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Marriage Contract 16
Evy "I park the car in the mansion's vast garage and hurriedly walk inside, shrugging. If the butler hasn't spilled the beans, D’Angelo probably isn't even aware of my departure, making it seem like I never really left. And you know what? I don't care if he knows or not. The fact is, Mr. D’Angelo doesn't care about me. To him, I'm just part of this stupid décor, just another trophy in his collection. I swing open the living room door, ready to climb the stairs for a long shower, but I halt in the center of the room when I see him in his expensive, elegant suit, his back turned to me. D’Angelo slowly turns and stares at me as if he could kill me with just a glance. I take a deep breath, subtly take two steps forward, this time without any rush. "Where were you, Evy?" He growls coldly. My eyes drop to the whiskey glass in his hand, then rise to his irritated eyes. "I went to visit my mother." A subtle smirk appears at the corner of his mouth, and I assure you, it's not humorous. "It'
Marriage Contract 17
Evy Outside the house, I settle into a lounge chair and stare at the starless night sky. What was I expecting from this situation? Damn it, I'm just a damn contract, and I should be satisfied that he's keeping his word! Gael doesn't owe me anything; I'm the one in debt to him. A glass appears in my field of vision, and through its transparent edges, I see him. He looks serious and somewhat apprehensive. I adjust myself on the lounge chair and take the glass from his hand. He sits on the adjacent chair and sips some of his wine. "How was it with your mother?" The question catches me off guard, but merely asking warms me. "She's fine! Just... something came up that... left me reeling." "What?" "She doesn't remember the accident, so she doesn't know that my dad died and that Alex left." "I'm so sorry! Come here." Gael sets his glass aside, opens his arms, and without hesitation, I move to nestle in them. He kisses my hair, and I close my eyes to savor the contact. "It'll all work ou
Marriage Contract 18
Evy I drag myself out of bed to the bathroom, barely awake. After rejuvenating under the shower, I head downstairs for breakfast. Walking to the kitchen, thoughts of last night flood my mind, and I find myself smiling foolishly, reminiscing about Mr. D'Angelo's company. He hasn't realized it yet, but he's a remarkable man! Beyond his tough CEO facade, he's cheerful, engaging, and our conversations, becoming increasingly intimate, amuse and relax me. Watching him devour three sandwiches with such satisfaction last night made me realize pleasing him isn't so hard. However, he remains a locked secret, at least from my perspective. Nonetheless, making him laugh was my mission, and I can confidently say I succeeded. As I step into the kitchen bustling with staff multitasking, my eyes land on the young woman who entered my room a few days ago. "You," I point to her, catching her attention. "What's your name?" "It's Guadalupe, ma'am." She approaches the counter. "Are you Spanish?" "Yes."
Marriage Contract 19
Evy "Ma'am, Mr. D'Angelo is wai... Wow, Ma'am, you look stunning!" I grin broadly at Guadalupe, who gazes at me as though I were the biggest Christmas present in the world, and I turn to face her. "Do you think he'll like it?" "Are you kidding?! He'll fall in love all over again, Ma'am!" My smile falters a bit, but I quickly regain composure, knowing the truth behind that statement. "Mr. D'Angelo asked me to let you know he's already waiting." "I'm ready. Just need to grab my purse." I quickly head to the bed and grab my handbag, ready to leave the room. At the top of the stairs, I stop in awe when I see him in an elegant black suit that gives him an unparalleled power. Gael raises his head the moment he lifts his whiskey glass to his lips, pausing mid-motion. His dark eyes roam over the single-strapped red dress clinging to my body, eagerly tracing its length, subtly stopping at the slit beginning at the middle of my thigh, and finally, resting on the delicate, thin-strapped high
Marriage Contract 20
Evy "You look amazing, Mrs. D'Angelo," he whispers some time later, possessively wrapping his arm around my waist and starting a slow dance among the few couples. "I'm so proud of you." "Thank you," I whisper back. Gael leans in a bit, his face close to mine, and immediately our eyes meet. "Now, onto phase two," he says. I consider pulling back a bit to ask about this phase two he mentioned, but unexpectedly, he holds the back of my neck, catching a few strands of my hair between his fingers, and before I can even breathe, his mouth tenderly captures mine in a slow, warm manner. However, it's no less intense and provocative. Provocative, indeed! Because I feel something I can't quite explain. I just know it's quite... enjoyable, and I don't want it to end... ever! But he interrupts the kiss and eagerly murmurs, "I love you." My heart races too fast, I can barely breathe. The spell breaks when he raises his eyebrows, forces a smile, and leans in close to my ear again. "Jasper can lip
Marriage Contract 21
Evy I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a beautiful, sunlit morning flooding my room mercilessly. I groan in frustration; it's already daytime. For the first time, I had the worst night of my life in this house. After leaving Gael with his ridiculously hot advances in the living room, I locked myself in my room, fighting not to go back and claim what he was offering so eagerly. Quickly, I shed the dress and high heels, racing to the bathroom and discarding my undergarments along the way. I turn on the shower and almost scream when the cold water hits my body, which burns from within. Whoever said cold water calms the fire of seduction either didn't know Gael D’Angelo or couldn't be more wrong! After that, I tossed and turned practically the whole night, occasionally lost in insanely hot thoughts. Result? I lost sleep, and by the time I finally managed to sleep, dawn was breaking. Damn it, I dreamt of my husband devouring me in every corner of this room! Frustrating! I sigh heavily, d
Marriage Contract 22
Evy After stopping at a café and purchasing the most delicious croissants along with two large cups of espresso generously topped with cream, the car parked in front of the oncology clinic. For the first time, I observed its elegant façade adorned in light shades of green and soft beige. Anxiously, I entered the building because conversing with my mother had been a soothing balm amid my rather tumultuous life. Witnessing Judy's animated and clear-minded demeanor, her laughter and trivial chatter, brought happiness and reminded me of the woman she had always been. Despite the harsh reality of Andrew Dixon's death sinking in, she remained unfazed. Yet, beneath it all, a trace of sadness lingered in her gaze. Before heading to her room, I decided to stop by Dr. Monique's office as I needed an update on her treatment progress and the prospects concerning my mother's illness. As always, she greeted me at the door with a professional yet friendly smile. "Evy, I'm glad you're here! I've be
Marriage Contract 23
Evy As the car races over the asphalt, I glance out the window, yet my focus doesn't latch onto the happenings outside. My mind is ablaze with this news of Judy being determined to move into our old house, and I know it's not a feasible suggestion at the moment. She'll need someone to be by her side at home and at the doctor's, someone attentive to her medication schedules. The worst part was leaving the clinic without managing to persuade her to come live with me, which is why I'm now seeking other solutions. "Head to the outskirts, Jonas!" I abruptly instruct the driver before he gets on the highway. "Sorry, Ma'am, but I don't advise..." "You're not here to advise me, Ulisses!" I snap irritably at the security guard seated beside me, hearing the sound of his heavy breath, likely upset with my reluctance. "I need to inform Mr. D'Angelo!" "Do whatever you want!" I retort, passing the address to the driver. I return my gaze to the window, and before long, we enter a small, dirty n
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