All Chapters of Rival's Contract Marriage : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

L (Cameron POVI woke up to the smell of waffles.Which was weird, because I definitely hadn’t bought waffle mix.I groaned, my face still smushed against Brandon’s hoodie, which I was still wearing because… comfort. His side of the bed was empty, but warm.The apartment was way too quiet except for some bad humming and the faint sound of something sizzling, probably in a way it shouldn’t.I padded into the kitchen, hair sticking up in four different directions and socks half on.“What,” I croaked, “are you doing?”Brandon turned around, beaming, holding a spatula like he was on Chopped.“Making breakfast,” he announced. “Because you had a crap night and I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend.”I blinked. “We don’t own a waffle iron.”“We do now,” he said smugly, pointing to a suspiciously cheap-looking one on the counter.I squinted. “Where did that come from?”“I ordered it last night while you were dead asleep and cuddling me like a squid.”“I was not—”“You definitely were. Arms.

Cameron POVThe sting sent ripples of pain and pleasure through my body. Another swat connected, and my cock grew hard again. was merciless, spanking my ass hard and fast.“This is what happens to brats,” he said through clenched teeth. “They get punished. If you ever fuck up like that again, I will spank this ass until you can’t sit for a week.”“Fuck you,” I hollered back. I knew that would rile him up. I liked playing the role of mouthy brat over his knee.“Language!” He released an all-out assault on my ass.That’s more like it.“Will you ever do something like that again?” He asked.Smack. Smack. Smack.I couldn’t answer. The intensity of the pain and pleasure was overwhelming. It felt amazing.Smack.“Answer my question.”“Smack.My hiss of pain was soon followed by a low moan. “No…”“If you have beef with me, does it ever make its way without a conversion?”Smack.“No!”Smack.“No, what?” He asked.Smack.“Ow. Fuck you!” Jesus, I was asking for it, but I fucking loved it.S

Brandon POV The market was straight-up chaos, but like… the good kind. The kind where your senses go haywire and everything smells like spice, sugar, and trouble. People were everywhere—selling handmade stuff, weird trinkets, and fried snacks that honestly shouldn’t smell that good.I was walking next to Cameron, watching the way his brows knit together every time he saw something questionable. He stopped at a table full of hats and pointed at this crusty fedora with a stain that looked way too close to blood.“That one’s haunted,” he muttered.I laughed. “I’d still wear it better than you.”“Lies.” He rolled his eyes and moved on like he wasn’t the cutest thing in a 10-mile radius. His fingers brushed over old journals and beaded necklaces, and I stayed close, like gravity just worked better when I was next to him.We’d spent the whole morning being idiots on the road—windows down, yelling throwback songs, me sneaking glances at him when he wasn’t looking. I didn’t care where we wer

POV: BrandonLook. I wasn’t proud of it. The whole jealousy thing.I mean, it’s not like I thought Cameron was gonna run off with Erica or anything. He literally kissed me in the rain like we were in some indie movie soundtrack moment. But still… when he smiled across that café window and saw her?Something twisted in my chest, it made me lose my breath.“You think she’d come though?” I stuffily asked, trying to keep it casual, sipping my iced tea like I wasn’t spiraling inside.Cameron blinked, his eyes still on where she was across the street. “Who Erica? Yeah. I mean, if we invite her.”He said it so simply. Like it didn’t mean anything. Like it was just inviting an old friend.I forced a grin. “Cool. You want me to add her to the list?”Cam raised a brow, amused. “I already did that and you have offering to help with the guest list for a while now? What happened to ‘I’ll just show up in a tux and look hot’?”“I can multitask sunshine,” I said with a dazzling smile, I pulled out my

Cameron POVBrandon liked the movie, which was a huge relief. I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t liked my favorite movie of all time.After our little moment in the car, things shifted. He wasn’t cold or mean, just a little awkward.Should we not have held hands? Was that too coupley? My stomach coiled as I pulled into the driveway, bracing myself for the cold shoulder.Instead, as I parked the car, he said, “Go upstairs and shower. By the time I get to your room, I want you naked and ready for me. You should be on all fours on the floor in your bedroom, ass up, face down, waiting for me to unload in you, or I’m beating your ass again. Got it?”“I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me when he said that. “Yes, sir,” I replied.He smirked and said, “Good boy. Hurry.”I bolted out of the car and bounded to the upstairs shower. Having sex with Brandon while his mum and dad weren’t home was the best. They weren’t staying overnight somewhere, though, so we had to be