LOVE BY CONTRACT

DAMIEN'S POVThe door to my office opened catching my attention and I looked up to see Lily, my mistress and lover entering my office dressed in a light brown trenched coat that fell just below her knees, leaving her long pale smooth legs bare, and a large darker brown hat perched on her blonde curls, with lots of take out bags in her hands. I forcefully pulled my eyes away from her long sexy legs to scowl at her. We didn't have any appointments today and she knows I hate being disturbed at work."What are you doing here?" My voice was cold and unwelcoming, the look on my face hard.Lily smiled brightly at me ignoring my disgruntled tone, and scowling face, like she is used to it and knows that underneath my rudeness that I am glad to see her. And that is why we work. She is not intimidated by my cold and aloof personality. My heart skipped at the smile on her face. She is so stunning and it makes me glad that she is mine, not that any of these emotions could be seen on my face whic

KAMARIA POV The dawning of a new day didn’t bring with it any good tidings, rather it came with reminiscing of past memories and a lot of sadness.Our first kiss had happened when we were teenagers. My first party. I was sixteen then, Damien eighteen. It was his birthday party and my parents allowed me to go even though it was on a school night.It had been a pretty wild party but I managed to stir clear of the drinks. I was only there because of Damien. Finally it was getting late and I went in search of him to give him the gift I bought for him.I found him in his room and without thinking walked in, only Damien had been drunk and high out of his mind and thought me one of his sluts.He had immediately pounced on me and kissed me. I tried to resist but it was hard fighting against your own desires. The kiss had been everything I have read in romance books and seen in movies. It was perfect, made my toes curl, but the look of disgust that came over Damien's face when he realised who

KAMARIA POVIs been two weeks since I moved out of Damien's house and I haven't heard from him. Why doesn't that surprise me. This just proves how much Damien regarded me. Which is nothing. I don't need more proof to know he doesn't love me but it seems everywhere I look there is a reminder. Telling myself it doesn't hurt will be a big fat lie to myself and there are just two people you can't lie to yourself and God.For days now I have been trying not to think about him, to move on with my life. Telling myself that it is over. We might not have signed the divorce papers but it is over, but getting over Damien is easier said than done.I haven't told my parents about our divorce and that is because of my dad. I don't want to break his heart on top of losing his best friend, a man he considers a brother more than his own brothers. The Blacks might not like my family, at least two - third the Blacks, but my family loves them, especially Damien whom my father treats like a son he never ha

DAMIEN POVI called for my assistant and she was there within seconds looking like she ran across the room with that nervous look about her that makes me wonder if I have a masquerade mask on. "Go down to the eatry that just opened few blocks away and get me some lunch," I said coldly and bent back to computer in front of me. A few seconds later I looked up to see her still standing there swaying from one foot to the other with a look of indecision about her. " Yes," I growled wondering why she hasn't gone and come back with my lunch. "S...sorry..."There she goes again apologising. "Why?"My voice have gone few octaves lower and hard. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "E...excuse me!" "You are not. Now why are you sorry?" I demanded again, my voice flat. The nervous look on her face worsened. I shook my head as I watched her tremble before me. Maria have been with me for the past three years and yet she still acts like some skittish cat where I am. "Don't ever say sorry again

KAMARIA POV Kamaria open the door is me," Bobby voice rang upstairs. I buzzed him in and then waited with my nerves rattling for him to get to my apartment so I can ask him whether being two weeks late is something to worry about. Bobby has tons of sisters, four of them and him being the only boy and the middle child, I am sure he will know. "Kamaria where are you?" He yelled from the living room. "In here!" He walked in and stopped short at the door. "Are you alright. You look pale?" His handsome face reflecting the worry in his voice. "I shook my head. Is two weeks enough for me to worry?" "What?!" Bobby frowned taking a seat on the bed and keeping the bag containing the soup he brought for me on my desk. "I am two weeks late." I am sure I didn't need further explanation than that. Every boy of dating age understands when a girl says I am two weeks late. "When did you last fuck Damien?" If it was anyone I would probably be embarrassed by the question but this Bobby, my bes