All Chapters of The Trillionaire's Contractual Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Claire I looked around the room in a state of frenzy. There was no one, nothing but the vast expanse of space across the luxurious bedroom. My heart pounded frantically within the confines of my chest. I looked down at the shirt that I had on my body. It smelled..like him. My face paled instantly at the sight. I could almost hear the blood rushing in my ears. Without thinking, I shifted the duvet away from my bare thighs. The moment I heard the door opening, I swung around almost immediately. Asher stood by the door, shirtless, with a tray in his hand.I tried not to let my gaze travel down the length of his magnificent body in awe. What the hell are you even doing? You were upset just a few seconds ago. Our eyes lingered on each other for a moment, and all I could do was stare blankly.I could feel the words gathering on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason I was unable to utter them. I hate the way my skin went up aflame in heat. I closed my eyes for a brief second in an atte

ClaireI fell back into bed, wrapping the soft duvet around my body. I sunk my hands into the soft mattress and let out a soft moan. Maybe going out last night was a good idea after all. Maybe getting drunk was a good idea too. I hadn't been able to sleep in a while; my mind was always distraught. I couldn't stop thinking of ways to save the company, even after Astor had offered me help. A part of me was always scared. What if Astor suddenly turned against me like Grant did? What if he raised my hope and crashed it, leaving me for dead?I brought the duvet to my nose, filling my nose with Astor's scent. Something about its masculinity intoxicated me. It made me want to trust him and lean on him. But who was I kidding? This was all a game to him. He didn't love me. To him, I was just someone to be conquered. I didn't love him either. I sank further into the confines of the duvet, inhaling more of his scent. But what if he wasn't so bad after all? Maybe Grant has broken me so much that

CLAIRE I released a moan as I bit into the chicken sandwich. My taste buds exploded with delight instantly as I chewed. The only thing that I couldn't regret about this was the good taste. Asher seemed to have good taste when it came to food. Not that I was ever going to admit it out loud. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt an odd sense of satisfaction. I couldn't exactly put it into words. I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them, my shoulders flinched slightly when I opened them to find Asher intently staring at me. My cheeks flushed almost immediately. It was too late to regain any sort of composure. He already knew that I was flustered. “I can see you're enjoying your meal. Do you want more?” His lips tilted up into its usual signature smirk. Something about it was beginning to become oddly interesting now. “Don't get too cocky." I scoffed, but the tone of my voice held less spite than I intended. Was his ego beginning to grow on me? Definitely not. Don't be ridicul

CLAIREI found it odd watching him smile. I watched as his smile magically transformed the hard features of his face into something else that I couldn't entirely recognize. It wasn't the signature cocky smirk that screamed that I was used to. This was very genuine, or at least it seemed to be. If we were afraid of getting wet. It was already too late.I could feel my clothes clinging to my body like second skin. I shifted my wet hair away from my eyes, and when I looked up, I blinked in surprise. The proximity between us was much closer. I had no idea that he had caught up with me so fast. His white shirt clung to his muscled frame, and it transformed into a see-through. I tried not to let my gaze linger on his torso for a minute longer. My throat suddenly became dry, and I didn't know what to do. I only knew that every inch of my skin was igniting in heat. 'Get it together, Claire. Stop thinking about devouring him on the spot.' I scolded myself mentally. I was caught in-between fee

CLAIRE My eyes flickered open. I didn't know that I had drifted into sleep. I only knew that I was exhausted. I was tired, and I was on the verge of catching a fever. It was so cold. I groaned. My eyes fully opened, and I realized that I was in Asher's arms. My arms were wounded around his neck. I closed my eyes for a moment. I was too tired to argue with him tonight for not waking me up to walk by myself. “You're awake,” he said. He sounded as tired as me. Today had been such a long day. The last thing that I had expected was for us to be stuck together under the rain. The universe had a way of spitting me. “How long was I out?” I mumbled. He paused. “You were out for a while. I felt you were too tired to walk, and I didn't want to wake you,” he said. His reply sounded reasonable. I didn't want to pick up a fight with him over it. I closed my eyes and sighed, and I relaxed my head back against his chest. I didn't want to think too much about anything that I was doing tonight. L