Help! My Contract Husband Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

he remarked, his words aching my heart. “Why do you always behave so nonchalant?” I snapped. At this moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why was I always the one trying? “Because the contract states so. It’s not my business who you sleep with,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Cut me some slack, Nick. I made that fucking contract, yet I told you I had feelings for you, and what did you do? You brushed it off. You’re being so—” I tried to speak, but he cut me off.

"You are going to pay for your keep starting today." He picked up a thick leather folder from his desk. He tossed it forward and let it slide across the polished wood. The folder stopped just inches from falling off the edge. "To secure a new business alliance and stabilize our shares I have arranged your marriage," Graham announced. Rosaline let her jaw drop. This was a genuine surprise. It was a variable she had not accounted for in her calculations. "Marriage?" she repeated. "I just got here." "You are going to marry Victor Hargrove," Graham said.

Then he sighed, a sound of pure frustration, and turned back. The amused detachment was gone, replaced by a cold, focused intensity that was even more terrifying. This was my chance. “So, I can be your contract wife.” He froze, his eyes locking onto mine. The intensity sharpened, turning predatory. “Eavesdropping is a terrible habit.” “It’s a survival skill,” I shot back, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Look, I have free days. My calendar is… suspiciously open.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “This isn’t a joke.”

’ Valentina knocked on the door. “Pass” was a short and powerful order. “I finished cleaning” I was a little tired and wanted to rest, so I asked impatiently, “Is there anything else?” “Do you want us to go public with our marriage tomorrow? Do you have any comments?” He asked while still looking at the documents in his hand. “No,” she had no say in all of this. It is within the contract; I must do whatever is asked. “Then we will be husband and wife in the company. We will behave as such. Okay?”

I said. "I understand. Then you need to find a husband". She suggested. "I don't need a husband". I said. "Huh? you don't need a husband? So how can you do it?" She asked. "I just need a man who will act like my husband, and am willing to pay for it". I said. "Wait, like a contract?". She asked. "Exactly, you get it. Like a contract." I replied. "But.but. that will be difficult. Getting a husband, I mean hiring a husband". She said.

I turned to the rest of the table, “The expansion moves forward. This meeting is over.” The murmurs resumed as some of the seniors and executives started leaving the conference room. Steve sat rigid in his seat, his fingers pressed together like he was about to do something reckless. I stared at him for a moment. He didn't look it. He looked like a perfect husband. The husband Melissa had. A little wave of jealousy hit me, I pushed it back remembering who he was. How could I be jealous of a cheater? My mind wandered to how controlling he could be. I saw the way he treated his wife. I saw their interactions at the dinner table. The poor woman masking her discomfort with all that smile and mak

His statement caused her to cover the space between them, and he also got up from the bed to stand face to face with him. "Asking you to love me, would be asking for too much, but I want you to know that a contract marriage is still a marriage Lucious, and I have needs as your contracted wife. You can it keep me, without trying to understand my needs, my wants, my desires". She swallowed hard, while watching his Adam's apple. "What are your desires, if you are not after love? He asked. When she didn't answer, he asked.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

I get busy opening cupboard upon cupboard, waiting to see what they had available. “You don’t have to keep addressing her that way, she’s my girlfriend and besides if you weren’t so young and ignorant, you would know that it’s not a necessity to know how to cook if you can hire a live-in chef.” He spilled out, his eyes definitely on mine as I was busy doing the findings on what was in this kitchen. You could hear the mockery mixed with arising anger this time around but I don’t mind it. I mean it’s only right that I vexed him since I was tricked by him into this contract marriage.

A certain memory flashed into me. "Adam," I called him, but he's so preoccupied I'd doubt if he did hear me. I didn't want to waste my voice shouting, so instead, I grabbed his arm. That finally stopped them from devouring each other's mouths. Adam turned to me with an annoyed face. "What the hell?" "What the fuck, Miss!" The woman beside him gave me a murderous look. "What do you want from my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I muttered as I raised my brow at Adam. Two months ago, when I was on his bed, he told me doesn't do commitments. So, was he lying to me then?