Todos los capítulos de A Contract With My Billionaire Ex: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Anastasia's POV I did not sleep at all that night.I lay in the enormous bed staring at the ceiling and listening to every sound Leon made on the floor. The rustle of blankets when he shifted position. His steady breathing that sometimes sounded like he could not sleep either. The creak of the floorboards when he got up to use the bathroom at three in the morning.Every sound kept me wide awake because all I could think about was the kiss.The way his lips felt against mine, the way his hand tangled in my hair and the electricity that shot through my entire body when he pulled me closer. The kiss was supposed to be fake and for show but it felt so real that my heart was still racing hours later.I touched my lips and they still tingled from the memory. This was bad. This was very bad because I was not supposed to have real feelings for Leon. This was a business arrangement and nothing more. I was being paid to pretend to be his girlfriend and that kiss was just part of the act.Excep

Anastasia's POV I didn't know what else to do so I could forget about everything else other than baking.For the next few hours I baked until midnight and my hands moved through familiar motions while my mind stayed mercifully blank. Knead dough, shape rolls, decorate pastries. Mix batter, pour into pans, set timers. Clean counters, wash dishes, start over.I did not think about Leon or the kiss or the roses Lucas left on my doorstep. I did not think about the threatening phone call or the fact that my ex-husband was watching me. I just baked and baked until my back ached and my fingers cramped and exhaustion finally let me sleep a few hours.The next afternoon, Sara showed up at the bakery with coffee and a determined expression."You look terrible," she said as she walked in."Thanks." I was elbow deep in bread dough and did not look up."When was the last time you slept?""I sleep.""For how long? Two hours? Three?" Sara put the coffee on the counter and crossed her arms. "What ha

Anastasia's POV Grandma Eleanor called me on Saturday to confirm we were coming for Sunday dinner. I wanted to say no but I could not come up with a good excuse. So Leon picked me up at five on Sunday evening and we drove to the estate in uncomfortable silence.Dinners at the Hart mansion became a regular thing after that and every day I dreaded it more than the last. It was not because I did not like Eleanor, but because lying to her got harder every single time.This was the fourth dinner and I sat across from Eleanor at the smaller dining table she used for intimate family meals. Leon sat beside me and his hand rested on the table between us. Eleanor kept glancing at our hands like she was waiting for Leon to reach over and take mine."So Anastasia," Eleanor said as we ate soup that literally looked like there was gold shavings in it, "have you and Leon talked about your future together?"I nearly choked on my soup and Leon's hand tightened on his spoon when I looked over at him.

Leon's POV After we hung up, I sat in my office and stared at the ceiling. The acoustic tiles blurred together as my mind raced. James was right, he always was when it came to matters like these. His instincts had saved me more times than I could count. But I had no choice because Alan was watching and waiting for us to slip up. One wrong move, one misstep, and everything I had worked for could come crashing down.The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings and phone calls. Numbers danced across spreadsheets without meaning. Voices droned on in conference rooms while I nodded mechanically, contributing just enough to avoid suspicion. I tried to focus on work but my mind kept drifting to Anastasia. Around six in the evening, my phone rang. The shrill tone cut through the silence of my now empty office. It was my head of security. Jeffrey never called me unless it was something serious that needed my attention."Mr. Hart, we have a situation."I panicked a little, my stomach drop

Leon's POV My phone rang while I was in a dinner meeting with investors at a rooftop restaurant. I almost ignored it, but then I saw Anastasia's name and something in my gut told me to answer. She had never called me for anything since we signed the contract."Excuse me," I said to the investors and stepped away from the table. "Anastasia? What's wrong?""Can you come to the store?" Her voice was shaking. "Please, Leon. I need to talk to you."My chest tightened. "I'm on my way. Are you safe right now?""Yes. I just need someone here.""Fifteen minutes," I said and hung up.I went back to the dinner table and grabbed my jacket. "We'll have to reschedule. Something urgent came up."James followed me out. "What happened?""Anastasia called. She sounded scared.""Leon, you can't just walk out of a fifty million dollar meeting because—""Watch me." I headed for the elevator.The drive to Sweet Seasons took twelve minutes and every red light made my jaw clench tighter. When I finally pull