Devil CEO's Contract Lover

"How do you reduce the pain?"

Seeing my silly question no less than throwing himself at me, he lowered his head and kissed me on the lips, and that was the answer?

I realized I'd been fooled, it was another one of his traps! If usually I would have resisted, however, seeing the bruises on his body, I couldn't do it, forget it, it's not the first time I've been kissed.

I thought of the saying, if you can't help but be forced, just close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure.

Austin, who barged in without knocking, enjoyed the scene.

I can't imagine that the little beauty is so active and sits on Damon's body and wraps her arms around Damon's neck.

Austin hurriedly closed the door and said, "Damon is changing his clothes, let's diagnose it later."

"Damon! You're so obnoxious!" I was so annoyed that I let go of his neck with both arms and stood up, this hateful man! "What? It's not like he doesn't know where the baby in your belly came from." Damon was so proud of himself.

You deserve to get hurt! I thought, as I cheekily opened the door, ignoring Austin's impish grin.

The truth is, I'm always so easily indulged by him, it's not good to keep going, it's a gamble.

In the end, I will lose badly, because his final choice will be Miss Tiffany.

Looking at the giant picture on the wall, I feel a little sour in my heart, wanting to grab something, but I can't.

It was a strange circle, and if I jumped in, I couldn't turn back. I chose to retreat and kill the feeling that had just bubbled up.

Monica looks at me and asks, "You're not hurt? You're with Damon, and he's hurt so much, do you care?"

I wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that I was really concerned that I was carrying the Rubinstein family's flesh and blood in my belly.

"Yes...... Damon was the one who shielded me in his arms, I wasn't hurt, I was the one who dragged him down or he wouldn't have been." I wouldn't lie.

"You mean Damon he protected you and you weren't hurt at all?" Monica's eyes became different, what's wrong?

I nodded, the look in Monica's eyes made it impossible to deny.

"Very well, did he ...... say anything to you? About my ...... or......" I asked, obviously concerned about this.

I spoke with difficulty, "It seems like he has some kind of preconceived notion about you, and I know I'm an outsider and I shouldn't say that."

"That's okay, I want to hear it." Monica wasn't surprised that I said this out loud.

Inside the door the doctor was diagnosing Damon and Monica and I were outside the door.

"He said you were too cold and made him not feel at home. I can tell he's been trying to get your attention."

I said, and Monica pondered.

This strong woman can handle all the tough issues, but when it comes to her own son, she is at a loss.

Look at the problem does not look at the surface phenomenon, always feel that there is some misunderstanding between us, and for my scruples, I did not explore.

"So, I know he doesn't take the initiative to call me every time, no matter how far away I am." My eyes became dark.

"It's not too late to start now, you care for him a little more, sometimes the display of affection does not need to be subtle."

I said, "In the future, if you and Tiffany get along well, I think he will gradually let go of his feelings."

I was still a little uncomfortable saying such things, Damon is Miss Tiffany's, not mine.

As soon as the door opened, Monica asked, "How's the gentleman's injury?"

The family doctor said, "It's still a bit traumatic, I suggest that you still have to rest from the inside out, or there will be after-effects later."

"How is it so serious?" I asked, just now Damon acted as if it didn't hurt, it was no big deal.

"It was originally a moderate trauma, and Mister's tolerance for pain has always been beyond normal, which is really distressing."

Having always existed as Mr.'s family doctor, the doctor knew Damon's personality well; he would not easily show his discomfort unless he was dead.

When I thought about how I had pushed Damon when Austin hit me earlier, his brow furrowed for a moment and then relaxed.

A little guilt grew in my heart, is he used to this? He shouldn't have been baptized with the cruelty of the gentry.

In the evening, we all had a peaceful dinner, and we didn't mention much about what happened during the day, it was not a good topic.

Austin clip food to Damon, "Damon, you eat more, replenish nutrition, see the little beauty like that, I'm afraid to worry to death."

Damon smiled wickedly and looked at me, I glared at Austin in annoyance, he is too nosy, right?

Monica spoke up, "Sofia you'd better not go out much these days, the heat from the media coverage hasn't gone away yet, and this time we've spent a lot of effort setting things right, your body can't let you do whatever you want."

I nodded, it's true that the two times I went out with Damon alone, there were special events that made people fall over themselves, which is not good.

The doctor said Damon had to combine work and rest lately, not too strenuous, and every afternoon the doctor would give him two hours of examination and treatment.

"It's really important to get well, the Rubinstein family doesn't accept children with disabilities, and we can take down a business as big as Gonzales in an instant, Damon, you did a good job this time." Monica finally unfolded a little smile.

Damon smiled bitterly, he didn't like to talk about business matters during dinner time.

I went back to my room and turned on the TV as a matter of habit. The news channel showed the rise of Gonzales Enterprises from its rise to bankruptcy.

"This afternoon Gonzales president Carson Marsh threw gasoline on the street and set himself on fire, signaling the end of the cloud-powered business he had founded, Gonzales Enterprises was founded in the early eighties ......"

I didn't hear the news anymore, the picture playing on the screen was Carson Marsh all covered in fire.

I covered my mouth, I wanted to throw up but couldn't, it was brutal!

It really was a case of the loser being the loser, losing everything overnight and extinguishing himself with suicide.

Damon saw the scene when he entered, and he couldn't help but frown, grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Don't watch any of this news in the future, your mind can't accept such reality yet." Damon said as he sat next to me. "How many of these things have you encountered?" I said as I smoothed out my chest.

I hated Destiny and Carson Marsh, people who used their power to hurt others, but Carson Marsh was dead.

"A lot of ......" Damon's voice had some huskiness to it, "You don't have to worry about that, the losers can only fall."

Just like Rubinstein Enterprises, which he now owns, if economic policy is unstable or if something happens to any important part of it, he has nothing.

"It's horrible." I said, finding the thought of people left in a puddle of ashes under the flames unacceptable.

"That's the reality, me, you're a fantasy person, and in a mansion, you can only be realistic." Damon said.

He knew it was too cruel to tell me this, and I had to accept the reality that it was better to know sooner rather than later.

He got up and poured a glass of red wine, looked at the light red liquid, and tasted a sip.

Since returning home, he often drinks red wine before going to bed to help him sleep, otherwise he may have a sleepless night. "You are injured today, or do not drink." I watched him drink and frowned and said.

"It's okay." Damon said, lying on the bed, "Do you believe that sometimes I feel like I have nothing."

I put my hand in his hand as if to comfort him, always feeling that sometimes Damon's frown always melts between the sorrow. "Don't care what people think, your mom or anyone else, Damon, what do you really want to do?"

"Forget it, it's useless." He put the wine back and smiled at me, "It has come to this, I have no choice."

"I think I saw you feel pity for me, what, feel sorry for me?" Damon asked, looking me in the eye.

"What do you hope it is? Maybe it is indeed pity, as you say."

"I don't need pity, we are both proud people, you should understand what pride means to us."

"It means not being the first to bow down to others."

"Good."

Then there was full darkness, and Damon's long, slender hand reached out and turned off the light, leaving the room dark.

The two men's breathing was clearly discernible, and I moved to find my usual spot to lie down, my heart pounding.

From my side-lying position I could see the starry sky outside the window, the night shrouded, the surrounding greenery nice, the autumn insects chirping.

Damon's hand reached over, as if there was a heart-to-heart, and their hands clasped.

Perhaps this is two lonely people, the way the heart soothes, my heart rose full.

No extra action, just quietly clasped, but let me toss and turn.

Always thinking of myself as weak, I didn't understand that everyone has a soft spot.

Tiffany is so busy at work and doesn't seem to call very often.

It's really admirable that I care about my career. I can tell I'm relieved that Damon is there and their bond should be strong.

"Still awake?" Damon's voice came through the covers.

I wanted to pretend to be asleep, but eventually nodded my head.

The covers moved slightly and Damon asked, "Why are you still up? Can't sleep?"

"Well, a little sleepy, probably from the scare I got during the day."

I hadn't adjusted to the change in Damon's attitude in the last few days.

"What about you? Why can't you sleep either?" I asked.

I hadn't realized that the two men seemed so intimate in the middle of the night.

"Habitual insomnia." Damon said, "It's been going on for a long time."

I turned my body around so I could see Damon's bright eyes in the pale moonlight, and I pressed my cheek into the pillow with a heat at the base of my neck.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked, the moonlight allowing him to see the outline of my face.

I seemed smaller than Tiffany, and less easy-going in nature, and sometimes his words could draw my anger towards each other.

Such I gathered together, but it is impossible to ignore, perhaps I have a strong power in my small body.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐