All Chapters of Contracted To The Cold Mafia Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alexander’s POVWe got into the car and we sat down in silence, I brought out my phone from my pocket and kept my eyes on it to distract me, out of the corner of my eyes, I could see how Maya was playing with her fingers and her nails were pinching into her skin roughly but it was not enough to draw blood. I had noticed that it was something she always did whenever she was nervous or tense because I had seen her do it a lot of time in the small amount of time we had spent together in the same space, it was small but enough to be noticed by me. Her discomfort radiated off her in waves, filling the car with a tension I found oddly satisfying. The dark side of me enjoyed seeing her in turmoil and how she was squirming in her seat. She was overthinking, that much was obvious. Probably replaying every second of the reception, imagining scenarios that wouldn’t happen. I smirked to myself, the twisted part of me relishing her struggle to keep herself composed. She was easy to read in thes

Alexander’s POVI increased my pace and walked down the hallway and headed to my room, I had clenched my jaw tightly and my breathing was unsteady as I tried to control myself. Each step away from the room Maya was in felt like pain as my erection throbbed in my pants. She had done so much to me and she had no idea of it. Why the fuck is my body reacting to her?I passed door after door, my mind racing as fast as my legs. I needed to get to my room, to get away, to do anything but let her image stay burned into my thoughts. But it was impossible to get her- the curve of her body, the swell of her succulent and perky breast and the way her body had glistened under the dim light or the heavenly sighs that came out of her mouth- out of my mind. I wanted to go back there, tell her to strip and fuck her like I wanted to over and over again but I shook that thought out of my mind. Fuck! I wasn’t some teenage boy that had just gone through puberty, I was a fucking grown man and I was losin

Alexander’s POVLife after the wedding had been quiet. Peaceful, evenFor the first time in a very long time, my mother wasn’t nagging me on and on about finding a woman and getting married to give her grandchildren and an heir that would take over from me. That alone was worth the inconvenience of getting married to Maya. The silence that now enveloped the house has been nothing but soothing and it gave me the space to go back to my normal routine of alternating between my businesses and working in my home office. Two weeks had passed since the wedding, and I had barely spoken to my new wife. Not that I minded. She seemed content to keep her distance, and I didn’t feel the need to bridge the gap. There was no sense in forcing something that neither of us was eager for.The demands of my business consumed most of my time, as always. I alternated between managing my legitimate ventures, overseeing the less than legal operations, and handling the occasional… disagreement in the basemen

Maya’s POVThe sunlight filtering into my room through the curtains felt intrusive. I stirred, blinking sleepily as I sat up and stretched, hoping to shake off the heaviness of slumber. But as my gaze swept over the familiar walls, disappointment settled over me.I was in my room, in my bed, alone. Again. Not that I had expected to wake up anywhere else, but a part of me had secretly hoped for something different. Something meaningful. Maybe I had hoped to catch Alexander finally.I had missed Alexander again. Every night, I tried. I would sit in the living room closest to the front door, reading and pretending to be lost in the music playing softly in the background. But eventually, the fatigue would win, and I would fall asleep. By the time I woke up, I would find myself back in my bed, tucked in as if nothing had happened.He always managed to avoid me, whether intentionally or not. The few times I stayed awake longer, he didn’t even come home. It was as if he existed in an enti

Alexander’s POVShe looked so beautiful, even while she was asleep. It wasn’t something I wanted to think of but it kept creeping into my mind anyways, forceful and persistent. I was standing at the door of her room and she looked so peaceful. Maya was laying in the bed, curled up on her side and her silky hair scattered all around the pillow. Her chest was rising and fall steady, it was calling and if felt so unreal. Her soft features were highlighted as the moonlight shone into the room through the window and reflected on her. For a moment, I wanted nothing more than to walk into the room. To watch.To soak in the kind of peace I never knew I craved.But peace wasn’t for men like me. It took every of my willpower to hold myself back. I let out a small sigh before took my eyes away from her and shut the door gently. This wasn’t part of my plan. She was not part of the plan. Maya was only supposed to be a pawn, a shield to deflect my mother’s relentless nagging about marriage, heir