The Billionaire's, Contract Bride

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is a tornado of furious butterflies. As soon

sks mid-lunch rush. "You've

y. I'm just

taneously. Someone in a very pricey-looking suit is offering me two m

erhaps I dozed off at the workplace and experienced the coffee spill

text message again. Meet me tomorrow ni

onight I'm going to find ou

dressed in another pricey suit, one blue. His hair is fabulou

same booth as yesterday. My

a." He glares at

new I

t a huge folder from his briefca

does not spill this time, which is great by me because

ys, just lik

her side. The folder lies betwe

. "I gave you mine, but

ian

't know where I've heard it. "Ka

business. I'm ta

Half of the building projects in Manhattan bear their logo plaste

naged to get out. "Why a

Adrian takes out the folder. "And

. Official documents that appear serious and legal. At th

Contract

ly say it. "You wa

ct, as if he's discussing the weather. "It wo

him. "You'

exactly smile. "But

you need to

her left me his business in his will. But with conditions. I have

's cr

He returns to

y new words. But I noticed the num

real? A

displays something on the screen. "I made my

lawyer know

e lost it. He

whirl around like they're desperate t

ons. Pretend to be married and in love with me when other peop

it? Pret

at once. "I know this sounds insane,

unting up on our kitchen counter. Of working thr

when the y

oney and leave. I will keep my company."

omeone discove

e'll be extrem

y signature at the bottom. Beside Ad

me to thin

w l

ow. One day

. "I don't have two days. Yo

rises and in terror.

hand on top of mine. His hand warms and smooths like expensive lotion. "Se

ong, no cuts or calluses like mine. This man has never gone w

marry anyone. Rich girls w

all that." Adrian's grip around my hand becomes tighter. "You

for you,

s me and takes out a pen. "Sign the

h more than I've made in a week, maybe. If I si

ny good? What if I

't be ba

o you

be good at it. Your moth

tly what he needs to in order to make me do wha

not fair

s the pen at me. "But sometimes

gold, not silver. The pages of the contract rustle i

n it, wha

thin a week." Adrian scans my face. "And your mother r

hatter my ribs. This is crazy. Getting married

l my feet bleed and not even being able to purchase something. Li

scribble appears tiny and pathetic a

whisper.

me since I've known him. "Welc

s strange and terrifying

t returns and isn't pleased with

appears. "Then we'