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Forty-four: Breakfast
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A Contract with the Billionaire Forty-five: Bossy Boss
Amelia was able to keep her anger at bay until they got into the elevator and she moved away from him but just as she was about to reopen the topic and scold him, Sylvia who had just resumed work joined them, smiling brightly and cheerfully and Ryan took that moment of distraction to pull Amelia against him with her back pressed to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck, not minding his secretary’s presence.Amelia blushed, mortified at his attitude but Sylvia didn’t mind the show of affection.“I must have disrupted something,” she wiggled her brows at Amelia who tried to object but Ryan spoke first.“Nothing much. You just saved my head,”“Ohh…tell me about it,”“She wants to leave my home and I said no,”“You threatened me.” Amelia chimed in, enunciating her words and struggling to pull away from his iron hold.“Mmm…it’s still the same as refusing,”Amelia shook her head, gritting her teeth. The man was simply impossible and she wasn’t going
A Contract with the Billionaire Forty-six: Family Friend
Amelia was dressed in a little black dress and seven inches heels, standing before the full-length mirror in the bedroom with a frown on her face. Much to her disapproval, Ryan had made her dress up for the fundraiser. Just to try and hide her appearance from the watchful eyes of the paparazzi, she’d let down her long hair, styling it to fall down the sides of her face to her shoulders and down her back.Ryan, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo, came up behind her, circling her waist with his arms and pushing some of her hair out of his way to expose her shoulders to him. Leaning down, he pressed his lips firmly to her soft spot, biting down on it until she let out a squeal.“Relax, Princess. You’ll be alright,”“It’s easy for you to say when you won’t be the prey of the gossip-hungry paparazzi,” she spat out in irritation.Ryan heaved a distressful sigh. He’d gone over this with her for the entire week but she still wouldn’t let it go. He needed his assistant by his side and he’d be damn
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty-seven: Jealousy
“No one important,” came Ryan’s response.Amelia’s gaze darkened, her eyebrows pinching together. She couldn’t believe Ryan would open his mouth to say such after the display the woman had just given.“Really?” she flung her arm from his hold, glaring at him.His jaw clenched.“Yes.”Amelia nodded slowly, taking a step away from him. She had the mind to walk out on him but a glance around showed her that there were more than a few eyes on them. She wasn’t even surprised. The way the woman had acted with Ryan, despite her presence, was enough to raise brows and attract attention. But she was also wise enough to know that walking out on him at this moment will raise more gossip and they’d end up being the talk of the evening and she wasn’t ready for that.Luckily for her, a man walked into the stage, stealing everyone’s attention as he informed them that the event was about to begin and they could take their seats. Swallowing down her anger, she let Ryan hold her and lead her towards th
A Contract with the Billionaire Forty-eight: Family Pressure
The next morning saw Ryan at his parent's home, walking through the door into the living room to see his mom there, with a warm smile on her face. But it did nothing to ease the ball of dread and anxiety that had settled deep in the pit of his stomach from the moment he received his father's call the previous night.Clifford Davidson rarely called him for anything other than to know the progress of the family business. For him to call him for breakfast at home, meant he had something serious to discuss, and Ryan sure as hell knew it had to deal with his unmarried state.Truly, he wasn’t impressed by his parent's involvement in his personal life but all thanks to the family he came from, there was nothing like privacy. From a very young age, one's life was discussed and tabled publicly for the entire extended family to have an opinion and that would soon be the case for him if he’s unable to do the right thing and take off the pressure from his parents.His thirtieth birthday was in a
A Contract with the Billionaire Forty-nine: Laying it Thick
It was another Monday morning, and as usual, Ryan and Amelia had resumed work at DCL. As they walked past the rest of the employees into her office, she couldn't help glancing around and straining her ears just to know if she'd hear her name on their lips.After she’d taken her mind off the incident of the weekend with Lara, she’d woken up the next morning to see her pictures with Ryan all over the news and on the internet, claiming they were back together. Amelia had almost had a heart attack from the news but all thanks to Ryan’s intervention, they’d quickly taken them down. Although he wasn’t so bothered about it, claiming it would be good for their relationship, in the long run, she wasn’t ready to call such attention to herself. She knew it would cause a major scandal in the company and she’d be seen as a gold-digger who was warming Ryan’s bed just to remain in her position in the company and she knew she’d lose the respect she had amongst other employees.She didn’t want to expe
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty: Stalker
Amelia was clearing up her desk when Ryan walked into her office, ready to take her out for lunch.“Ready?” he asked, leaning over her desk and staring down at her small form, with her honey-brown orbs gazing at him.A blush stole across her cheeks.“Umm… y-yeah,”He smiled at her and reached for her, gently cupping her cheek. Amelia blinked, subconsciously leaning into his hold as he continued staring into her eyes.“I need you to do a little something for me before we leave,” he said.“What is it?”His gaze darkened, eyes still holding hers.“Take off your panties,”The words made her gasp, her eyes widening but at the same time, her blush deepened, her pupils dilating and her breath coming out in short pants.“W-why?” she breathed out in a barely audible voice.Ryan’s thumb slowly traced the outline of her lips, while watching the lust come to life in her and seeing how pretty she looked with her skin flushing over with a tinge of pink.“You’ll see,” he growled in a husky voice.Am
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty-one: Unwanted Invitation
Amelia and Ryan walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand, with smiles on their faces. They’d had a wonderful time and compared to the meals she was used to at the cafe opposite DCL, this place made heavenly meals and she’d confessed that to Ryan while they ate.“I'm glad I brought you here,” he told her as they got into the car, ready to head back to work.“Me too, it was lovely,” Amelia responded, smiling appreciatively.“We should do this more often,”“But you don’t have to,” she tried objecting but Ryan caught her hand in his, linking their fingers together and slowly caressing her palm with his thumb.“We don’t have to but I want to Princess, I want to do everything for you,”Amelia blushed hard, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink and her heart hammering against her chest. Only Ryan could make her feel so much affection with just his words.“Thank you,” she said breathily, but he never took his eyes off her as the car pulled into the road, heading towards their destination.
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty-two: Setup
It was late in the evening when Ryan pulled up at Lara’s home to see the compound was filled with different expensive cars and the soft music playing inside the house sailed into his ears.He remained seated in the car even after his driver, Smith killed off the roaring engine. Truly, he had no interest in Lara’s party but after Lara informed him that his mom would be attending he knew there was no escape plan for him. She’d see through all of his excuses and that could mean trouble. The last thing he wanted was for the woman to mount more pressure on him regarding his non-existent union with Lara.Releasing a deep breath, he alighted from the car, fixed the button on his custom-made suit, and walked towards the house. As he passed, cameras flashed, capturing him but he disregarded them. This was the exact reason he’d left Amelia at home.After the little chaos Lara had caused in his office, he’d been able to save his head by explaining the circumstances to Amelia and why he couldn’t t
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