All Chapters of Marry me; The Billionaire's contract : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANASTASIAI stirred awake, rubbing my eyes. I stretched my body against the soft bed, letting out a big yawn.Fuck. My throat hurt even from that. I pulled the blanket further up my body, trying to hide.My wrist throbbed with the movement. I winced and glanced down. The skin around it was a faint shade of red.Fuck, how did…My eyes widened. Everything from the previous night crashed into my brain like a blizzard.Dominic’s hard-on. Grabbing his cock. The way I’d tied my own hands up in the struggle. The kiss. The bite. Every single filthy detail I wished I could erase.This is fucked on so many levels. I groaned into the pillow, wanting to sink straight through the mattress and disappear.I wish I had been drunk. Then I could blame it on the alcohol. But I had been completely sober, brain fully intact, when I grabbed his cock. Or better yet, I wished I could wake up with no memory at all.I dug my hands into my hair, sinking my fingers into my scalp like I could reach in and rip the

ANASTASIAI tossed my body onto my bed. My bed, not a shared one with that condescending man. I buried my face into the pillow. It smelled like soap and perfume, better than having to smell his cologne on the sheets before bed.“Are you done?”I groaned and glanced at Rita standing in the doorway with a stack of files in her hands.“Leave them there,” I groaned, waving at the drawer. She rolled her eyes and strolled into the room.“Nope. They are not going to become a heap of decorations on your drawer for the next week,” she groaned. I rolled my eyes.She probably ate files and documents for food.“Okay, fine.”I pushed my body off the bed and sat on the edge.She handed me a pen and a file. I flipped through each one, signing without reading.“Read them at least.”“You have worked with my father for years. I’m sure you can do a better job,” I added, nonchalantly signing away.“Ana. About that.” Her voice dropped. My eyes dropped to her fingers tightening around the file.I raised a

DOMINICThe car rolled into the driveway.I stepped out and walked into the house, running a hand through my hair as I loosened my tie and undid my cufflinks.A maid approached, a tray balanced in her hands.“Mr. Blackwood. Coffee?”I nodded and picked up the cup, watching steam curl from the dark surface.The house was quiet. Too quiet. Rain drummed steadily outside.“Where is she?” I asked, raising the cup to my lips.The maid kept her head lowered.“She’s stayed in her room all day, sir.” I raised a brow.She hadn’t gone for a swim or wandered around the estate.“Did she have any visitors?”“None, except Miss Rita.” I nodded.I took another sip before setting the cup back on the tray and heading upstairs. The hallway was silent.As I passed her room, the door stood slightly ajar, light spilling into the corridor.My hand tightened on the railing. I walked toward it and pushed the door open.She sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slightly hunched, her hair falling over them as sh

ANASTASIA Dominic swiped his card soon after he said he’d get the dress. The dress was packed and taken to the car. We sat beside each other in silence.The drive back passed in silence. The only sounds were the whoosh of passing cars and the occasional blare of horns.Dominic sat beside me, one arm resting against the door, his attention fixed ahead as though the boutique had never happened. I watched the city pass by through the window.I smirked to myself as I remembered how annoyed Amelia looked when I wiped the coffee off Dominic’s shirt.The poor woman had looked like she’d wanted to jam her perfectly manicured nails straight into my eyeballs. A smile tugged at my lips.“Your admirers are dedicated. If I teased her a little further, I’m sure I wouldn’t be going back with both my eyeballs.” Dominic didn’t look at me. I snorted.She nearly tackled him with that napkin. Like flies swarming over food. She’d spent the entire afternoon pretending I didn’t exist, only to discover I wa

ANASTASIA I watched the man descend the staircase as guests broke away from their conversations to greet him. He acknowledged each of them with clipped replies, his expression never changing, a woman hooked around his arm. She looked young, probably somewhere in her twenties, and I was hella sure she hadn't given birth to a thirty-three year old man like Dominic. probably his father's mistress. I raised the glass to my lips, my eyes flickering across the room. I spotted Eunice again, surrounded by her friends. Eunice clung to her rich clueless friends, just to look like she belonged among influential people, when she'd climbed the social ladder by opening her legs. Her smile stretched so wide on her face it could leave stretch marks. Desperate fucker. I glanced around the room. I could hear the tiny whispers in the crowd, the small glances they thought went unnoticed. I lifted my wine to my lips, taking another slow sip. Dominic's arm still rested around my waist. I looked