Chapter 2

Damien's POV

"What do you mean mum" I asked my mum over the phone. It's 2am in the morning and I got a call from my mum saying j have to go live with my contract wife. Standing up from my bed and going to the glass windows I pace around the room.

"Mum, you asked me... No forced me to get married to that girl... I don't even know her name. You and your lawyers along with the Martina family dragged me into this contract marriage saying it was the only way to create a business relationship with the Martina family. You threatened me with my own hard earned company and you expect me to go live with that girl. That over pampered girl. You told me that I didn't have to live with her, you told me that we didn't have to have a relationship. She is currently staying in my mansion in New York and getting pampered while I have to leave my home town and live here in Italy. I am here living under cover, no public relationships, don't go out on public dates, only meet your girlfriend in private, you can't date anyone for more than four months. Like what else do you want from me?!" I asked my mum in anger. I am Damien Lorenzo, i have women all over me but I can't date anyone of them in the fear of breaching the contract.

"Damien calm down, you have to understand that it's not my fault, neither is it the fault of the Martina family, this contract benefits both parties. Damien even though your marriage is private the Martina family will not want to know you're cheating on their daughter. I mean it's your fault if you are feeling trapped, you have a beautiful wife waiting for you in New York. You have to go live with her, you both have to live together and produce an heir, that is the last thing the contract requires. Mr Martina and I have modified the contract because we know it's impossible for you both to stay married forever without being together or dating anyone else. Damien you both have to stay together, else you know the consequences..."

Running my hand through my hair I disrupt mum "mum why did you guys modify this contract, I will definitely get off this marriage somehow..."

"There is no way out Damien, go back to New York as soon as possible, the contract stands, go live together, get an heir then you can ask her if you can date someone else I honestly don't care" mum said cutting me off and ending the call.

How did I honestly get myself in this position... Groaning I go lay down on my bed and try hard to sleep. Thinking about everything I slowly drift back to sleep.

"Damien I can't believe you're doing this man. It's so pathetic, I wish all the best" My best friend Sam said to me.

I'm currently in my car driving to my mansion in New York. I'm currently dressed in a black suit and black shoes. Reaching the gate of my mansion. I look at my reflection in my rearview mirror. My brown hair has been styled to the front. My hazel eyes look angry, of course I'm angry.

"Sam I'll speak to you later I'm already at the gate". Ending the call I horn twice. In less than a minute two security guards stop out of the gate with with their usual security check. Oh so she is busy enjoying the luxuries of my house. Whining down my car's mirror I glare at the guards. When they realized who It was they quickly tell the gate keeper to open the gates.

Signing and groaning I mentally prepare myself to meet my wife. Oh my gosh that sounds so weird, I've been married to someone for two years and I don't even know her name... Oh mum told me it was... Hmm was it F... Felicia. Oh whatever. Let's get this over with.

I can't believe her, she's asking me who I am in my own house. I didn't turn to look at her, I angrily stormed out.

Francesca's POV

"Oh my God Liza today was such a weird day at work. Dr Scott actually asked me out, he told me I make him feel like a king in front of our colleagues. It was so hilarious" I told Liza laughing. We are currently walking out of the garage. Liza was literally laughing her eyes out.

"Francesca I saw that coming, the guy definitely has a crush on you,. I mean he went as far as telling you this in front of your other colleagues"

Shaking my head I said" I really feel bad for him, he's such a sweet guy you know, but I'm married Liza and the worst part is he doesn't even know that. I have to make him forsake his feelings without making him feel bad. But I really feel like a school girl again it was just like highschool. I have to tell him off tomorrow"

We are now in the living room. Dropping our bags on the couch Liza and I make our way to the kitchen.

"I really feel sorry for Scott, he's such a softie. Even you, when last did you have a proper date" Liza tells me frowning and going over to the fridge.

"Who's going on a date" Gretta asks walking into the kitchen and giving us both a hug. Her hair is tied in a neat bun and she's on her usual milk coloured uniform. Smiling she makes her way to the pot to stir the soup she's making.

"No one, it's just hmm that guy Scott my colleague. He told me he likes me and wants me to be his girlfriend in front of our colleagues. It was so cute" I said trying to pull Gretta's leg cause I know she dislikes Scott. She says he's too 'soft'.

"Hope you told him you're married " a voice said... I wanted to answer but this wasn't Gretta's voice, it was a masculine voice. Turning around I saw a male figure standing at the doorway. Looking closer I saw one of the most mesmerizing hazel eyes staring at me. Wow, who is this, his jaw hardened making them look sharper, his brown hair was styled to perfection. He was built and muscular but not too much like all those hefty men. It was obvious he was built but it was a six pack and biceps and that was it. Not like all those men looking like they dumped balls on their arms. Okay I was staring too much.

Finding my voice I said "who are you?". A muscle in his jaw twitched but he didn't answer me. I noticed he was wearing the same clothes from the strange guy this morning and I got conscious. Turning to Gretta who looked panicked and Liza who was practically drooling at him I asked. "Gretta who is this? I saw him this morning and he's still here. Do you know him?" Gretta's eyes moved to the man then back to me and she hesitated before replying

"He's... Hmm..." Gretta was cut off by the strange man. Liza moved closer to me tensed.

Moving closer to me and frowning he said "Damien Lorenzo, the owner of this house" the strange man... Wait Damien said. Damien!!! As in my husband!!! What...

"How... Gretta... Who... Why" I was practically stuttering while moving to Gretta for an explanation. Liza held my hand and looked at me puzzled.

"Gretta I'll be in the living room" With that Damien left the kitchen with not a single emotion on his face.

Okay what is happening?