A Contract With The Billionaire

ays and groaned in frustration, turning away from them. My head pounded with a relentless rhythm, and my stomach churned

til I notic

of panic through me. My heart pounded in my chest as I froze, my breath

a stranger. I had neve

by a master artist. His strong jawline, slightly parted lips, and the faint shadow of stubble gave him an aura of r

ered because I didn't

drinks. The music so loud it vibrated through my bones. And him leaning against the bar

done? I facepalmed, r

ssing a hand to my mouth, I surveyed the room. It was immaculate. Sleek, modern furniture, expensive-looking art on the wa

shirt. My heels were kicked carelessly near the door, and my pu

have been

n't deserve an ounce of my loyalty. And instead of mourning the end of that relationship like a normal person, I had gone ou

get out

't wake. Relief flooded me as I tiptoed across the room, gathering my things. I slipped my d

and leaned against the wall, letting

*

y heels in one hand, too tired to bother putting them on. I barely noticed the early morning bustl

I let it get this bad? Sure, Ryan had been a liar and a cheat, but I should've b

ever, and all I wanted was to crawl into bed and pretend the last 24 hours h

scarded junk. Clothes, books, picture frames, all of it thrown out carelessly. And standing in the middle of t

shoulders hunched and her hands cla

ce trembling. "We just need a little m

"I've been more than patient, but enough is enough. You're two mo

shoes and storming up to the

hat's going on is that you're being evicted

tuff out like this!" I argu

ck. "I have a business to run.

e time." My mother pleaded again,

I turned back to Louis, my voice sharp. "Two weeks. That's al

ssed into a thin line. "Two weeks,"

though the words felt

me and my mother alone in the mess he had made. I crouched down

kay?" I as

embled as she reached for a shirt. "I'm so sorry, Lila

"This isn't your fault. We'll figure

tion hung heavy in the air. I hugged her tightly, holding back m

of my bed, staring at the peeling wallpaper and the cracked ceiling. Two week

n't even sure if I wanted the job. It sounded way out of my league, but I didn't have

e. I buried my face in my hands, overwhelmed by everything: Ryan's betrayal, my impulsive deci

om, and there was n