Alle Kapitel von Contract Marriage With My Ex's Boss: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Hailey's POV I gape at them, my mouth opening and closing, words escaping me. My best friend since I was five sits naked on my bed, wearing a smug grin like this is all some joke. My boyfriend is cheating on me with my best friend. The image won’t stop replaying in my mind. "Y—you?"I choke out, the words catching in my throat. "Why would you do this to me?" I look between them. "Jake? Why?" I whisper, my voice disbelieving. "After everything, you decide to cheat on me with my best friend?" Jake stands, pulling a sheet around his waist as he walks toward me. There's a fake concern on his face, but his eyes are cold. He reaches for my face, and I step back. "I didn't cheat on you, baby." My tear-filled eyes snap to his, and I immediately hate the flicker of hope that rises inside me, even when I know better than to believe. "Really?" My voice shakes. "I just caught you naked in bed with my best friend, and you’re telling me that’s not cheating?" "It was just head, Hailey,

Hailey's POV The stranger had driven me back to the hotel in comfortable silence. Coincidentally, he happened to be staying here too, and in the room opposite mine. When he first dropped me off and followed me to the elevator, I thought it was for my safety. But it turned out he was just trying to get to his room. I still don't know his name though. I couldn't find the courage to ask, and he seemed like wasn't going to share it either—the excuse I gave myself for not asking. When I got to my room, the first thing I did was strip off my ruined shirt, and then I took a long, hot bath to get rid of the stench and stress from the day. The bath eased off the physical tension, but the memory of the assault is still firmly imprinted in my mind. Although the biker had called the cops, it still feels like the man would suddenly appear in my room to finish what he started. Speaking of cops, I can't believe I thought he was one. A smile tugs on my lips. I should have known from

Levi's POV"I know, Dad." I pinch my nose bridge, trying to stifle a sigh that threatens to escape. I wish my father would just get off my back. He's been pressuring me for over a year to get married, or to produce an heir. It only got worse in this past month. If only he could understand that marriage isn't a business transaction, even if it's for the sake of his empire. I'm still young, still strong. I have enough time on my hands to decide if and when I want to procreate. "The least you could do is get a girlfriend, Levi," my father speaks up again. "I've been lenient enough. If you don't get a wife, or a grandchild by this time next year, you can forget about taking over the legacy.""Dad-" I cut myself short as the line goes dead. I hung up. Of course. A string of profanities escapes my lips, and I almost fling my phone across the room. Just then, the door clicks open, and my secretary, Sarah, walks in. The file in her trembling hands shakes slightly. "Don't you know how to f

Hailey's POV It's been two weeks since I met the stranger again - Well, not just any stranger, but Levi King - and I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I'm pregnant with his child, after a reckless one-night stand. He gave me his contact card and number, but I still can't bring myself to call him. It's not that I'm desperate. I don't even need his money or anything, I just want him to know that he's about to become a father, and I also want my child to know her father. That brings me to why I’ve been staring at the message icon on my phone for the last few minutes, too nervous to type a single word. "If you won't text him, then I will," Matt says, snatching my phone out of my hand. I told him bits of the story when he wouldn’t stop pestering me after my conversation with Levi two weeks ago. I didn’t want to burden him with the details, but Matt’s persistent, and I guess it felt good to talk to someone. I can't bring myself to take my phone back. He might a

Levi's POV The loud buzz of the club's speaker vibrates through me as I sit at the bar, drinking my third shot of vodka. After enduring five more gruesome hours in the office after Hailey left, I came to the club to drown my frustration. Hailey's tear-streaked face keeps appearing in my mind's eye, and a pang of guilt follows after. A warm hand lands on my shoulder, running down my arm and interrupting my thoughts. I'm immediately grateful for the relief. Then, I feel the warm breath on my neck, making my hair stand. A slurring, breathy voice follows. "I noticed you sitting over here for a while now. Would you like some company?" I'm not that drunk to misunderstand her intentions, but I nod anyway, pulling the stool by my side closer. I tap on it, inviting her to sit down. I know she probably wants us to leave the club together, but I'm not in the mood for that. Not today. And if I don't find a way to make things right with Hailey, I'm not sure I'll ever be in the mo