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The Dominant Beast

Chapter 3 A Fcking Marriage Contract!

Word Count: 2079    |    Released on: 02/04/2025

Fcking Marr

ce's

oor, but I was too afraid he'd realize I'd been inside the whole time. A small part of

missed any texts from him, but there were none. I let out a frustrated sigh. Then, after a deep breath, I

times before I heard

? Where are

home, why?"

I want to know where h

ourself?" I could practicall

n friend, Jeyd

und giving updates on where and

ed me and said he's waiting outside my door," I admitted,

on't want to entertain him?" Jeydon

" I said firmly. My patience was wearing thin,

. a fcking lot," he

someone isn't he

you tell him tha

a fcking buddy arrangement! I can't ruin the reputation I'v

he question made me freeze. Yes,

asing. "Janice, stop fighting your desire for him.

-not even the ones I'd slept with. I had always been the dominant one, the one in control. My fck buddi

lead to ecstasy, you know," Je

itation. "Jerka*s," I m

ich only made

e last. If you want to get rid of him, do it

on the bedroom door. After a moment, I couldn't resist anymore. Slowly, I crept out of the roo

e of Jeydon? I was about to return to my room w

calm but insistent voice came through.

ing up. Taking a deep breath, I reac

xpression dark and intense. His brows furrowed as he

raising an eyebrow. I tried to sound tough, but

shaking my head to push the thought aside. I could

aid, his voice fi

"I'm tired, and I want to rest. I have an early meeting

to a small smile. "A VVIP, huh? I

Co. is one of the major undergarment suppliers. Meeti

didn't want to be rude and slam the door in h

ice. A deal is a deal, and I want you to keep your end of the deal, or

frowning, feeling an unse

ed toward the kitchen, trying to shake off the feeling of his prese

nows me. I

e right now, because I would've slapped him. I quickly typed a message and,

e buzzed again. I grinned wh

ep. Stop calling

text me?" he replie

meet some of my male models, so

she do that?" h

erself from being a fool," I replied, a lit

'd said. He should be, because what he was doing to Nami-leading her on-was utterly w

truth is, I invited her to come with me. She

taking her?" he ask

night!" Without waiting for him to say anything else, she hung up. She d

*

g this company was a big win for Sun Glow Fashion. It would make importing high-quality fabrics and products easier. I was confident that i

ake sure there won't be any issues with our team

replied before lea

the CEO of MCUT to notice anything out of place. From what I'd heard from other b

ajor fashion events, so I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. A

e Conference Hall. We waited for a few minutes, and rig

I turned to greet them, I froze. A tall, muscular man, wearing a dark navy slim-fit suit, wal

his companion

ply. "I'm sorry," I said with a smile, trying to rec

a-Montreal, CEO of Montreal-Cordova Underwear Trading Corporation. I believe yo

k. I had seen his portfolio before, but th

Matteo. "I only know Matteo Cordova, but your boss...

stared back. The irritation inside me was building, esp

n explanation! I thought to my

s. "Can we start the meeting? Let's talk about business, e

y attention to him. "Of cou

the contract to them, but Matteo s

, looking at Niccolo an

o quickly stood up, politely asking Darla to leave. She waited for me to give so

ted reading them in complete silence. I crossed my arms, my gaze fixed

He should've been asking questions and discussing the document

I saw the pen. Without hesitation, he signed the document. When he was do

"I already

it's your turn to sign, I didn't mean this co

He pulled out more papers, walked over to me, and placed them in front of me. My eyes widen

that we're having an intimate affair," he said with a playful

have been dead by now. How dare he corner me like this? My reputation, my career-it

pen and signing the marriage fcki

from me and smirked. "Yeah, I wi

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