Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

3- Are You My Husband?

Ashley Walters pov:

Despite so many requests, nobody bothered to send me my bag. I was still wearing the same dress that was emitting a sweaty stench.

Yuck!

It had been three days since my wedding. I still hadn’t seen the handsome guy’s face and I was hell curious.

That naked delicious back still popped up in my mind when I was doing nothing. That is for most of the day. Today I took a shower and washed my clothes with that gent’s body wash.

Did I have a choice?

My husband seldom came to his room. Last night he did sleep in his bed and I held my pee waiting for him to go to sleep.

Thank God he didn’t take long.

The maid who used to clean his room and used to bring my three meals to the room was now getting a little bit friendly.

Though I was not allowed to interact with anyone but staying the whole day in a room, waiting for the meals where I was not allowed to even watch TV. This absurd routine had started taking a toll on me.

This afternoon I opened the door just a tiny bit and peeked out.

Good. I could not see anyone outside.

At this point, I was even ready to talk to the man who was my husband. I just wanted someone to talk to.

The maid had told me that the whole floor belonged to my husband and no one was allowed to check the rooms except those selective maids who were responsible for cleaning.

Walking around in drenched clothes, I was not least a bit scared that someone might catch me red-handed.

Who was I? Their pet?

Even a pet has rights.

hallway ended at a room. Though there were several but I didn’t

to decide if I should go inside or not when I

“Getting bored, sweetheart?

felt my heart

great might, I turned around

His black bangs were falling on his forehead and the cute smile made

some odd reason I suddenly felt thirsty. Licking my lower lip with nervousness

dipped to my lips for a

are dripping right now making the whole carpet wet. This can land you

looked at him

Please. I did not want to lose my ten million dollars. I was kidding a

gently he started walking me to the room, “Let me escort you to your

was he? What was he

the room, he opened the door and gestured for me

you under my

followed me inside the room

lucky. I wished umpteenth time that my friends were here. They would have been jumping

smile crept to my

Are y… you my h… husband?” God! Was my affection for him that obvious

my life. Maybe I was not expecting such a cute guy to

that my husband would be someone with a pot

went wide and he

so funny about the

He clicked his tongue inside his cheek and

his face close to mine… Like … very close. My heartbeat quickened

am your husband.” With that, he pulled me towards him and his mouth started opening hungrily on

fishy. Till last night he

like I was a feast

And lips!