All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Ex's Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Hailey's POV "I told you this was a bad idea!" I shout over the noise of the booming club speakers to the very drunk Matt, who seems to think grinding himself against a table is a good idea. Well, at least one of us is having fun. Apparently, there was a very short limit to which he could take my moping around. Hence, his genius idea to drag me to a club, claiming that "being around positive energy would help me stop thinking about Levi." Spoiler; it isn't working. We've been here for almost two hours and I'm not feeling the positive energy, nor am I forgetting about Levi. If anything, he's been at the center of my thoughts all evening, as in the last two days. My mind still refuses to leave the jerk. And it isn't helping that I've been seeing him in almost every man whose height stands at around six foot three here. I was so close to approaching a stranger just because I thought it was him. Good thing my anger was still solid enough to keep me rooted where I was. That'd h

"Sorry I'm late, man," a voice I never thought I'd be more eager to hear, cuts in.Ezra. About fucking time. If he hadn't shown up when he did, I don't know what I'd have done next. Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'd remained seated when I should've left the moment she'd approached me. "I had some things to handle at work and it took longer than I'd planned," Ezra said, waving his dead phone at me. "Would've texted, but this thing's useless now." For a guy who runs a security company, you'd think he'd know better than to let his phone die without backup.Charlotte clicks her teeth behind me. "Can't you see we were talking?" Ezra raises an eyebrow. "And you are?" "I'm—" "Leaving," I cut, my tone final. "She's leaving.""But I wasn’t done talking to you." Her voice takes on a desperate, whiny edge. "I could give you a much better time than she ever would, Levi."At first, I thought it was jealousy. But no, it's deeper than that. The hatred she has for Hailey must run deep it’s ma

"I was with Matt," she whispers. I don't miss the use of past tense. "Was? Where's he now?" "He left, I think. We had an argument... I said some things I shouldn't have." Her voice cracks. My frown deepens. "That's still not a reason for him to leave you alone in a place like this. What if—" "Stop acting so worried over me, okay?" She snaps, angrily wiping her eyes. "As you can see, I'm fine. I can take care of myself. I don't need you worrying about me now."That line again. That fucking "I can take care of myself" shit she pulls out every time. Have I ever said she couldn’t? No. I know she's more than capable of doing that, but I don't need a damned reminder every time I try to watch out for her. Like she thinks I'm questioning her strength. I'm not. I count to ten in my head before responding. "Did you drive here?" She shakes her head."How were you planning to get home?""Uber." She shrugs. Seeing her like this, I can't help but feel some anger at Matt. Even if his anger

"I am genuine." He rolls his eyes. "I'm only agreeing to this because I love her, and I hate the way she's been these last few days.""That's on me," I admit, more to myself than him. "No shit. And I'm trusting you to fix her," he adds. "We had our first argument, and it was all because of you.""I'm sorry. What can I do?""You rich people and acting like throwing money around will instantly fix everything," he mutters, pouring himself another glass. "I wasn't even talking about—"He doesn't let me defend myself. Cutting me short, he says, "Thirty grand."I blink. "What?" He exhales loudly. "I know you're not that dumb, Mr. Hotshot. I wasn't planning to talk to her until she came to me first, asking for forgiveness. But now I've got to swallow my pride and go to her instead, even if she wronged me. Thirty grand makes that a little easier."I stare at him. He stares right back, raising a challenging brow. "You in or not?" I mutter some curses under my breath before responding. "I

"M—Matt? What are you doing here?" I ask, blinking in disbelief as I take him in.He frowns, but there is unmistakable amusement playing in his eyes. "Is that any way to welcome a friend?" he teases, his lips quirking.My frustration evaporates instantly. With a laugh, I throw my arms around him. "Oh my God, Matt. I missed you!" I murmur into his neck, hugging him tight. "I was going to call but I talked myself out of it. Then I tried to talk to you at work, but I got scared. And just now, I was literally heading to your place— but you won't believe what happened!" I pull back, breathless. "I'm so so sorry for what I said. You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, and I'm lucky to have you in my life." "Don’t I know it." He smirks, brushing off the apology with a wave of his hand. "We’ll save the groveling for later. Now, tell me, who did you think I was?" I chuckle, shaking my head. "The craziest thing happened today. Hold on, I'll show you."I grab his hand and tug him tow