Semua Bab HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Bab 261 - Bab 270

ELEANOR'S POV"I cannot believe you're actually tying the knot, little sis," Roland says, a wide, wicked grin spreading across his face."I can't believe it either, Roland" Zara passes me a piece of grape with a grin after my reply. Banks roams his hand over my ponytail. "Can I be your MC?" Kayden asks suddenly, his hands clasping together as he looks at me with pure, giddy enthusiasm. I arch an eyebrow at him. "Sounds like you already have something planned.""We've been watching a few wedding clips all week," Zara chimes in from the armchair, nudging Kayden's shoulder with her foot."It would be bad manners to reject you then," Kayden beams at my reply, pumping his fist in the air. "Thank you, Sister Eleanor!" I roll my eyes at the title,"Hmmm, Sister? When did you start calling me sister?" Kayden just shrugs, unbothered."The countries that go all out on weddings have something in common," he begins, his tone taking on a serious-academic weight. Every single head in the room t

"Be right back," Eleanor announces, giving me a quick, sweet kiss on the lips before turning to walk between Rita and the three staff members tasked with assisting her. "I'll wait for you however long it takes," I reply softly.She waves her hand over her shoulder without looking back, stepping onto the grand staircase that leads to the elevated fitting suite. The suite sits six stone steps above the main floor, enclosed by a grand sliding glass door. Right at the top, just before stepping through, she pauses, turns back to face me, and narrows her eyes playfully. "You better like it!" she warns, causing a low chuckle from me. Before I can answer, the glass door glides open and shuts tight, isolating Eleanor inside. I lean back against the plush velvet sofa, waiting. The moment she disappears, the air in the private showroom turns icy cold. The relaxed smile vanishes from my face instantly. It is a genuine cause for concern how much my jaw aches from smiling whenever she is near—or

A few minutes later, dressed in my top and jeans, I step back out into the main showroom. Banks isn't in the lounge area. "He's over by the private exit, ma'am," a staff member points out politely. I smile in thanks and walk toward the rear hallway. Banks is standing near the glass exit doors with his back turned to me, his phone pressed firmly to his ear. "Find the board members of his university," he speaks into the receiver, his tone smooth as silk. "Buy out twenty percent of their holding stock by four p.m." I shake my head with a soft smile, reaching over to walk closer, but the next sentence out of his mouth freezes me dead in my tracks. "Have both Montana and Dean transferred to China in the same prison, on the same day," Banks commands coldly. I freeze. My breath catches in my throat. "Send over the complete file proving her guilt in Eleanor's accident," Banks continues, his voice devoid of any mercy."It will be easier to handle since the incident occurred on Chinese soil

The loud blast of a car horn jolted me awake.Well...I wasn't actually sleeping. I was resting.At least, that's what I had been telling myself for the past three days. Three days without Banks, because he's busy, and I'm not going to think about him. I'm absolutely not. The horn sounded again. With a painful groan, I push myself upright, and climb out of bed, making my way through the living room and toward the entrance, still half-dazed and regretting why I didn't call Zara to answer the door.The moment I step outside, I stop, realizing exactly what this is about without needing anyone to explain it to me.Standing there, among the rows of cars that already seemed excessive for one person, is a brand-new Rolls-Royce.Sleek. Dark. Shining beneath the afternoon light.For several seconds, I simply stare at it. I had mentioned wanting a Rolls-Royce. I'd said it because I was annoyed. Because Banks had been making promises and suggestions, and in one particularly impulsive moment, I'd

I continue listening until, eventually, Banks lean toward me."We should step outside." I nod, standing up. Honestly, I would rather be somewhere quiet, preferably at home, away from all these people and surrounded by something familiar. But I keep that thought to myself. We step out of the room till we are down at the main floor entrance. We're few steps closer to the door that leads outside when something catches my eyes. I stop. Banks calls my name, but I don't answer. I can't. My attention is fixed on the figures approaching us. One of them look so familiar but it can't be, even my mind refuse to process what I'm seeing. They both get into full view"Anor" he calls but I whip my head towards him then back to the figures approaching us... "Ba.. Banks... Is that...""What's the problem, Anor?" They both come into view, getting more visible. Banks looks at their direction and they become visible, walking toward us with their arms linked. Together.It's them. "Mr Banks. Eleanor" Cat