All Chapters of The Disreputable Love Transaction: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Markus was happily sipping his hot chocolate while I was nestled comfortably on his lap in the kitchen.Ever since we first slept together in his room, I took note that he was a cuddler. And I guess I got confirmation of that when he helped me clean myself up, dressed me, and carried me all the way to the kitchen. My feet didn’t even touch the floor yet. Not that I would argue, he managed to pile me hard enough that I felt my thighs shake.Once we got here, he grabbed the mugs and placed them in front of us. He sat on one of the chairs and when I was about to stand up and grab a chair of my own, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist in a vice-like grip and that was that. I grabbed the mug and leaned my head on his chest, while he sipped hot chocolate looking a bit dazed.

“Tell me,” I lick my lips, nodding. “Why did you have to lie to Rense?”He doesn’t answer. I could tell from the way he was holding the steering wheel that he was seething with anger. A fit of anger that I don’t quite understand. Was he mad that I forced him to pick me up? Had I called at an awkward time and he had a meeting with a rich investor? Because that was the only reason that I could think of that made sense.Obviously, if he was angry because he felt jealous over Rense, then he needed a good whack on the head.He started chuckling darkly, confusing me. “You know, we’re bound by the contract. The one you made me sign, remember that piece of paper?”“Yes,&rdq

From behind me, I heard Markus utter a small curse, “Oh shit,” Then I hear his footsteps running to one of the shelves and when I turned around, it was just in time to see him reach a tissue box that was placed alongside other tissue boxes. He grabs one and tears through the packaging and hands it over to me. My hands shook as I tried to grab it.

Markus was sweating buckets behind me.Like how I usually did when shopping in bulk, I emptied shelves and dumped baskets of things inside my cart. We scurried through every single aisle. When I go shopping, I usually have work right after, which meant I only had a certain amount of time to do it. Now, however, I had all the time in the world.

The drive back to his apartment was peaceful enough.I was still distraught at the irrelevant fluttering of my heart and I’ve already decided that it was irrelevant, and I would not be paying any sort of attention to it. Markus didn’t look alright either. W