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Fifty-seven: Jealousy
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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
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty-three: Chaos
It was a bright Monday morning for Amelia as she prepared to leave for work with Ryan, after putting all the events of the weekend behind her. The previous night, she had an argument with Ryan, concerning attending Lara’s party but after much persuasion from him and explaining why he needed to be there, Amelia had let him go, telling herself that he might be spending a few hours with Lara but at the end of the night, he was coming home to her. As petty as that sounded, it made her feel better and she even stayed up to wait for him. He was surprised to see her awake when he returned from the party. Amelia hummed to a familiar tone as she walked into the kitchen, all dressed for work to see Dora dressed for school, settled in Ryan’s legs while having her cereal. Ryan on the other hand was sipping from his hot coffee. The sounds of her heels clicking against the floor called their attention as their gaze met hers, with smiles on their faces. “Good morning, mommy,” Dora said in a song-s
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty-four: Chaos 2
“Amelia?” Sylvia called, her voice dripping with concern as she stepped towards the desk, taking the seat opposite Amelia’s. “What’s going on? Why do you want to leave?”“Y-you haven’t heard?” Amelia stuttered, sniffing to hold back her tears.“No, sweetheart. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” she reached for Amelia’s hand on the desk, squeezing it softly.Amelia sniffed again, biting hard on her lips to hold off the tears that were threatening to spill.“I have to leave, Sylvia. I… I can’t…”Sylvia stared at her patiently, waiting for her to explain more.“There are rumors. I heard them. Everyone here thinks I’m his mistress and I’m sleeping with him to keep my job,”“But you know it's not true and you don’t have to listen to them or feel bad about it when you’re not guilty, Amelia,”“But that’s not all. His family wants him to be married to another woman and now the media is spreading the news that they’re about to announce their engagement. How do I compete with that?”Sylvia smiled
A Contract with the Billionaire Fifty-five: Golden Opportunity
Ryan had rushed home when his search for Amelia at the office turned out to be futile. The urgency in his steps as he got into the house had his head spinning, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to see Amelia and to confirm she hadn’t left like he feared she would. But his fears came to life when he stepped into their bedroom to see all of her stuff was gone from the dresser. His heart slammed hard against his chest as he approached the closest with slow steps scared to accept the truth that was glaring at him. She couldn’t leave. He kept telling himself but the moment he opened the door to the extravagant closet, he saw a half of the space was empty and all of Amelia’s clothes were gone. His heart sank, the truth finally dawning on him. She left. A gulp worked its way down his throat, and he blinked just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming but his eyes met the same space that had once housed all of her accessories and clothes. He felt the emptiness slowly seeping into him, his ches
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