THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

Blood On The Bed Sheet

"Because I'm tired of being alone in this stupid inn," Luke answered quickly before Beatrice thought anything bad about him.

She stared at him for a long time as if trying to read his mind.

"Well, okay! But on one condition," she said curtly.

Luke shrugged, "Well whatever it is!"

"You can't complain about the itinerary I've made, you got it?" she said triumphantly.

"I had my suspicions that you'd be going to some suck places but fine, I'm in!"

Beatrice rolled her eyes, "Whatever!" she said as she walked out of the inn with Luke following her behind.

"A little walk to the main road," said her briefly.

Luke was about to open his mouth when Beatrice reminded him not to complain. They walked side by side, looking at the scenery around the inn in silence.

"If you want me to answer your offer right away shouldn't you let me ask all the questions about you?" Beatrice muttered as she gazed at a classic Amsterdam house whose roof was beginning to be covered in light snow.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Okay you can ask but you can't cross the line, everything has to be related to marriage, nothing more," he said casually.

"So do you have a brother who was threatening your CEO position or what?"

Luke took a deep breath, "Well, it goes like this, my father had a mistress for decades and this mistress I mean they both had a son who is only two years younger than me, he probably is my brother by blood, but I never considered him as one," he answered firmly.

"Okay, so why did your father tell you to get married? I mean for what reason?" asked Beatrice very curiously.

"Because he thinks men will be wiser and more mature after being in a marriage relationship, and I think that's just bullshit!" said Luke irritably.

Beatrice nodded her head, "So that means in your family's eyes, I mean in your father's eyes you are just someone who is weak and cowardly, right? That's why he expects you to get married soon? He's expecting you to grow up?"

"You are only allowed to ask questions, not give opinions!" Luke snapped, turning his face away.

Beatrice snorted, "Well, so why did you choose to enter into a marriage contract? Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No I don't," Luke answered too curtly as if he was hiding something. "Okay, it's my turn!" yelled him impatiently.

"So that wedding plan between you and Gary Martin, who planned it? I mean who proposed it in the first place? Was that your father's idea or it was just the old Gary Martin stupid offer?" Luke asked with a questioning face.

"I don't know, even if it was Gary Martin's request, my father's response of letting me become a victim is ridiculous and wrong!" she said annoyed.

Luke clapped his hands once, "So now you understand, don't you? There's no reason not to accept my proposal, it'll be good for both of us, win-win solution! for my problem and yours!" he said excitedly.

"What I'm thinking is, can I stand two years living with someone like you?" Beatrice said in a relaxed tone without meeting Luke's disapproving eyes.

After walking for about five minutes, they arrived at the main road where they took an Uber to Sloterdijk Station, then they continued their journey by train to Centraal Station.

They stepped out of Centraal Station and continued walking along the sidewalk on Damrak street which connects Centraal Station with Dam Square. Even though it was winter, Damrak street was still filled with tourists, both foreign and local. A long street was filled with various shops, cafes, and restaurants that were neatly lined up with ancient Dutch building designs.

Beatrice laughed to herself when she saw the building with the words 'Sex Museum' on the front, she glanced at Luke and took the initiative to invite him in there.

"I wanna go in there!" she said, pointing to the Sex Museum which was not far from them. Luke was holding back a laugh but he had promised not to complain, so he quickly agreed to her wish.

After paying 10 Euros for two, they walked into the Sex Museum and were immediately greeted by a life-size naked Venus Sculpture.

Along the halls of the Museum, they were treated to various statues and pictures of Sex activities clearly without censorship. Beatrice giggled to herself seeing some erotic pictures which she thought were funny. While Luke just cleared his throat awkwardly, because as a normal man, his libido was a bit tickled at the sight, which was entirely sexual.

"Can we move to another place?" mumbled Luke as Beatrice was about to move to another gallery that was still within the Sex Museum area. Beatrice's face immediately blushed. '

'Shit! I must look like a sex maniac now!' she cursed in her head.

After leaving the Sex Museum, they continued their journey down Damrak Street towards Dam Square

Her eyes accidentally saw a small cafe that was selling Stroopwafel with Dutch caramel sauce which looked very delicious. "Stop stop! OMG Stroopwafel!!!" she exclaimed as she jogged towards the cafe.

She deliberately took an alfresco seat so that she could more freely see the scenery of people passing by. The thing she liked most was seeing strangers who were not like her. It made her love differences even more.

Luke just followed behind her without daring to protest, he pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

"Come on how long will I wait for your answer, you are testing my patience!" he said annoyed.

Beatrice sneered but she ignored Luke's rambling and chose to call the waitress and order the Stroopwaffle she wanted.

"Okay I have a condition that we both have to agree on," she said after she finished ordering the food.

"And that condition is?" Luke asked tiredly.

"You can't touch me sexually, at all!"

Luke struggled to contain himself from laughing but he failed in the end. "Seriously Beatrice Miller, do you think you're sexually attractive or what? I mean look at you, I don't think any young man would be interested in fucking you," Luke said very annoyingly.

Beatrice glared "What did you say? Gosh, you talk as if you're handsome or something, hey! Look at you! You're totally the type that girls don't like to deal with! Well except for the materialistic women who only after your money!"

"Yeah just like you!" interjected Luke with a mocking look.

"Oh fuck off!" Beatrice was getting annoyed, she turned her gaze to another direction with a sullen face.

Luke was starting to feel a little guilty, but he was too proud to apologize so he just kept quiet.

They didn't speak at all until they had finished their Coffee and Stroopwafels. After that Beatrice continued her steps towards the Rijksmuseum. She was so annoyed with Luke that she asked someone else to take a picture of her instead of asking Luke for help.

"Okay I was wrong I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said that," Luke suddenly shouted when they were outside the Rijkmuseum.

Beatrice paused for a moment but knowing Luke might not be serious she continued on her way.

"Beatrice! Please!" Luke grabbed Beatrice's hand, trying to stop her.

"Treat me to dinner!" she said flatly.

Luke almost snorted in laughter, but for the sake of his marriage contract, he chose to restrain himself and replied, "Deal!" eventually.

He took Beatrice to a bistro that serves delicious western food with the best homemade Genever in the whole Netherlands.

"I never knew what Genever was?" asked Beatrice, picking up a piece of welcome bread and stuffing it into her mouth.

"A kind of Gin, don't worry it tastes good," Luke said, his hands busy rejecting incoming calls on his cell phone in a huff.

"Why didn't you pick it up?" asked Beatrice curiously.

Luke shook his head, "And heard my mom raving about the socialite women she wanted to set up with me, thanks but I'm not in the mood to hear that."

Beatrice shrugged, but she seemed to be awakened by one thing.

"Wait, why don't you want to marry the woman of your mother's choice? Isn't that the same thing?" she asked not understanding.

"With them, I need to be married, legally bound and committed, I mean none of those damn socialites want a contract marriage."

Just then their food and drink arrived. Beatrice no longer cared about Luke's business and focused on finishing her meal.

"Okay, so the rule is, you can't lift this glass and you can only lower your face to take a sip of Genever, you understand?" babbled Luke, instructing Beatrice on how to properly drink Genever after they had finished their dinner.

"Okay! That's interesting!" yelled Beatrice impatiently.

The clock ticked late and they both managed to finish one and a half bottles of Genever until they were both very drunk.

Beatrice felt everything seemed blurry, she took Luke's hand and held it tightly as if she didn't want to let go.

"Where do you live?" asked a waiter who had been serving them.

Beatrice wasn't quite sure what the person was talking about but she showed him the map leading to their inn with her eyes half-closed. She looked up at Luke who looked as drunk as she was.

She heard some of the waiters talking to each other, then two of them helped her and Luke to get up and took them to the car.

There were many things she didn't remember, but she did remember that night she and Luke crawled up the stairs to the top floor of the inn where their room was.

With difficulty, she opened the bedroom door and entered it, while she was still standing in front of the bed, Luke suddenly bumped into her so that she fell onto the bed with his body on top of hers.

Then everything happened so fast, suddenly she felt his warm lips against hers, then the passionate kiss happened for the first time in her life.

Luke's hands moved to open her top then started kissing her upper body making her sigh passionately, she had no idea that sexual activity was so much fun.

She still remembered very clearly that she had moved to take off Luke's pants and buried her face between his thighs, something she'd learned from a porn movie she'd seen on her friend's laptop.

Then the most important thing in her life happened, when Luke passionately penetrated her body, that's when something stung then a warm feeling filled the space inside her and the blood flowed from there, printing red stains on the white linen sheets underneath her body.

That night she lost her virginity to someone she hadn't even known for 24 hours...

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