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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty eight
~Fallon~Mia was already waiting when I walked into the café — impossible to miss, even in her half-baked attempt at anonymity. A wide-brimmed hat sat at a dramatic angle on her head, and her sunglasses were so oversized they covered half her face. She looked like a celebrity trying — and failing — to go incognito.I stopped at the edge of the table, arms crossed. “Really subtle.”Mia grinned, sliding her sunglasses down just enough to reveal her eyes. “You know me. I live for the drama.”The waiter appeared almost immediately, and Mia waved him off with a casual, “We’ll need mimosas. Keep them coming.”I laughed despite myself, slipping into the seat across from her. The tension from the weekend — from my family and the endless pressure — began to ease, bit by bit. Mia had that effect on me. She always had.“Okay,” she said, leaning forward with the kind of excitement that should probably scare me. “Spill. How was the trip? How terrible was Bianca? Did Reid finally throw her in the l
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-11Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty nine
~Fallon~The second I walked through the door, I knew something was off.It was in the quiet—the kind of heavy, expectant silence that only meant trouble.Reid was waiting for me in the living room, standing beside the coffee table like some kind of brooding statue. His arms were crossed, his expression blank, but the tension rolling off him was impossible to miss.And then I saw it.A thick stack of legal documents, sitting right there on the table.I stopped dead in my tracks, a sharp, uneasy weight settling in my stomach. “What is that?”Reid exhaled slowly, like he was preparing for a battle. “Sit down.”“Not happening.” I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?”He hesitated—hesitated—which immediately sent every alarm in my body blaring.And then he said it.“There’s been an update to our contract.”My stomach turned to ice. “What kind of update?”Reid picked up the papers and flipped to a page near the middle. “The initial two-year agreement was based on the assumption that the Pres
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-11Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety
~Fallon~For the first few days, it was fine.Totally fine.I buried myself in work, filmed brand content like my life depended on it, and pretended The Conversation That Ruined My Life™ never happened.Because if I didn’t acknowledge it, then maybe—maybe—I could trick my brain into forgetting that my entire timeline had been derailed.That I wasn’t halfway through this marriage anymore.That the end wasn’t anywhere near close enough.It wasn’t until the fourth day—when I passed by Reid’s office three times and realized it was empty—that I noticed something was off.Reid Callahan was avoiding me.And the worst part?I was avoiding him, too.___How To Avoid Your Billionaire Husband: A Guide by Fallon CallahanStep 1: Perfectly Timed Mornings• If he’s in the kitchen, don’t go in.• If he’s in his office, grab your coffee and run.• If, God forbid, your paths cross, fake a phone call.Step 2: Opposite Schedules Are Your Best Friend• Suddenly, every work meeting is urgent.• Running er
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-12Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety one
~Reid~The avoidance game had gone on long enough.Seven days.Seven long days of passing each other like strangers. Of empty spaces where her presence used to be. Of waiting—waiting—for her to finally come to me.I hadn’t meant to give her space. Hadn’t intended to let this stretch for a week.But the longer she avoided me, the more stubborn I got.And now?I was done waiting.I’d played patient. Now it was her turn to squirm.I heard her before I saw her—hesitant footsteps in the hall, the soft click of the door handle as she finally stepped into my office.For a moment, she didn’t say anything. I could feel her standing there, lingering in the doorway like she was debating whether or not she should’ve come at all.Too late, sweetheart. You walked in. That means I win.I didn’t look up right away. Just let the silence stretch between us as I flipped a page in the file I wasn’t actually reading. Let her wait. Let her feel the same weight I’d been carrying for the past week.Then, fin
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-12Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety two
~Fallon~If I was going to be dragged on this sudden trip, I was going to make damn sure I looked good doing it.Better than good. Unforgettable.So I packed accordingly.Every outfit was meticulously chosen. Every accessory, every pair of heels, every carefully coordinated look—flawless. No one was going to doubt for a second that I belonged at Reid Callahan’s side.He wanted me to play the part? Fine. I’d play it better than he ever expected.And I wasn’t stopping with just myself.Reid Callahan was not walking into that resort in some boring, last-minute suit. No way.If we were making an appearance together, we were going to match.⸻By the time Reid finally emerged from his office, suitcase in hand, I was ready.I gave him one look—from the effortlessly expensive sweater and tailored pants to the watch that probably cost more than some people’s houses—and crossed my arms.“What?” he asked, arching a brow.I gestured toward the suitcase. “Let me see what you packed.”His eyes narr
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-13Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety three
~Fallon~The hotel was breathtaking.Glittering chandeliers. Marble floors that gleamed under the golden lights. Staff that moved with the kind of quiet efficiency that screamed money.Everything about it was ridiculous.And yet, none of it was what had my stomach in knots.It was the suite.The single suite.The moment the elevator doors opened to the top floor, I knew. Before the concierge even unlocked the double doors, before I stepped inside to see the massive one-bedroom layout, I knew.And I should’ve said something.But Reid was already inside, already draping his suit jacket over a chair, already loosening his tie like this was just another hotel stay.Like we hadn’t spent the past week avoiding each other. Like we hadn’t built a solid wall of tension so thick I could barely breathe around it.And now, we were expected to sleep under the same roof.Again.I stood frozen at the entrance, my overnight bag still clutched in my hand, staring at the very singular, very large bed t
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-13Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety four
~Fallon~I woke up to the sound of water running.For a second, I forgot where I was. The sheets were softer, the air cooler, the bed way too spacious—until I turned and saw Reid’s side still perfectly made.Right. The hotel. The shared suite.I sighed, stretching beneath the covers before rolling over and grabbing my phone. The time read 7:23 AM, and I briefly debated pulling the blankets over my head and pretending the morning didn’t exist.But then the bathroom door opened, and Reid stepped out.Dripping wet.Towel slung low on his hips.Completely, unfairly, ridiculously Reid.My brain short-circuited.“You’re awake,” he noted, rubbing another towel through his damp hair, seemingly unaware—or worse, unaffected—by my obvious staring.I blinked, then cleared my throat. “Unfortunately.”He smirked. “That explains the grumpy expression.”I sat up, dragging a hand through my own mess of curls. “It’s called having personality. Not all of us wake up with the emotional range of a robot.”
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-16Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety five
~Fallon~“You’re giving me your black card?”I blinked at Reid as he slid the sleek, matte-black credit card across the breakfast table like it was nothing more than a business memo.“I have meetings all day,” he said, barely looking up from his phone. “Go wild.”I picked up the card between my fingers, studying it like it might bite me. It was heavier than any of my other cards—an unsubtle reminder that this particular piece of plastic had no spending limit. The kind of power that made people reckless.“You do realize what you just said to me, right?” I asked, arching a brow.Reid finally lifted his gaze, his sharp blue eyes flicking to mine. “You’re my wife, Fallon. It’d be weird if you didn’t spend my money.”I searched his face for any trace of sarcasm. There was none.“Hmm.” I twirled the card between my fingers, letting the weight of it sink in. “If you insist.”Reid just shook his head, standing with that effortless grace that irritated me to no end. He slid his suit jacket ove
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-16
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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and thirty two
~Fallon~It was an accident.At least, that’s what I told myself.I hadn’t meant to look at Reid’s phone. I didn’t go around snooping through his things. But when it buzzed on the kitchen island—lit up with that familiar soft glow—my eyes flicked to it before I could stop myself.Lila: Looking forward to dinner. Same place?My fingers curled a little tighter around the glass in my hand. Cold water, barely sipped, now warm from my grip.Dinner.Of course.I looked away just as quickly as I’d looked. Pretended I hadn’t seen it. Tried to smooth over the sudden tightness crawling up my spine.It didn’t mean anything.Reid could have dinner with whoever he wanted. We weren’t… that kind of married.Still, I stayed rooted in place for a moment, staring blankly at the marble countertop, willing myself to breathe. To stay calm.It was fine.But something had shifted in the air. Not around me—within me.I didn’t like it.I didn’t like that it had made my stomach twist, that I could still see th
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and thirty one
~Fallon~The moment we stepped into the house, I stopped just inside the foyer, turning to face him.“How long has she been back?”Reid barely looked up as he loosened his tie. “Who?”I folded my arms. “Lila.”His smirk was immediate. Slow. Knowing. “Why? Jealous?”I exhaled sharply. “Reid.”He chuckled as he shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it over the back of a chair. “You’re cute when you’re possessive.”“I’m not being possessive.” My voice was flat. “I’m asking a simple question.”His smirk didn’t fade, but he sighed, clearly deciding to indulge me. “She reached out a few weeks ago. Said she was moving back to the city.”I stared at him. “And you just forgot to mention it?”He glanced at me, completely unbothered. “Should I have?”I studied him carefully, searching for any sign that he was taking this seriously. But Reid—frustratingly, infuriatingly—was relaxed. As if none of this mattered. As if I hadn’t just stood there, watching another woman put her hands on him like she
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One Hundred and thirty
~Fallon~I felt her before I even saw her.The restaurant was buzzing with quiet, expensive conversation, the kind of place where people spoke in hushed tones over overpriced cocktails, where the chandeliers cast soft, flattering light, and where business deals and whispered scandals shared the same space. Reid and I had been here before—one of his usual spots for late-night meetings and carefully curated social appearances.I’d been focused on my drink, absently swirling the dark amber liquid in my glass, when a shift in the air made me look up.And there she was.Poised. Beautiful. Effortless.She had the kind of presence that made people turn their heads without quite knowing why. The kind of woman who carried herself like she belonged everywhere she went.And the way she walked toward Reid told me everything I needed to know.Too familiar.Too comfortable.Reid, seated beside me in the plush leather booth, hadn’t noticed her yet. He was still focused on something on his phone, his
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty nine
~Fallon~I wasn’t expecting him.The house was quiet, the kind of stillness I had gotten used to in his absence. I had spent the evening aimlessly flipping through TV channels, pushing food around my plate at the long dining table, and trying—not very successfully—to keep my thoughts from circling back to the same thing.An heir.A child.With Reid.I had told myself I was done thinking about it, but the thoughts had a way of creeping in when I least expected. Lurking in the spaces between logic and something more dangerous.I had just turned off the lights in the sitting room, ready to head upstairs, when I heard the low click of the front doors.I froze.For a second, my mind went to an intruder—irrational, considering the estate’s security. But then I heard the familiar sound of dress shoes against marble floors, steady and unhurried.And just like that, the air in the house changed.I turned to find Reid standing in the grand foyer, shaking off his suit jacket. The first thing I n
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One Hundred and twenty eight
~Fallon~I wasn’t thinking about it.Not really.I had laughed when I brought it up to Reid, brushing it off as just another absurd expectation from my parents. The idea of them pushing for grandkids when Reid and I hadn’t even so much as—I stopped myself before the thought could fully form.Ridiculous.It wasn’t worth thinking about.Except, hours later, curled up on the couch with my laptop open and a reality show playing in the background, I was still thinking about it.And not in the way I should have been.I closed my laptop, sighing as I leaned my head back against the cushions. My eyes traced the familiar details of the ceiling, the shadows shifting as the glow from the TV flickered across the room. I knew why this conversation had stuck with me more than it should have.Reid and I had been growing… closer.Not in the way newlyweds typically did, but in a way that unsettled me more than I liked to admit. We had been pushing boundaries, slipping into something dangerous.I coul
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty seven
~Reid~The call came in while I was going over reports in my hotel room. I hadn’t expected Fallon to reach out tonight—especially since we’d both been busy in our own worlds lately—but as soon as I saw her name flash across the screen, I answered.“You finally missed me,” I teased, leaning back against the headboard.Fallon scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just had the most ridiculous conversation with my parents, and I needed someone to roll my eyes at.”I smirked. “Lucky me.”She made a sound of agreement, then sighed. “They want grandkids.”That got my attention. I lowered the papers in my hand. “Grandkids?”“Mmhmm. My dad was going on about how it’s expected. My mom not-so-subtly reminded me that I’m not getting any younger.” Her voice was dry. “As if I’m ancient.”I huffed a laugh. “That’s ambitious of them.”“Right?” Fallon sighed. “I told them it was crazy. Like, how do they expect grandkids when we haven’t even had sex?”Silence.A beat too long.I should have responded imm
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty six
~Fallon~I should have known this was coming.The moment I stepped into my parents’ estate, greeted by the scent of freshly polished wood and the ever-present murmur of classical music playing from the speakers, I felt it in my bones.A setup.It wasn’t unusual for my mother to summon me for an impromptu lunch—an elegant spread prepared by the chef, white wine poured into delicate crystal glasses, the kind of gathering that was meant to feel casual but was anything but.And my father? He rarely joined these midday affairs, too busy running his empire. But today, he was here, seated at the head of the long dining table, his expression unreadable as he watched me and my mother with quiet intensity.Something was up.I just didn’t expect it to be this.“You and Reid have been married for some time now,” my mother said, her voice light, too light, as she delicately sliced into her poached salmon.I took a sip of wine, feigning disinterest. “So I’ve noticed.”Vivian Prescott shot me a look
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty five
~Fallon~Mia’s apartment was a stark contrast to mine—smaller, cozier, and filled with personality. A mix of colorful throw pillows, scented candles, and an ever-growing collection of coffee mugs took up space in her living room. It was the kind of place that felt warm, lived-in, unapologetically her.I had barely stepped through the door before she pulled me into a tight hug.“Finally,” she groaned. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about me.”I laughed, letting her squeeze me for a second longer before pulling back. “I’ve been busy.”“I know,” she said knowingly, her eyes flickering with curiosity. “Too busy to even text back sometimes.”I rolled my eyes, toeing off my heels as I made my way to the couch. “Oh, please. We literally talked two days ago.”“Yeah, but that was just a check-in. This—” She plopped down beside me, pulling her legs up onto the couch. “—is long overdue.”She wasn’t wrong. Between my work, the interviews, and navigating whatever was happening betwe
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One hundred and twenty four
~Reid~The suitcase sat half-packed on the bed, but my attention wasn’t on it.It was on Fallon.She stood in the doorway of my room, arms crossed, her silk robe loosely tied around her waist, hair still damp from her shower. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over her skin, and for a moment, it felt too easy to remember the way she’d looked at me that night in the car.The way she’d kissed me.Or maybe I kissed her.It didn’t matter.What mattered was that we hadn’t talked about it since.And judging by the way she was watching me now, we weren’t going to be able to keep avoiding it.She exhaled, stepping inside. Slow, deliberate. The kind of movement that made me think she was choosing her words carefully before she even spoke.“So,” she said, her voice casual. Too casual. “Where this time?”“London.” I folded a dress shirt and placed it neatly in my suitcase. “Just a couple of days.”She hummed, watching me pack. “You’ve been traveling a lot lately.”I glanced at h
