My Contract Marriage With An Obsessive Billionaire

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the bar. It was crazy for me to come to the bar, and I convinced m

messages for the hundredth time. On my way here I had cracked my bra

aking on four jobs to be abl

k a shift as a cleaner in a hospital, in the evenings I was a library

make any new friends, and it was the reaso

I was disappointed that he didn't. It would've consoled me a bit if he tried, not

he bar, watching the door to see if

ut thirty minutes pas

ve something by following a simple text from God knows who. But why wo

memories. My wounds were still fresh, and staying there was like adding salt to them. So I was set on getting mys

round it. The person had not only sent the video, but they had also given me direc

and leave when the door swung open, revealing a tall man. He exuded an air of grace as he walked in,

lit second before moving on. My heart skipped a beat as

a drink before turning to face the room again. For some reason I

unwavering stare. I glanced at him to see if he was truly l

ed, his tone carrying a hint of amuse

to relax, responding with a stiff nod. "Not at all

ance. His raven black air was pulled into a nest low bun, leaving a few strands to frame his well-structured

ke it." He started, sn

g at him, but then my head snapped

ion. This was him. The man

lips spreading into a knowing smil

as I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are yo

it to take a sip of his drink. "Yes, I

He also didn't look like someone John would know. From the way he was dress

to ask, trying my best

wider, his eyes glimm

n't rem

blurt out. "

opped an elbow on the table, resting his chin on

nvoluntarily heating up. The air in the room su

or rather the intimidati

deliberation, he

pecially when you were all I could