All Chapters of Marriage Contract: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evy A few months... These days have been very different for me here at the D'Angelo mansion. I've spent a lot of time alone as usual, but not in the early hours of the day and not in his late hours either. I don't know if he's aware that he's an engaging lover as much as he is an irreverent boy, and God help me, I'm falling in love with this man who is slowly revealing himself to me. Weekends have changed completely. Gael used to live for work, but over the last few months he's been coming home with me. You know the most interesting part of all this? That scowling, bossy CEO has gone into hiding. I simply don't see him anywhere in the house and he's left behind a thoughtful and funny man. Funny, yes, because he makes me laugh whenever he can, like now when he suddenly throws me over his shoulder and dumps me in the pool. Through the crystal-clear water I see him diving towards me. He pulls me in, glues our bodies together and kisses me right there as we emerge. But the kiss doesn't

Gael I enter the small bedroom of an apartment and as usual find her lying on a sophisticated king-size bed, wearing only a daring set of red lingerie. I can't deny that Paige Montreal is a stupidly attractive and hot woman, but what brought me here certainly wasn't the hot sex she always offers me. Knowing that she was in my house, that she threatened Evy and almost made a scandal at the entrance to the mansion made me furious. She's getting out of hand and that's no good for me, and even less so for her. I enter the cramped but luxurious room, close the door and get rid of my suit, taking care to fold it in half and place it on the back of the armchair next to a long, narrow window. I do everything under his scrutinizing gaze. I walk over to the wide bed and stop inches from it. I watch intently as she bites her extremely red lip in a sexy, seductive way. My eyes fall on her long, blonde eyelashes and on her lap, which rises and falls with slightly ragged breathing. A few strands of

Gael "Good evening, Mr. D'Angelo!" "Good evening, Clarck! And Mrs. D'Angelo?" I inquire of my butler. "She's in the bath, sir." "Great! I'll be in my office and don't want to be disturbed by anyone. Could you bring something for me to eat there?" "Apologies, but won't you be joining your wife at the table tonight?" "I can't, Clarck. I brought work home and will probably have to work late tonight." "Understood, sir! I'll inform Mrs. D'Angelo," he says, turning away, and I head straight to the house office. I let out a frustrated sigh, remembering I could have been with Evy at a relaxed dinner and then... I exhale heavily and shake my head, chuckling at my more risqué thoughts. I place the folder on the table and pull out some papers. I turn on the computer and open the D'Angelo accounting page to access files from at least two years ago up to now. Finally settled in my chair, I begin the rigorous task of reading, studying, and calculating to verify the numbers. Sometime later,

Evy I tie the side knot of my bikini bottoms and immediately my eyes dart towards the full-length mirror in my room. I smile as I realize how stunning I look and let out a sigh right after. Spending weekends by the pool has become a delightful routine for us, so I decided to do something different for Gael this morning. He's not into nightclubs or dancing at all, but I enjoy those things, so I thought of bringing a bit of my fun world to our mansion. I put my hair up into a ponytail with the help of a black elastic band, pleased with the result, and step away from the mirror to grab a rectangular-shaped speaker before leaving the room. In the leisure area, I find my husband lounging on a deck chair, wearing sunglasses and black swim trunks. His light-toned tanned skin stands out amidst the subdued colors around. There's a glass with a hint of whiskey beside him, and I catch my breath as I deliberately start to observe his muscular body laid out there. The square jaw with a light stub

Evy "I thought we were heading to a restaurant," I comment when I realize we're going to the other side of the city. "We're not." "Then where?" "You'll see soon. While we're on our way, how about opening my gift?" he suggests, making me smile widely again, my eyes surely sparkling with happiness. "Gift?" I ask, looking around. "Open the glove compartment." I take a deep breath audibly, my hands feeling clumsy, if you know what I mean. I halt my excitement and stare at the small black square box, tied with a delicate golden ribbon. I hold the object as if it were fragile crystal and look at my husband in amazement. He glances at me briefly and then focuses on the busy traffic. "Aren't you going to open it?" he asks. I admit I'm trembling and nervous about all this. Could Gael finally be lowering his guard for a thing called love? Oh God, I wish it were true! "Evy?" "Huh?" "The gift, aren't you going to open it?" he insists, and anxiously, I start untying the bow. My heart beats