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A man's touch

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ANASTASIA

I smirked as I walked out of his room, past his assistant in the halls. The second he saw me step out with my shirt disheveled and a few buttons loose, he looked away. I kept walking, the carpet soft under my bare feet.

My mind went back to the way Dominic’s eyes had widened when the tables turned.

I continued working the buttons of my shirt when realization hit me.

I wasn’t wearing a bra.

I’d worn one that morning. When I stripped I’d taken it off. My bra was still lying som
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  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    He loves me

    DOMINICI walked down the hall, my fist tightened at my side and my jaw clenched so hard it ached.Fuck whatever thought I had of letting her do whatever the fuck she wanted. She belonged to me, and I’d have to cage her. Why the hell was she walking around like she’d just stepped out of a porn set? That bikini clung to every curve, hanging so close to her body I could make out the exact shape of her fucking nipples. The image burned behind my eyes and only made the anger worse.I walked in. Georgia motioned toward a seat. My eyes darted across the room and found Ramon already seated beside her. I sat down.She started immediately. “What do you stand to gain from the Brooks? Since her father died the company’s been going downhill. We cannot—”Ramon interrupted her. “Dissolve your marriage.”My eyes widened. My hands tightened into fists. Of course they were quite predictable, just greedy as a dog looking for some bone to munch on.I stared at her. “I can still remember how you said t

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    18 rated magazine

    ANASTASIA“Why did you bring me here?” My eyes darted around the room. It was an empty room. This yacht probably had thousands of rooms; it was easy to find one.“We couldn’t have a conversation standing in the halls,” I said.He exhaled, glaring at me. “I kept my end of the deal. I’m not fucking with Dominic again.”Shit. I also hated threatening him again, but it wasn’t like I had another option to choose from.“You don’t need to do much.”He raised a brow, crossing his arms. Standing close to him made me realize this man was huge.“What?”I pressed my lips into a thin line. “I need you to hack something for me.” I didn’t know if he could actually pull it off.“Hack?”“Yes. You don’t need to do anything except that.”“Who does it belong to?”I hesitated. “Dominic.”“I’m not doing it,” he said and walked past me toward the door.“You are going to do it, because we both know Dominic or even Ramon would not let you walk around with your head intact when they find out about both of you.

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    We need to talk

    ANASTASIAI stared at myself in the mirror. The two-piece bikini looked gorgeous on my tanned skin. I was used to exposing skin, for God’s sake, I was American, but his family might find wearing a two-piece bikini that could hardly hide my tits too revealing. I wrapped a towel securely around my waist, knotting it at the side.I had never been particularly bothered by wearing a swimsuit. I wasn’t about to start worrying about it now.I stepped out of the bathroom, my face bumping into something hard.Fuck.My nose was probably dislocated. I looked up at Dominic’s face hovering above mine, staring down at me.His blue eyes were a bit wide, his brows drawn together. His eyes dropped to my chest.Before I could get any words past my throat, he walked around me and into the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind him.He wasn’t even making it subtle that he was ignoring me.I sighed. Why should I get bothered by that? The only reason I was concerned was getting the lock of his laptop. I w

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    Signing a contract with the devil

    ANASTASIAI opened the door and stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind me after making sure I had cleaned up the mess and left the suitcase exactly where I had found it. Dominic wouldn't notice a thing.The yacht was quiet. I had never been on a more awkward trip. Every single family member on this yacht did not like each other; they acted like they were merely tolerating each other. I sighed, and somehow I just became the most disliked on this yacht. Ramon probably hates me with every drop of his blood, Georgia didn't seem the least intrigued by me, Rhea and Alicia didn't bother themselves with me. I was glad at least I had something on Alicia.Then Dominic. That man would probably pull that gun in his suitcase out and shoot a bullet right through my fucking skull.I exhaled and made my way toward the dining room, following the faint sound of voices.By the time I walked in, everyone was already seated. My eyes immediately landed on Dominic.He was sitting at the ta

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    No matter what it took

    ANASTASIAI closed the door behind me after dinner and just stood there for a second. My eyes went to his suitcase by the wardrobe.He hadn’t touched it once since we got on this boat. Not that I saw. What does someone like Dominic even pack? And why leave the whole thing sitting there unopened?Maybe there was something in it he didn’t want anyone finding.I walked over, put it on the floor, and unzipped it. I pulled through Shirts, folded so perfect without a single crease. I pushed them aside.My hand hit something cold and metal. I pulled the clothes back further. My hand wrapped around the metal and I pulled it out. My eyes widened.A gun.It definitely wasn't't plastic, what the fuck was Dominic doing with a real fucking gun.My breath hitched. It slipped out of my hand and hit the bottom of the suitcase with a loud clack.I stared at it. Why the fuck would he bring a real gun on a family trip?Is Dominic some kind of mafia? I knew he definitely wasn't a saint not after he'd b

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    I don't care

    **DOMINIC**I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and ran a hand through my hair, dark strands falling across my forehead as I stared at my own reflection.I wouldn’t have known about the phone. Not at first.The second I walked into the room, my eyes dropped to her hands buried in the sheets. Then she asked if I’d come in late—like she actually gave a shit about where I’d been. She didn’t. Of course she didn’t.But I noticed the small movements beneath the covers.I said those things on purpose. Every filthy detail. I only planned to tick her off.But seeing the Grayson bastard’s name glowing on the screen, I was glad I’d let him hear exactly what Anastasia had been doing with her mouth and her body.My hand tightened around the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening.How the fuck had she gotten a phone?I had cut the telephone lines. Made sure neither Alicia nor Rhea came within six feet of my suite.Who would have thought she’d still be this desperate to talk to that bastard.I gue

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    My wife

    ANASTASIA“He just has to show up late, dosen't he” I whisper, glancing toward the entrance—no sign of Dominic.The hall is huge, flooded with people. I feel painfully out of place, maybe because I’ve avoided them for so long. Everyone has something to say about me.Hushed whispers about me, yet lo

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    Not the man I married

    ANASTASIAI stare up at the mansion in front of me, it’s huge, the building standing tall, representing power and everything the owner stands for. The air carries the faint smell of rain, old money, and fresh roses from the garden surrounding the mansion. The building reminds me of him: tall, big,

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    Married

    ANASTASIA “Ana, Ana. Come on, it’s almost nine.” I yanked the sheets over my head to muffle Maria’s persistent voice. “Jesus Christ, Maria, let me sleep,” I yelped when the blanket was torn from my body, the cold morning air of the city taking its place.“Give me back my blanket. It’s so cold,”

  • Marry me; The Billionaire's contract    Marry me?

    ANASTASIA“Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera.I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dom

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