All Chapters of Contracted: My One-Night Stand Happened to be My Professor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

MIAI get out of the car.The cold air hits my face. My legs feel weak. My mind is spinning. I walk toward the building, my feet moving on autopilot. Charlotte is still with Dean, laughing at something he said. I don't look back.I climb the stairs. The familiar creak of the steps. The smell of curry and weed. I reach the apartment door. My hands are shaking as I turn the key.I get inside. The door closes behind me. The apartment is quiet. Dark. I sink into the old armchair, the one with the broken spring that always digs into my thigh. I don't feel it.I stare at the wall.The stranger who I fucked. The professor who pretended I didn't exist. The man who just offered me ten million dollars to be his fake wife for a year.What the hell just happened?I sit there for what feels like an eternity. The chain of events is threatening to destroy my thought mind. One minute I'm a struggling student working double shifts. The next I'm being offered a fortune to pretend to be engaged to a man

ALEXANDER I drive into the Jaeger hunting grounds.The road is unpaved. Gravel crunches under my tires. Trees line both sides—tall, dark, thick with shadow. The GPS doesn't work out here. No signal. No cameras. No witnesses. That's the point.I reach the cabin. It's an old hunting lodge, massive and sprawling, built from dark timber and stone. The windows glow with warm light. Several cars are parked out front. I see Dean's black Audi R8. Of course he's here on time. He's the one who introduced me to this way of life after all.I kill the engine. Step out. The air is cold. Clean. It smells like pine and earth and something metallic underneath.Jax is unloading hunting gear from a truck. He's a big man—former military, built like a tank. He sees me and nods."Morreti. Good to see you.""Jax."He sets a case down. Wipes his hands on his jeans. "Today's going to be fun. We have three to hunt. Dean will give you the details. He's inside talking to the Chairman."Three. Good. Three is eno

MIA It's morning. I have classes today. I get up. My body aches from sleeping in a bed that's too soft. Too big. Too unfamiliar. I take a quick bath. The water is hot. The scented oil, the shampoo, the soap—they all feel different. Expensive. Like I'm using some kind of holy relic. I wash my hair. The lather is thick. The scent is floral. Jasmine and something else I can't name. Don't get me started on getting dressed. I open the door to the walk-in closet. It's the size of Charlotte's entire apartment. Rows and rows of clothes. All designer. All my size. I'm hyperaware that I'm about to wear clothing that a man picked. Not just any man. Alexander. I start with underwear. I stare at the drawer. La Perla. Agent Provocateur. Chantelle. Fleur du Mal. Silk. Lace. Delicate. Intimate. This is really too much. After what feels like a lifetime, I settle on an outfit. Not too much. Comfortable. A cream-colored cashmere sweater from Loro Piana. Dark jeans from Rag & Bone. Simple. Underst

MIAI feel my palms getting hot. Sweaty. Every eye in the room is fixed on me. I'm a specimen under a microscope. A bug pinned to a board.Alexander doesn't let go of my hand. His grip is firm. Steady. The only thing keeping me from bolting.I take in the scene.The man at the head of the table is terrifying. He looks like Alexander but older. The same sharp cheekbones. The same ice blue eyes. But there's white in his hair now. Silver at the temples. And his eyes—they could freeze the sea. They're fixed on me. Unsettling. Calculating. This is his father. Amon Morreti.The Asian woman beside him must be his mother. Slone. She gives me a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes. It's polite. Cold. The kind of smile you give a stranger you're already planning to destroy.The other two women are also intimidating. Not because they're powerful. But because they look like they belong here. The younger one—blonde, beautiful, perfectly dressed—glances at me. Then looks away. Dismissive. Like I'm a st