All Chapters of The Billionaire Playboy's Contract Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

|||||"So?" I looked over at Xander and raised a brow. "So what?" I asked him. He tsked as he walked over to the fridge to get water. "So how does it feel to be back in the apartment?" He asked. I raised a brow. "Am I supposed to feel something different?" I looked around, making sure that I had not missed any renovation that might have taken place while we were in Seychelles. "What's different? I don't see anything different," I said, looking around one more time.Xander clucked his tongue and walked over to the cabinet to bring out two glasses, pouring water into both."I'm asking about how you feel being back at the house as Mrs. King," he asked, matter of factly.I rolled my eyes at him as he held out one glass of water for me."Thank you," I muttered as I took it."And no, I do not see anything different. Because there is no other audience, so it's not like we have to pretend to be an actual married couple right now."Xander, being the dramatic asshole that he was, pretended

|||||“So did you two meet at work?” Landon asked the obvious question.River shrugged. Now that we were not in a professional setting, River was not interested in talking to these guys. Not because they were mean or she was a bitch or anything. She was just mad at me for dragging her along to this after she had said no to going out with me.Well, I guess I was being a little manipulative here, but as they said, everything was fair in marriage and war. I know I modified that phrase a bit, but who cared?“We have been working together for three years now,” I told Landon, “and she has been the best thing that has happened to me ever. Somebody who understands me, somebody who is the calm to my chaos.”I did not like how true that sounded.River looked over at me and then gave me one of her most irritated looks. I would say she was one step away from having her left eye twitching. It had been a while since I saw that.I guess I have been keeping her fairly happy lately, because if it was

|||||I did not know what was so special about this marriage.It is true that I did plan to get married at some point, but I always expected it to be more work than this.But this one, this marriage with Xander King, this seemed to be extremely easy. It was effortless. I could do it as easily like I was breathing.Maybe it was the lack of pressure and stress.The thing is, when it comes to a real relationship or a real marriage, we always have to worry about the other person and if we would hurt the other person or if we would offend the other person, we have to constantly worry about the other person's feelings.We had none of that between us.Xander and I were like roommates with fuck buddy benefits.And for the outside world, we also had a marriage going on.One week back in the office and I couldn't be any less stressed. And this was a good feeling. I have to admit this. This was a much better feeling. Though I was never going to admit that to the face of the piece of shit that I

|||||"You know what I would kill for?" I asked my beautiful wife as I stretched in our bed.River was on her phone, naked under the blanket -the very thought making me hard again - as she read something with the utmost seriousness."Let me guess. Staying in bed all day long, fucking me whenever you please?" She asked robotically, not paying attention.I gave her an appreciative nod. "How do you know that? Have you started reading my mind now? Is that a sort of marriage thing - the ability to read your husband’s thoughts?""Xander, you really need to get a hold of your libido," River said, sighing dramatically. "You've been taking me non stop, in our office, in our bed… and it is almost four in the morning. We really need to sleep.""Then why are you on your phone?" I asked, grabbing her petite form from under the blanket and pulling her toward me, so that now she was flushed against my naked chest.I rested my chin on her shoulder and peered at her phone. She was reading some circula

||||I stared at the bottle of placebo pills in my hand.What had once seemed like the perfect plan was now unraveling into the worst thing I could ever do to River and to our relationship. Of course, this had been the plan from the very beginning. It was the reason I married her. I had decided she would make the perfect mother for my child, even if we weren’t truly together. I wanted a child who would inherit the kind of morals and principles she possessed.And I needed to do this if I wanted the inheritance for myself, if I wanted to make sure some idiot like Marcus Thorne didn’t get his claws on the empire I helped build over the past few years then I needed to follow through.But a part of my mind kept asking, Was it necessary to do it behind her back?Why couldn’t I just ask her?And there it was again - the same question that had haunted me before the marriage.What if she doesn’t want to? What if she doesn’t listen? What if she wants to terminate the contract? Then what would I