A Wife for Hire: The Billionaire's contract Wife
(The twins)
Chapter Three
"Miss Marilyn, this is your room." The maid announced leading her to a five star bedroom designated to be her quarters during the duration of the pretend marriage. Marilyn gulped down the lump in her throat. Her brain ruminating over the contract over and over again the new reality she got herself into flashing right before her eyes. She felt scared, nervous and confused not for herself but for the twins. Would they like her? What would outsiders think and the rest of the family puzzled her.
A few hours ago she signed away a year of her life. The lawyer stated the rules the famous, and dreadful dos and don'ts Aaron Buckley enforced which would determine how successful the arrangement would work.
No intimacy.
No sleeping in his bedroom.
No shared emotional feelings.
Be the best couple in public, and avoid each other in private….
She read the piece of contract paper carefully, and signed it. The lawyer left immediately followed by Aaron who excused himself.
Hours later a middle aged woman old enough to be Aaron's mother was the only female in the gigantic building. Her manners are rehearsed, stoic, barely spoken except when talked to or reciting her bosses orders. Marilyn followed sheepishly as she was led on the path leading to her new room henceforth.
The door parted, she walked in, and a gasp left her throat.
Her eyes flashed over the exquisite room. It took her breath away as the furniture, mirrors, artifacts, and various objects she saw in magazines were staring right back at her.
"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. The bathing room is ready, your dress is perfectly laid out, and I'll be getting you dressed." The maid pointed to the purple long flowing slit high gown with a bow to the side. A black box of jewelry placed on the middle table, and a pair of white pump shoes laid to the marble extremely translucent polished floors.
"Is it important I wear all these, and get everything on?" She asked herself, her tone came out a little louder.
"Yes madam, it's the Boss order." Her maid insists.
Marilyn nodded as the maid walked out providing the young woman the privacy to get rid of her clothes for a thorough wash. Marilyn pinched her cheeks hard to believe she's alive, human and capable of pain. If this was a dream she would happily never wake up.
Was she in heaven? Sure she was the heaven money could create.
The Buckleys were literally gods. The tabloids worshiped them, and the media never ran out of publications and news worthy gossip to the public. Never did it occur to her someday she'll find herself crossing paths with Aaron Buckley. Let alone sit on his chair, get signed into a contract as his children's step mother and a fake marriage for a year.
Her little belongings wrapped under her fingers, her eyes running across the neatly arranged pile of expensive cotton mattresses. Marilyn placed the small belongings to the foot of the bed.
Her fingers unbuttoned her shirts, slowly untangling her creamed colored bra. Her eyes fixated on the wooden long length glass mirror. The bra pops to the floor spilling her round perky breast out of its confinement. Her reflection flashed upon the mirror, the soft surface of her feminine beauty in an alluring display. Her fingers moved to the lower region of her stomach down to the valley between her legs, and pulled the black cotton panties she wore exposing her fresh neatly shaved mound.
Blushing on both cheeks she hurriedly made her way into the bathroom. The bath tub was screaming luxury from the wash basin to the floors made out of luxury items, the large long length bathroom table filled with soaps, body washes and diverse towels.
Her face didn't linger for long as the sound of the bell ringing coming from the main house startled her, and forced her into a quick wash. She toweled her skin dry, applied a sweet smelling oil on her skin, and quickly slipped on the bathrobe and made her way into the bedroom and met the maid earlier waiting patiently with the dress in hand.
In silence she was dressed for dinner. Probably the first dinner she has ever attended. The first time she was treated like some sort of celebrity.
Her heels clicked the floor loudly as she was led to the dinner room. The doors came apart by the guards, and slowly she took a step into the hall walking all by herself.
Her eyes lit up once she spotted him, his back turned to her standing at the mouth of the table, his hands placed on the table softly tapping on it. Her eyes hover around the room and meet the silence.
No kids she muttered to herself as she gained grounds on reaching the table he slowly turned in such a way she felt her heart beat loudly in her chest. His blonde hair, light blue eyes, and his blue suit jacket hugged his body perfectly.
The pants perfectly fitted to his muscular body made her mouth water, and her stomach warm with heat.
"Welcome Marilyn." His tone ripened as he motioned for her to sit, flashing a few sets of nice dentition.
The mere mention of her name leaving his lips made her inside twist not out of fear or pain but an unexplainable feeling she hasn't felt for anyone and it puzzled her.
She nodded, her lips clamped tight to speak as she made it to the chair at the other end of the long table, and sat. The food opened again with servants coming one after another with trays of food.
In minutes the dining table was filled with food, juices, wines and cakes. Marilyn's throat gulped saliva over and over again, her eyes widened in surprise. She had never seen so much food at once in her life, and most of the dishes were meals she fancied from far but never made the effort to think herself capable of purchasing such delectable meals.
The door burst open with two girls running through the door screaming. "Papa!"
"Papa!"
A red haired curly with green eyes girl ran straight to the table followed by the other, the younger of the two with straight blonde hair, and light blue eyes as Aaron Buckley the perfect image of her father. He pushed the chairs backward, and scooped his little princesses into his large arms.
"I get to kiss papa first."
"No, it's my turn." Piper fired back.
"Calm down girls. You can both kiss Papa together." He ruffled their hair affectionately.
"Hooray!" The girls screamed excitedly in unison pecking their dad on his cheek. And their little giggles filled the room. He took turns carrying them on his shoulders, and tickling their hands and feet. The girls laughed until tears leaked from the corner of their eyes in exhaustion.
Marilyn watched them closely, almost teary eyed. The public display of affection, love and respect they had for one another. A deep hollow space in her heart jiggled. Marilyn always wanted to know what having a full childhood felt like. Not hers filled with broken hearts, survival and being forced to grow up strong at a tender age of her childhood. It robbed her off what it felt like to have someone love you, protect and someone she could depend on. She acted tough, fought for survival before knowing what she was doing.
Aaron stopped suddenly coming to the realization there was another individual at the table.
"Kids, I have someone very interesting I'd like to introduce you to."
"Santa Claus but Papa it's not Christmas yet." Piper murmurs staring at him with her little cute doe eyes.
"Hope we aren't vacationing again, and you brought in a travel guide? I hate long travels." Paige grumbled flying gives her frights.
Aaron turned around pointing at Marilyn, and back to the kids for a proper introduction. She left her seat, and crouched to the floor close enough.
"Hi girls." Marilyn waved to them with a full smile. Her smile died when her sweet arm of friendship was met with open hostility, and contempt. The girls both frowned, staring her right in the face angrily.
"Remember her? Marilyn Edwards, the lady you kept talking about, made sure you weren't lonely. The day…"
"What's she doing here?"
The question shook him off guard. He wasn't expecting their indifference or anger. They wanted a mother, especially Paige. She kept hoping someday they would run into her again but their new change of attitude troubled him.
"My name is Marilyn…"
"I didn't ask you so stay away!" Paige cut her off curtly. Her gaze landed on her father. Her green eyes marked the hurt, and anger radiating from her little body.
Aaron swallowed. Instantly regretting his decision. "She's your new mother… She's to read you a bedtime story, sing to you, fix your hair, bake you sweet cookies, and trust me she's not going to take your mother away from you or us. No one is ever going to take Ophelia away from us." He confidently stated.
"Lies!" Paige broke into a hot tears, her tears falling copiously down her cheek staining her dress.
Marilyn froze.