A Love Contract: Five Years

ler, the woman I once would have died for, now

ct, the reason I lived this li

hing the glass. It was one of my many tasks. My official title was

oject. Her charity ca

ou missed

walked up behind me, his expensive cologne filling the air

his finger smudging the c

. My reflection was faint in the glass, a tired ma

low, satisfied so

tech mogul she was. Her dress was sharp, her heels clicked on the marble floor,

, not even a glance, and

presentation?" she asked hi

ng to something smoother, more intimate. He put

I didn' t have to look to know what was happening. I could feel it. The shift in

the show. It was a

whispered, loud enough for me to hear

. He looked over her shoulder, directly at me. His smile

, his eyes still locked on m

njoy it, this calculated display of intimacy in front o

m touch her, kiss her, whisper things in her ear tha

e guy who was publicly dumped by the CEO, only to come crawling back for

r face unreadable. She turned her head s

oice flat. "I want to see the new ad ca

ller," I sai

o her tone. "You will watch the whole

aturing her and Alex as the power couple behind the company, I was forced to watch. I had to

was done, she would make me

rstand,"

survive. I had trained it to be numb. But sometimes, in the quiet of the night, the numb

The night I planned to propose. The ni

again, if it h