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Chapter 20- Watcher X Ring
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Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor Chapter 20- Watcher X Ring
AUTHOR The street is busy. Cars pass. People walk. The evening lights creep in. The roads light up with the moon and artificial lights. It's the kind of night where nothing seems wrong. Where everything looks normal. But Mia feels uneasy. She stands at the car door. Takes in her surroundings. Something is off. She can't see what. She can't name it. Just a feeling. A prickle at the back of her neck. The sense that someone is watching. James opens the door. She disappears into the car. The black Range Rover pulls away from the curb. The street returns to its usual rhythm. But in the alley that connects Charlotte's house to the side street, a man pulls his hoodie tighter. Puts on his nose mask. Watches the car until it turns the corner. Then he disappears into the shadows. — — — Meanwhile, in the Randall estate, Natasha is pacing her bedroom. The room is large. Lavishly decorated. Pink and gold. Silk drapes. A crystal chandelier. A four-poster bed with too many pillows. It's th
Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor Chapter 19- Convo
MIAWe spent the whole day shopping.Diana is a force of nature. She dragged me through SoHo, the Upper East Side, and finally to Bergdorf Goodman. She made me try on things I would never have picked. Silk blouses. Tailored blazers. Cashmere sweaters. Jeans that cost more than my rent. Heels that made my feet scream.Now I'm in my room. Surrounded by bags. Clothes everywhere. I need a break.I pick up my phone. Dial Charlotte's number.She picks up almost instantly. Her voice is cheerful. "Hey, girl! It's been a while. I was starting to think you forgot about your bestie."I laugh. "A lot has happened. I want to meet up.""Come now. I have a date later.""A date?""Yes. With Dean."I blink. "You don't say.""I do say. Now get your ass over here.""I'll be there in a few minutes."I grab my purse. Head down the elevator. James is waiting. I give him Charlotte's address.The drive out of the underground parking lot is smooth. The city passes in a blur. The drive is not short, but it's n
Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor Chapter 18- Bedhead Morning
MIAWe make it to the car.My face is still warm. Still red. From two gestures. Two simple gestures. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Taking my hand. That's all it took. I'm pathetic.He opens my door. I enter. He closes it. Walks over to his side.He gets in. Looks at me. Then ahead."Are you alright?"I blink. Why is he asking like he cares?"I'm fine.""Your face is red."That makes me blush even more. I get defensive. "I said I'm fine."He starts the car. "You did well today."I cross my arms. "Well, I had to. I signed the contract, after all."He smirks. Takes a left turn. "You're a very good liar. I'm going to have to be careful around you.""I saw an opportunity and took it. What's that saying about lemons?""When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.""Yes." I nod. "That right there was me making lemonade from your mother's question."He laughs.It's the first time I've ever seen him laugh. And it's... beautiful. His face changes. Softens. And there—dimples. He has dimples.
Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor Chapter 17- The Dinner
MIAI feel my palms getting hot. Sweaty. Every eye in the room is fixed on me. I'm a specimen under a microscope. A bug pinned to a board.Alexander doesn't let go of my hand. His grip is firm. Steady. The only thing keeping me from bolting.I take in the scene.The man at the head of the table is terrifying. He looks like Alexander but older. The same sharp cheekbones. The same ice blue eyes. But there's white in his hair now. Silver at the temples. And his eyes—they could freeze the sea. They're fixed on me. Unsettling. Calculating. This is his father. Amon Morreti.The Asian woman beside him must be his mother. Slone. She gives me a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes. It's polite. Cold. The kind of smile you give a stranger you're already planning to destroy.The other two women are also intimidating. Not because they're powerful. But because they look like they belong here. The younger one—blonde, beautiful, perfectly dressed—glances at me. Then looks away. Dismissive. Like I'm a st
Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor Chapter 16- The Calm before the Storm
MIATwo days.Two days of letting the cover story sink in. Two days of memorizing facts I don't believe. Two days of pretending this is normal.And now it's here. The dinner. The meeting. The performance of a lifetime.Apparently, Alexander and I have been dating for almost a year. We met at an auction. An auction. I've never even been to an auction. I wouldn't know what to do at an auction. Bid on something? Raise a paddle? Faint from the price tags?This farce is more trouble than it needs to be.I've been keeping all the information he gave me in my head. Actively meditating on it. Because I don't trust my memory. Not with this.How we met: An auction. Some charity event. He noticed me across the room. Our eyes met. The rest is history.How long we've been together: Six to nine months. We haven't settled on an exact number. He says it's better to be vague. I say it's better to be consistent.What I do: This is where it gets complicated. Dean—his idiot best friend—offered a cover-up
Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor Chapter 15- Awkward Encounter
MIA It's morning. I have classes today. I get up. My body aches from sleeping in a bed that's too soft. Too big. Too unfamiliar. I take a quick bath. The water is hot. The scented oil, the shampoo, the soap—they all feel different. Expensive. Like I'm using some kind of holy relic. I wash my hair. The lather is thick. The scent is floral. Jasmine and something else I can't name. Don't get me started on getting dressed. I open the door to the walk-in closet. It's the size of Charlotte's entire apartment. Rows and rows of clothes. All designer. All my size. I'm hyperaware that I'm about to wear clothing that a man picked. Not just any man. Alexander. I start with underwear. I stare at the drawer. La Perla. Agent Provocateur. Chantelle. Fleur du Mal. Silk. Lace. Delicate. Intimate. This is really too much. After what feels like a lifetime, I settle on an outfit. Not too much. Comfortable. A cream-colored cashmere sweater from Loro Piana. Dark jeans from Rag & Bone. Simple. Underst
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