All Chapters of Rival's Contract Marriage : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Brandon’s fingers brushed against mine as we walked up the stairs to his room, and my stupid heart was still racing from everything I did with him just hours before. My mind also went back to the car and I felt my cheeks heat from embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I said all that. I’d buried that part of myself for so long, like if I didn’t say it out loud, maybe it didn’t happen.But he listened. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t try to fix me. He just… stayed.And now he was here, right behind me, in my space. And it felt okay.His room was quiet except for the hum of the AC. I kicked off my slides, I tried to act normal even though my head was full of Brandon. Of his hands. His eyes. That way he kissed my cheek like it was a secret.And his lips were against my skin, how he brutalized my body and made me want more.“You want something to drink or whatever?” I asked, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.Brandon just grinned, already plopping down onto my bed like he’d been here a thousand

Brandon POvI had no idea where we were going.Cameron just said, “Trust me,” and tossed his hoodie into the backseat like it wasn’t literally the day before our engagement party and we didn’t have caterers texting us every five minutes.“You better not be kidnapping me,” I said, stretching out in the passenger seat and kicking my feet up on the dash. “Because honestly, you’d be the worst kidnapper. You didn’t even bring snacks.”Cam snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”“I’m not dramatic. I’m starving. And if I die of hunger, it’s on you.”“No one dies of hunger in thirty minutes.”“Says the guy who forgets to eat lunch like it’s a personality trait.”Cameron gave me a quick side-eye but didn’t respond. Just this tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The one he does when he’s overthinking something but doesn’t want me to notice. Spoiler: I always notice.We passed the city limits sign, and I sat up straighter. “Okay, so where are we actually going? Because we’ve driven past, like,

Cameron POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, trying not to fidget. My blazer was slightly off-center, my tie was uneven for the fifth time, and my nerves were doing jumping jacks in my chest. The suite was a mess—steamer still plugged in, hair wax open on the dresser, and two untouched cups of coffee that someone brought hours ago. My phone buzzed every three seconds, group chats going crazy, and my cousins were probably already stealing wine from the open bar downstairs.I inhaled deeply and stared at myself.“You’re not running away,” I whispered. “You’re not backing out. You’re doing this.”I wasn’t scared of being with Brandon—God no. I was scared of everything else. The expectations. The photos. The speeches. The way everyone would look at us like we were some sort of shiny, untouchable thing. Except we weren’t. We were real. We fought, we made up, we healed each other, and somewhere along the way, we became home.There was a knock.Before I could say anything, the doo

The reception hall buzzed with laughter and camera flashes, but all I could feel was this soft, floaty high from marrying Cameron. Like I’d just stepped into some alternate timeline where I actually got everything I wanted.And I mean… I did.He was literally glowing across the room, talking to some cousins I couldn’t even name. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled, necklace peeking out from his collar like a quiet promise. That was mine. All of it.Anyway, the music shifted and people started chanting—because apparently, weddings aren’t complete without the bouquet toss. The thing is, Cam didn’t want to do it. So yeah, somehow, that job fell to me.“I swear to God if you hit my grandma in the face—” Cameron warned as I climbed up on the small stage.“No promises!” I yelled back with a grin.People clapped and screamed and I spotted a small crowd forming. A couple girls. Some groomsmen. A random aunt who was way too competitive about this.And then… Drake.Front row. Standing there

Cameron POVAfter breakfast, we decided to go for a little hike in the woods. I had a plan to make things, shall we say, a little more interesting. I wanted to help Brandon clear his mind. What better way to do that than rough sex in the woods?“The forest smelled of sweet pine and the fresh afterscent of rain. Our boots sank into the wet soil beneath our feet, and the cacophonous buzzing, creaking, and chirping of the woodland creatures echoed around us.“It’s nice out here,” Brandon mused.It’s about to get a lot nicer. “Hey, wanna play a game?” I asked.Brandon raised a brow. “What kind of game?” He questioned. I was surprised he didn’t immediately know what I was suggesting.I released a devilish grin and said, “A fun one.” I added a wink to drive it home.Brandon stopped mid-step. “Fuck, that’s so hot, Cameron.”I crept closer and whispered, “Tag, you’re it.”And I was off. I darted around trees and brush as fast as possible. I heard his cackle behind me and his boots pounding in