All Chapters of The Billionaire's Contractual Wife Is A Baddie : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Here’s a dramatic romance chapter with emotional tension and a slow-burn attraction.Chapter 8: The Contract Was Never Meant for LoveThe rain drummed softly against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Adrian Kingston’s penthouse. From the fiftieth floor, the city glittered below like a sea of stars, yet his attention never wandered beyond the woman standing in front of him.Elena Hart.Six months ago, they had signed a contract. It was simple on paper: she would pose as his fiancée for one year to satisfy his late grandfather’s final condition before he inherited the Kingston empire. In return, she would receive enough money to erase her family’s debts and start a new life.No emotions.No questions.No falling in love.Those had been the rules.Yet somewhere between charity galas, fake kisses for photographers, and late-night conversations neither of them admitted enjoying, the lines had begun to blur.“You’ve been staring at me for five minutes,” Elena teased, closing the folder she ha

"It means you can't go to a charity gala I'm attending and get drunk and start a fight with my business rivals," Matthew said. "You have to be able to smile and look married and not embarrass me. It's not complicated.""And the intimate relations clause?""Means we don't sleep together," he said. "We don't kiss unless someone's watching. We don't touch unless we're being photographed. You have your own bedroom. I have mine. We're roommates who happen to be legally married.""What about Victoria?" Selena asked, and she knew the moment she asked it that she'd made a mistake, because Matthew's expression changed slightly."How do you know about Victoria?" he asked."I researched you," Selena said. "Before I came here. There was an article. From a few years ago. It said you were serious with someone named Victoria Lang.""We were," Matthew said, and his voice was suddenly very neutral. "That ended.""Because—""Because it did," he said, cutting her off. "And it has nothing to do with this

My fingers flew across the keyboard, the words pouring out like they always did when I had something real to say.She was sandwiched between them. His cock deep inside her while her tongue worked the other man's shaft. The way her body responded when they both moved in sync — one fucking her while the other fucked her throat — was absolutely primal. No thinking. No walls. Just three bodies chasing the same high.The girl moaned around his length, tasting salt and her own arousal mixing with his. Behind her, she could feel every inch of him hitting that spot that made her see stars. Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips pushing back, demanding more."Fuck, you're perfect," one of them groaned.She pulled back just enough to breathe. "Harder. I want it harder."And they gave it to her.I leaned back in my chair, reading what I'd just written. My pussy was genuinely throbbing. Writing about what we'd done last night was hitting different when it was based on actual experience instead of

Alright so yea, prior-pie bank of new York is that type of bank that's really competitive. Like I mean the workers, sales person. you need to bring in client with hight shares. Its so fucking tiring because I wouldn't never had imagined it if I was told I will have to do all sorts of things to convince my clients and go even extreme to bring in clients. Rich ones only. hahaha... I was lucky to be recruited as a temporary worker at prior-pie bank and my mentor was Aldin Norman. He's got this sexy, charming look and body type. oh my fucking Jesus, he's so cute and I been dripping on my pant down there whenever I see him. He's quite old with white hair like 60years old Norman 😁😁. Today he's been looking at me like he wanted to devour me at the same time waiting for my approval to go ahead. "Hey susan I want you to handle Elden felim call as from today. Make sure you put a call through today. I want to see the result this time tomorrow. you need to prove you belong here or you don

The Lamborghini’s taillights disappeared down the street as Mila drove off. I stood outside my apartment building for a second, still buzzing from the book signing and that risky quickie with Jayson in the hallway. My body was sore in the best way, but my mind was racing. I shook my head and headed inside. The second the door closed behind me, I kicked my heels across the living room like they offended me. My dress hit the floor next. I walked straight to the bathroom completely naked, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stepped under the water. The steam filled the room while flashbacks hit me hard — Jayson’s hands gripping my thighs, his thick cock stretching me against that wall, the way he groaned my name when he came inside me. I bit my lip and let my fingers slide between my legs for a minute, replaying it. I stayed in there way too long before stepping out, skin flushed. Still dripping wet, I grabbed my phone, angled it in the mirror, and took a nasty close-up