Flash marriage Billionaire Contract Wife

Chapter 1

With a loud bang, the door to the presidential suite slammed shut, and Jessica was shoved inside, falling hard onto the plush carpeted floor.

Her body reeked of alcohol. Disoriented, she pushed herself up, eyes narrowing at the faint sound of running water. The shower. She stumbled forward, her legs barely cooperating, and made her way to the bathroom.

The door creaked open under her weight. Steam billowed out, wrapping her like a thick blanket. Inside, a tall, muscular man stood under the rainfall shower, droplets sliding down his honey-colored skin.

Jessica blinked, trying to steady herself. Her vision danced, but the figure before her was solid and striking. She wavered again-then fell forward, right into him.

She slums on his bare chest,her hot breath mixed the sensation from the hot steam tickling the man. He feels his blood run cold. She raises her head staggering backwards

"Hey-" the man snapped, catching her by the shoulders.

Jessica quickly regained her footing, eyes fierce despite the haze. Gripping his wrist with surprising force, she pushed him back until his bare back met the marble wall.

What are you doing here,These my suite" Jessica grumbles.

His brows furrowed, wondering if a lunatic escaped the pyshcatric hospital but she was too beautiful to be one.

"How did you get in here, woman?" he asked coldly. His voice, deep and laced with irritation, cut through the thick steam.

"Shut the hell up," she hissed. "Don't think I can't overpower you. I'll really slam you."

The air stilled.

He stared at her, stunned, the heat of the room clashing with the frost in his eyes. Then, with a slight twitch of his lips, he moved.

Effortlessly, the man scooped her into his arms in a princess carry and walked out of the bathroom. He set her down gently on the massive bed, his tone low and curious.

"Woman... You're the first who's dared to barge into my space and threaten me."

His fingers trailed lightly across her arm, tracing patterns with a sensual edge. Jessica's breath hitched. Still tipsy, her mind fogged with adrenaline and confusion, she responded before she could think.

She parted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer with reckless abandon.

Spencer froze for a beat.

No disgust. No hesitation.

Instead, a spark lit in his eyes-dangerous and amused. A wicked smile curled on his lips.

"Well, well..." he murmured. His lips brushed her neck, grazing it with maddening slowness as the towel around his waist dropped silently to the floor. "Little vixen... let's have some fun."

His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart pounded.

Without warning, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. It wasn't gentle. It was dominant. His thin lips pressed against hers, prying open her mouth with a practiced tongue that tasted like mint and danger.

Jessica moaned faintly, her arms snaking around his neck.