Trapped Between Two CEOs

d from his mouth in a total meekness.

d, my voice cracking slightly at the first word of my question. "Is this a prank,

his way to meet me, he grabbed my hand softly. "I don't want to marry, Alva. She's

of clarity. My face paled and the air in my lungs went out like a broken

uestion. "I have all you ever wanted, money, a good life and I promise I'll mak

talking about at first made me feel weird. But I couldn't bring myself to accept something like that, I could

u, Mr Rogers." I

se, marry me. Stay with me u

fe but for an excuse not to marry his fiancee,

"let's do this as a contract marriage, no feelings attached. I'll pay you enough mo

generous he'd been with me when I told him I w

ought about it carefully. It might be the best thing I could do for me since I'm

ause of who he is and how much he has to offer me.

ld feel his breath fanning over me. His eyes piercing into mine,

unexpected. I never expected him to ask me to marry him. What if I refuse? What then? I can't risk

ar and anger because he s

rong?" he

t want to start something I'll

y said I'm the father of your unborn child. Let me take the responsi

l never regret marry

e sounded really sincere, but my doubts kept coming. I cou

seem right, apart from the fact that he had si

hink before I take any life

n at me disappointedly. "Okay, I'

e tension I built up in my chest left immediately, my stomach settled, and the nausea dissipated

s I found myself deliberating on whether

d it was different. Apart from the fact that he wanted to avoid his marriage to Alva, I had no idea what

ldn't get what it might be. Even if he meant the

I had no plans and nothing planned for the future. All I wanted to do now was to

r way to meet me and place a file on my table. "This is the file, Mr Rogers asked f

w, please give this to Mr. Rogers to sign, thank

ded,