BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

11. Elle

No!
No!
No!

I quickly tear open the sealed envelope, unraveling the sheet of paper that had my fate written on it. I didn't give a damn about this business but tossing me away like this at a man I've never met in my life. That's a new low for even my own father and there's a tiny bit of me that still thinks it isn't true. He couldn't have been that crude, right?

Well, that string of hope is burned as my eyes scan over the document and find the one sentence that will lead to my complete destruction.

That bastard!

My body begins to hyperventilate automatically. All too quickly the clothes Logan has bought me feel tight against my windpipe, restricting oxygen to enter my lungs. It's a familiar kind of anxiety that I've lived through on countless nights, yesterday being the most recent one. Unlike last night though I don't have Logan around to ease my feelings. To this day it baffles me how much I depend on him and for some reason I'm completely okay with it.

I glance at my phone and then decide against it. He has his own issues to deal with.

Okay, what do I do now? How I get out of this?

I seriously regret getting out of bed. My body now craves the security Logan's presence provided me with. I need it right now and I bite my nails until they start to bleed to keep myself from calling him.

Watching the blood ooze out brings a type of  calmness that's too close to home. I have to remind myself that I can't afford to go back to my past mistakes, no matter how tempting it might be. Without a second thought, I rush to the door. Outside my office Seth has his guard on, his eyes settle on my face and a frown forms on his forehead.

"I need a lawyer. No, screw that! Get me the best damn lawyer in this city" I command before he gets a chance to question me. I don't have time to sit and dwell about how terrified I am. It's just a contract, there has to be a way to nullify it. I mean people do it all the time. Right? Seth opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it as he nods and walks away. Good resort on his part because I'm already halfway through loosing my shit.

I turn back to my office and there's something about this building that makes me react to the current situation differently. Fight or flight. Usually, my choice would be the latter. I have done it numerous times before. But this place has somehow instilled a sense of poise within me and I take deep, grounding breaths. I make a pit stop at the cabinet across the door, which holds the stash of expensive bourbons. Drinking while at work was a strict no for me but I'll make an exception for today.

I sit at my desk, taking a swing of the alcohol in my cup. The contract my father signed staring me straight in the face.

..."It's all on paper. The day I take over this company, you belong to me" His words echo in my head before I get to process them. Wyatt leans against the door, his hands tucked in his pant pockets as he eyes me with a scorching gaze. For a minute I picture Seth rushing in through those doors, sending Wyatt flying out the window. Wow. Looks like my coping mechanism is also not functioning right, trying to make comedy out of this mess.

"But I'm married" I state the obvious.

Really? The man basically said he owns me and that's my first thought. I seriously need to have better control over my thoughts.

"That's just a small glitch which can be fixed easily" He smiles wickedly.

"Easily how?" I question him out of curiosity. Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking forward to ending my marriage, although deep down I know that day will come. After all my marriage is also based on a contract but I wanted to know his plans. His ice blue gaze lift up ever so slightly as he replies, "I'm sure you've heard of divorce"