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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy six
~Fallon~If one more person asked me where my husband was, I was going to scream.The award event was glamorous — all glittering lights, designer gowns, and the hum of excitement in the air. It should’ve been perfect. A night to celebrate, network, and remind the world why I was good at this.But all anyone wanted to talk about was Reid.“Fallon! Fallon, over here!”The photographers called out from the sidelines, their cameras flashing in quick bursts as I stepped onto the red carpet. I smiled — the one I’d perfected years ago, the one that said I’m fine even when I wasn’t — and posed, my dress flowing like liquid ink around me.But the questions started almost immediately.“Fallon! Looking stunning tonight! But we have to ask — where’s Reid?”The smile never wavered. But my fingers tightened around the clutch in my hand.“He’s traveling for work,” I said smoothly, the answer so well-rehearsed it came out like silk.But of course, they didn’t stop there.“Is everything okay between y
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy seven
~Fallon~I wasn’t expecting him.Not that night. Not that way.The house had been so quiet for days — the kind of stillness that settles into your bones, making the space around you feel too big, too empty. I’d gotten used to it. Or maybe I just convinced myself I had.So when the front door creaked open — that familiar, heavy sound cutting through the silence — I didn’t think twice. It had to be one of the staff. Maybe the housekeeper coming back for something she’d forgotten. Or the groundskeeper checking in.But then I heard the footsteps.Heavy. Certain. Not rushed, not tentative — just… his.And my heart jumped into my throat.I barely had time to stand before he appeared in the doorway.Reid Callahan was home. Again.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.He looked… tired. The sharp edges of his suit were rumpled, his tie loosened and hanging unevenly around his neck. There was stubble darkening his jaw, and his hair — usually so perfectly styled — was slightly tousled, like h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy eight
~Fallon~ For weeks, we’d been living separate lives. We passed each other like strangers in this massive house — polite, distant, and pretending the kiss that changed everything never happened. He worked late. I buried myself in content creation. And the silence stretched so long, I almost started to believe this was how it was always going to be. There were moments — brief, fleeting — when the distance slipped. The brush of his hand when we reached for the same thing. The way his eyes would linger a second too long when he thought I wasn’t looking. The tension that built every time we were in the same room, thick and electric, even when we weren’t speaking. But neither of us crossed the line. And the space between us kept growing. Work kept me busy. Campaigns rolled in, brand deals lined up, and my schedule was packed with photo shoots, product launches, and back-to-back editing sessions. My days blurred into a steady rhythm of content and deadlines — and I was gratefu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-06Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Seventy nine
~Fallon~I knew this trip was going to be a disaster the second my mom sent the itinerary.Not because of the early morning hikes or the “bonding activities” she’d planned.But because of the guest list.My older brother, Oliver, was flying in from Singapore with his wife — Elise — a woman I’d spoken to maybe three times since their wedding five years ago. Elise had the warmth of a marble statue and the personality to match, and the last time we’d been in the same room, she’d spent the entire dinner correcting my mom’s French.My half-sister, Bianca, was coming too. Of course she was. And she was bringing her husband, because why not make things as awkward as possible?Neither of them had come to my wedding.But sure. Let’s play happy families on a weekend getaway.I paced the bedroom while Reid packed, the sound of the zipper sliding shut making my nerves spike.“You know they didn’t even call?” I said, arms crossed tight. “Not a single message when we got married. But suddenly, they
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-06Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty
~Fallon~I knew the dinner was doomed before the first course even hit the table.The air was thick — too many forced smiles, too much wine poured too fast. My mom was already on edge, flitting around the dining room like her life depended on keeping everything light. The crystal gleamed, the candles flickered, and the estate’s chef served courses that looked like art.But none of it mattered.Not with the people seated around the table.Bianca, with her too-sweet smile and sharper tongue. Oliver, already half-checked out and scrolling through his phone. Elise, his perfectly poised wife, watching everything with cold calculation.And my father.He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence enough to make my throat tight.He didn’t have to say much. He rarely did when the family gathered.But when he did speak?Everyone listened.“So, Fallon,” Bianca began, her voice light and casual — which was exactly how I knew she was about to go for blood. “You’ve been busy, h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-07Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty one
~Fallon~I should’ve seen this coming.The second my mom handed out the room keys with that too-bright smile, I knew something was up. And when she passed me one key — just one — I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.“Wait,” I said slowly, holding the single key between my fingers. “One?”“Oh, don’t be silly, Fallon.” My mom waved a hand like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re married. You don’t need separate rooms.”I blinked. My brain short-circuited. I looked down at the key like it had personally betrayed me.When I finally managed to find my voice, it was strained. “Mom —”But before I could get another word out, Reid swooped in like the traitor he was.“Of course,” he said smoothly, sliding the key out of my hand with that practiced charm that fooled everyone but me. “Thank you, Vivian.”My mother beamed.I plotted his murder.The room was beautiful.Of course it was. My mom didn’t do modest. The suite was huge — high ceilings, a private balcony overlookin
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-07Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty two
~Fallon~I should’ve known breakfast would be a battlefield.The dining room was already buzzing when we walked in — my mom’s voice pitched too high, the clink of silverware against porcelain, the quiet hum of tension just beneath the surface.Oliver and Elise sat at one end of the table, their heads bent together in low conversation. Bianca scrolled on her phone, perfectly manicured fingers tapping the screen like she was already over this entire gathering.And my dad? He sat at the head of the table, silent and watchful, his presence a gravity that pulled everyone’s moods down with it.Reid’s hand brushed the small of my back as we found our seats — a light, familiar touch that shouldn’t have made my pulse jump the way it did. But I was still trying to shake off the memory of waking up wrapped in him — his warmth, his scent, the slow, steady weight of his arm around my waist.The space between us felt smaller than it had in a long time. And I didn’t know what to do with that.“Well,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-08Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Eighty three
~Fallon~The study smelled like leather and scotch.It was a room built for power — dark wood, sleek lines, shelves lined with books that no one had touched in years. My father’s domain. His throne.The door clicked shut behind me, and just like that, the air grew heavier.He moved to his desk, slow and deliberate, every step calculated. The glass of scotch he lifted met the light with a quiet clink, and the sound of his silence was louder than any raised voice could’ve been.“Sit,” he said finally.I stayed standing.“I hope you’re taking this seriously, Fallon.”My pulse kicked up, but I kept my face carefully neutral. I knew better than to show weakness in this room.“This?” I asked, arms crossed tight. “What exactly are we talking about?”His eyes lifted to mine — cool and unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Your marriage.”Of course.I forced a steady breath. “I think I’ve done a pretty convincing job so far.”“Convincing,” he repeated slowly. “Isn’t good enough.”He set his gl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-08
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Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract One Hundred
~Reid~The house was dark when we stepped inside. Quiet. Like it hadn’t even noticed we were gone.I set our bags down by the staircase, rolling my shoulders to ease the stiffness from the flight. Fallon stood a few feet away, one hand on her hip, scanning the space like she had to reacquaint herself with it.Home.It should’ve felt like a relief to be back, to slip into familiar routines and put the past few days behind us. Instead, there was something restless in the air. Something unspoken.Something I wasn’t ready to face.Fallon exhaled, tilting her head back and stretching, her sweater riding up slightly with the motion. My gaze flickered, completely without permission, to the bare sliver of skin between the soft fabric and the waistband of her jeans.I looked away just as fast, flexing my hands at my sides.This wasn’t the time.Not when my mind was already tangled with everything that had happened on this trip. The banter, the closeness, the easy way she fit into my life when
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety nine
~Reid~The jet touched down smoothly on the private runway, but the tightness in my chest didn’t ease.Los Angeles. Home. Familiar ground.I should’ve felt like I was back in control.Instead, I was stuck replaying every moment Fallon had thrown me off balance over the last few days.And there were a lot of them.The way she inspected my suitcase like she had every right to dictate what I wore.The way she looked at me in the candlelight at that ridiculous dinner, like she was daring me to lose my composure.The way she melted against me on that dance floor, fitting against me like she belonged there.And then, yesterday.That perfect, infuriating, reckless day together.Laughing on the beach. Challenging me over who could make the better cocktail. Stealing my sunglasses and running away like we were something real.The sound of her laugh—light, unrestrained—still echoed in my head, cutting through the quiet hum of the cabin.I dragged a hand through my hair as the jet rolled to a sto
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety eight
~Fallon~The morning light spilled softly through the windows as I woke to a rare, unforced smile. Today wasn’t about boardrooms, legal documents, or endless family obligations—it was just about us. Reid had insisted that we take a day to ourselves before heading back home, and though I’d fought it at first, a small spark of anticipation had slowly crept in.I got ready with a care that felt almost like celebration. My outfit was fun—a breezy, floral dress paired with ankle boots, a playful contrast to the usual sleek glamour. As I glanced in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel that today, I might just let down some of the walls that had kept me at a distance.I found Reid waiting in the foyer, not in his typical business attire, but in a smart, casual ensemble: dark jeans, a soft sweater, and that same confident, unreadable expression he wore so well. When our eyes met, there was a brief moment—an unspoken acknowledgment of all the days spent apart—that made my heart flutter unexpec
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety seven
~Reid~The gala’s atmosphere was a carefully orchestrated dream: the lights dimmed to a sultry glow, the soft murmur of elegant conversations mixing with the gentle strains of a live band. I had spent the last few minutes in the reception area, scanning the room with the practiced detachment of a man who rarely lets anything get past him. Fallon had gone to the bathroom and I was waiting for her. Then I saw her—Fallon, gliding through the crowd like she owned the floor. Her gown shimmered in deep red, and every step she took seemed to echo a silent challenge. My breath caught, and for a moment I wondered if I should have just remained distant, safe behind spreadsheets and board meetings. But tonight, the night was already too charged to be ignored.I found my way toward the dance floor. When she finally spotted me, our eyes locked. The silent invitation was there—an unspoken plea for connection that neither of us had dared to name in recent days.I stepped forward. “May I have this d
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety six
~Reid~I should have been focused.I should have been thinking about the investors. The men in that ballroom who had the power to shift billions with a single conversation. About strategy, image, control.But the second Fallon stepped out of the bedroom, every rational thought left my head.And for the first time in a long time, I forgot how to breathe.The dress was red.Not just any red—dangerous red. The kind that warned you something lethal was coming and dared you to get closer anyway.And God help me, I wanted to.The silk clung to her in all the right places, draping over her curves like it had been tailored by the devil himself. The slit ran obscenely high, revealing just enough of her leg to be sinful. And the neckline?Designed for destruction.Her hair was swept to one side, leaving the long, delicate line of her neck on display. The diamonds at her ears glittered, but nothing—not the jewelry, not the dress, not even the city lights behind her—shone quite like her.And then
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety five
~Fallon~“You’re giving me your black card?”I blinked at Reid as he slid the sleek, matte-black credit card across the breakfast table like it was nothing more than a business memo.“I have meetings all day,” he said, barely looking up from his phone. “Go wild.”I picked up the card between my fingers, studying it like it might bite me. It was heavier than any of my other cards—an unsubtle reminder that this particular piece of plastic had no spending limit. The kind of power that made people reckless.“You do realize what you just said to me, right?” I asked, arching a brow.Reid finally lifted his gaze, his sharp blue eyes flicking to mine. “You’re my wife, Fallon. It’d be weird if you didn’t spend my money.”I searched his face for any trace of sarcasm. There was none.“Hmm.” I twirled the card between my fingers, letting the weight of it sink in. “If you insist.”Reid just shook his head, standing with that effortless grace that irritated me to no end. He slid his suit jacket ove
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety four
~Fallon~I woke up to the sound of water running.For a second, I forgot where I was. The sheets were softer, the air cooler, the bed way too spacious—until I turned and saw Reid’s side still perfectly made.Right. The hotel. The shared suite.I sighed, stretching beneath the covers before rolling over and grabbing my phone. The time read 7:23 AM, and I briefly debated pulling the blankets over my head and pretending the morning didn’t exist.But then the bathroom door opened, and Reid stepped out.Dripping wet.Towel slung low on his hips.Completely, unfairly, ridiculously Reid.My brain short-circuited.“You’re awake,” he noted, rubbing another towel through his damp hair, seemingly unaware—or worse, unaffected—by my obvious staring.I blinked, then cleared my throat. “Unfortunately.”He smirked. “That explains the grumpy expression.”I sat up, dragging a hand through my own mess of curls. “It’s called having personality. Not all of us wake up with the emotional range of a robot.”
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety three
~Fallon~The hotel was breathtaking.Glittering chandeliers. Marble floors that gleamed under the golden lights. Staff that moved with the kind of quiet efficiency that screamed money.Everything about it was ridiculous.And yet, none of it was what had my stomach in knots.It was the suite.The single suite.The moment the elevator doors opened to the top floor, I knew. Before the concierge even unlocked the double doors, before I stepped inside to see the massive one-bedroom layout, I knew.And I should’ve said something.But Reid was already inside, already draping his suit jacket over a chair, already loosening his tie like this was just another hotel stay.Like we hadn’t spent the past week avoiding each other. Like we hadn’t built a solid wall of tension so thick I could barely breathe around it.And now, we were expected to sleep under the same roof.Again.I stood frozen at the entrance, my overnight bag still clutched in my hand, staring at the very singular, very large bed t
Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract Ninety two
~Fallon~If I was going to be dragged on this sudden trip, I was going to make damn sure I looked good doing it.Better than good. Unforgettable.So I packed accordingly.Every outfit was meticulously chosen. Every accessory, every pair of heels, every carefully coordinated look—flawless. No one was going to doubt for a second that I belonged at Reid Callahan’s side.He wanted me to play the part? Fine. I’d play it better than he ever expected.And I wasn’t stopping with just myself.Reid Callahan was not walking into that resort in some boring, last-minute suit. No way.If we were making an appearance together, we were going to match.⸻By the time Reid finally emerged from his office, suitcase in hand, I was ready.I gave him one look—from the effortlessly expensive sweater and tailored pants to the watch that probably cost more than some people’s houses—and crossed my arms.“What?” he asked, arching a brow.I gestured toward the suitcase. “Let me see what you packed.”His eyes narr
