approached me, bowing slightly and wearing her signature bright smile.

"Miss." She called.

"Oh, hey." I greeted her casually.

"Are you okay?" She asked and I shrugged.

"I am. But, your boss, does he always stay out this late?" I immediately asked, curious.

"I would consider it quite early if sir Zayn returns by this time." She chuckled and I almost gasped. Ten in the night is early? For a Saturday night? Mason would have had my head!

"Oh.." I mouthed, nodding my head slowly.

"Dinner is served." She informed me but I shook my head.

"No thanks, I'll just wait a little." I sighed, staring out the window at the surreal view of the lit up city. It was a cold night, and I was wrapped in a robe that Miss Rose handed to me a couple of hours ago.

After what seemed like forever, the dashing devil walked in, his electrifying aura instantly making the air tense. I bit my lip, unable to control the throbbing between my legs.

He was effortlessly hot and he knew it.

"You're finally back." I muttered as he walked up to me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Yes, and you better have your response ready. I don't like having my time wasted." He was stern with his order, and my heart dipped.

"Well, I have made a decision." I cleared my throat, grabbing the document from behind me where I had dropped it.

He kept on staring, but not at the document, he had his eyes on me. I had no idea what was going on in his head, but it had to be something dark.

"Take it." I tried to get him to look away and he finally did, taking the document from me.

"There. I signed it." I added and a short grin appeared on his face but only for a split second.

"I'm ready," I continued, "I'm ready to be your wife for the next one year."

He lowered his head, his warm breath fanning my tensed skin, "good girl."

I shuddered, but a smile tugged on the corner of my lips.

If only my boss knew.... I had my own plans.