All Chapters of My contract husband was meant for me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Mason's povI watched the man's hands shake with fear as he scrambled around the office, desperately searching for the strategic plan files for this branch covering the past three years.He wouldn't find them.There was no strategic plan.I had arrived unannounced after asking Clara to investigate why this particular branch had been causing me so many problems.Now I understood why.I crossed one leg over the other, watching him bark orders at the assistant to find a file that probably never existed or had long been destroyed. The poor woman looked like she was about to break down in tears as he hurled abuses at her.Her expression reminded me of someone.Big brown eyes flashed through my mind.So innocent. So naive. So easy to hurt.Iris.I tightened my fingers around the glass of whiskey in my hand.Clinton or Clark? Whatever his name was, he was in charge of this branch, yet I continued receiving complaints about it.I paid him handsomely to ensure I don't deal with problems like

The man in front of me cocked his head to the right, then to the left, examining me. His dark hair was the same colour as Mason’s, though slightly shaggy. That was where the resemblance ended. He had a much more relaxed and easygoing look compared to Mason’s cool and controlled demeanor.We came down to the huge dining room to have breakfast after he barged into my room.After he introduced himself as Mason’s cousin, Owen Kingston, I realized there was still so much I didn't know about my supposed husband.“I didn't even know he had a cousin.”“So, this guy really did get married,” he said but I continued eating my breakfast, pretending I hadn't heard him.“But you don't look like his type.” I choked at his words and quickly reached over to sip some water.“Are you asking me? Isn't he your cousin? And anyway, the woman he decides to marry is none of your business." My tone came out harsher than I intended. I didn't mean to sound mean, but it hurt when he said that.I do know someo

I eventually settled with a wine coloured floral lace dress with a very daring plunging halter neckline. It hugged my figure like a second skin. I have never dared to wear something like this. The last time I did, Mom told me I shouldn't dress like a slut and that it doesn't suit me. I wanted to put it back, but with encouragement from Owen and the sales representative, I surprisingly got it. I tried paying for the dress with my own money, but Owen shoved me aside and gave Mason's card to the sales representative. While deep down I was a little grateful. The dress was rather on the pricey side. I wore the dress and put on some earrings to match the dress. I styled my brown hair in loose waves that fell down my back, stopping at my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with the look and made my way downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Mason stood with his back to me and his phone pressed to his ears talking to someone on the other line. His midnight-dark ha