Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: I DON’T HATE YOU(I DO) The morning sun crept through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. Louis lay in bed, an iPad propped against his knees, watching the security feed on the screen. Lorenzo's convoy was pulling out of the gates…three black cars, the middle one carrying the man who had spent the last week hovering over him like a nervous mother hen. Louis waited until the gates closed behind the last car. Then he threw off the covers. His feet hit the floor before his brain caught up. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the chair, a hoodie from the closet, and a cap from the dresser. He pulled them on fast, not bothering to check the mirror. His hand went to his pocket. The black card was still there…the one he had slipped from Lorenzo's wallet this morning while Lorenzo was in the shower. Louis had been planning this for days. The idea had started as a joke, then turned into a fantasy, then became an obsession. He was going to

CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR: TWO L’S The hospital room was white and sterile, the kind of place that smelled like antiseptic and quiet anxiety. Louis stood by the bed, a flask in his hands, watching Lorenzo lie against the pillows with an expression that was equal parts irritation and relief. Apparently, Lorenzo had passed out that morning from a fever and been rushed to the hospital. Louis had spent the entire car ride cursing under his breath. "Hello, baby," Lorenzo said, his voice hoarse but warm. Louis set the flask down on the table. He dramatically removed his sunglasses…the ones he had been wearing to hide his tired eyes…and fixed Lorenzo with a look that could have melted steel. "Do you take joy in making me scared? I kept asking you to go to the hospital because of your body temperature was slightly high. Did you listen? No." Lorenzo had the decency to look sheepish. "I'm sorry. I just…" "It's alright." Louis cut him off, already pulling out the food he had made. "I brought

CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: NOT FROM MY WORLD BUT THE STAR. "I'll be back quick. Just a minute." William flashed a grin at Louis's assistant and slipped out of the studio before anyone could stop him. The air outside was cool, the city buzzing around him. He needed coffee. He needed to move. He needed to stop thinking about the stranger with tired eyes and a scar on his hand. He spotted the cafe across the street and was halfway there when he saw him. The same man. The same dark hair and same jacket. He was walking toward the cafe, his head down, his hands in his pockets. William's heart did something stupid. He veered toward the cafe, quickening his pace. He pushed through the door just as the man reached the counter. Okay. Act natural. William pretended to be looking at the menu, then "accidentally" stepped back…right into the man's space. "Oh..I'm so sorry…" He turned, his eyes widening with exaggerated surprise. "We meet again." The man’s expression didn't change. "It's alr

CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: STAY AWAY It was morning, the sunlight coming through the window into the room. William rolled from side to side, his eyes fluttering open to a ceiling he didn't recognize. The room was unfamiliar…soft lighting, minimalist decor, the kind of expensive simplicity that screamed money. Was this a hotel? Or Matt's house? The memories of last night came crashing back. He kissed Matt. He kissed Matt. William's face flushed, and he pulled the sheets up to his chin. "If you're already awake, I think you should get out of the bed, kid." William's head snapped toward the voice. Matt stood by the dresser, dressed in comfortable wear…a loose shirt, relaxed-fit pants, his hair slightly disheveled. He looked like he had just woken up, and William hated how good he looked. "What were you thinking?" Matt asked, his voice flat. "Getting that drunk." William smiled, propping himself up on his elbows. "Did we sleep together?" Matt laughed…a short, incredulous sound. "Y

CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO: KINDNESS TAKEN. "Another letter, is it?", Louis forced a smile at the housekeeper, his voice light, practiced. She handed him the envelope with a sympathetic look…the same look everyone had been giving him lately. Pity…fear…concern. He took it and walked to his room, closing the door behind him. He added it to the pile. The letters were stacking up now, a tower of obsession on his nightstand. He had read most of them once…just enough to know how disturbing they were. He couldn't bring himself to read them again. He picked one up, scanning the familiar handwriting. "I hate that the whole world gets to see your beauty. When you're finally mine, that won't happen anymore.” “No one else will ever look at you. No one else will ever touch you. I'll keep you safe, Louis. I'll keep you for myself." Another: "You don't know how many nights I've watched you. How many hours I've spent thinking about you. You're the only thing that makes sense in this world. I de