6. Doomed

My whole body froze at her warm gesture, a hug wasn't what I expected. I slolwy reciprocated, with shaky hands.

She pulled away, before asking, "What do you do for a living? Are you working or..."

Before I could say anything, Diego interrupted her. "She is a reporter," he said, making me glare at him from the corner of my eyes.

Wasn't he aware that I had been suspended from work? It was all his fault, after all. Who knows what strings he pulled to make my manager so furious?

"That's a great job! I hope you'll write some fantastic articles that will become really popular," she said sweetly, her smile still in place. As much as I wanted to shove it in Diego's face that I was suspended because of him, I didn't want to hurt Scarlet’s feelings, so I returned the smile.

Looking at her, doubt crept in my mind. What if she also had a hand in my father's death? You know what they say, the smiley ones are the deadliest.

She suddenly hit her head lightly. "I can't believe I kept you standing for so long," she muttered. With a gentle push, she added, "Diego will show you to your room."

Diego snorted loudly before leading the way reluctantly, I followed him from behind without saying a word. I needed a break too, I needed time to recount the day's scenario and finally come to terms that I was married.

"The room is soundproof so you don't have to worry about screaming out loud at night," I heard Scarlett say, her voice faint in the distance.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment. I was never comfortable talking about things like that. Out of curiosity, I turned to Diego to check his countenance, but he just maintained a straight look.

I wasn't the only one who heard that, right?

After passing countless rooms in the hall way, he finally stopped at a particular door, which I guessed was my room.

He twisted the knob and opened the door wide. I entered quickly, and shut the door at his handsome face.

Finally, I had a space to myself. I needed to plan how my investigation and revenge plan would be.

A knock sounded on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I reached for the door and opened it. My gaze fell on Diego standing right in front of the door with his hands tuck in his pocket. He had a scrowl on his face.

I put my head out, not opening the door fully, throwing him a questioning look. Why was he still standing there? If he thought I would allow him inside, he was being delusional.

He didn't say anything and just looked on. "Uh..." I paused, unsure of what to say. "Thank you," I said more like a question, raising an eyebrow. "For showing me my room," I decided to add.

He chuckled. "You never cease to amaze me. First was a confrontation, now you shut me out of my own room," he grimaced.

I tilted my head, puzzled at his words. What did he mean by it was his room? It finally hit me hard, making a gasp escaped my lips.

"Why would you bring me to your room? Where is mine?" I asked, trying to sound ignorant. Though I had a bad feeling we would be sharing the same room.

"Are you naturally dumb?" He glared at me harshly, before making his way inside my.... Shit! Was I to say his room or "our" room?

"I can't stay in the same room as you. There are several rooms in the hallway, you could fix me in one of them," I said, standing defiantly.

"Why don't you go down there and tell the family? We're supposed to be madly in love, remember? Besides, couples are supposed to share a room," he said with an eye roll.

"That was your idea!" I half-yelled, inwardly relieved that the room was soundproof.

He ignored me, walking to the wardrobe. Frowning, I threw a fist in the air. I hated his gut!

"Feel free to hate me," he said, his back still turned on me.

Oh great! Was he a mind reader now?

He removed his suit, unbuttoning his shirt until he was shirtless. Turning to face me, he smirked and added, "I don't care."

A gasp escaped my lips as I stared at his well-defined abs, smooth skin, broad chest, and muscles... He was a total definition of sexy.

A handsome and sexy psychopath.

His shoulder brushed against mine as he passed beside me, making me lose my balance, and at the same time, it brought me back to reality.

"You're so screwed, Ellie," I screamed in my head, packing my hair in loose handfuls. His body was a distraction.

The door clicked as he shut it from the bathroom, making me release the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Something suddenly sparked in my head. I could find clues by searching the room. Raising my gown up, I started from his drawer, going through every single documents.

They were mostly the company's account, business proposals, financial recordings, nothing stood out as suspicious.

I moved to the other side of the bed stand, there was nothing inside. Though I wasn't sure of what exactly I was searching for, but I just had to keep digging in.

Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, despite the air-conditioner working fine.

"There has to be something," I muttered, massaging my temples while drawing invincible lines in circular motion, it was my own way of making me focus.

My eyes landed on a briefcase and my heart gave a leap. It was common for billionaires to keep valuables in their briefcases and hide their dirty secrets in it.

I walked on my tiptoe, trying hard not to make a sound though the water was still running in the bathroom. It wouldn't hurt being extra careful.

Getting the briefcase, it needed a password to unlock it. "This is going to be hard," I muttered, biting hard on my bottom lip. "What could it be?" I said to myself.

I tried his birth date, but it didn’t work. Then I tried his parents' anniversary, his brother’s birth date, Clint’s... I just kept trying, even though I knew they were ridiculous attempts.

I slowly got fed up, but it only increased my suspicions. "I just need to get this open," I muttered, running a hand through my hair, already frustrated. I knew clearly that breaking the suitcase wasn't an option.

"What are you doing with my briefcase?" I heard the voice I dreaded most. My eyes widened at once, it was Diego's voice.

Water dripped from his hair, evident he just had a shower. His upper body was slightly wet, he was shirtless again. He just had a towel wrapped around his waist and another one in his hands, drying his damp hair.

It seemed the time stood still at his entrance.

Holy shit! I shouldn't be staring at his body!

I was doomed! Totally doomed!