All Chapters of A Billion-dollar Marriage Contract: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He stopped, his green eyes darkened as he and peered intently at me. His brows drew together as a look of puzzlement crossed his face. He shot me a quizzical look and said, "I don't get what you mean by that?."I let out a sigh and looked down at my feet. A moment passed by before I looked up at him again."Chloe...explain what you mean by—" he started but I cut him off."I'm not Chloe. Don't call me that. I know you are confused and I'm going to explain.""Then start explaining!." "Yesterday morning, we found a note in Chloe's room. She...she left. She didn't want to get married to you so she disappeared. My family had to keep their own end of the bargain so I had no choice but to get married to you." He had a blank stare on his face like he was trying to process all I had said. His brows knitted together."So at the altar, that wasn't Chloe?." He asked and I shook my head."No, that was me. I'm Lesley.""And at the park. The conversation, the kiss..." he trailed off."That was al

Rays of sunlight peeked in through the windows, disturbing my much needed sleep. It was the first good sleep I've had since I moved in with Chris. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost seven o'clock and school starts by 8 am.Hesitantly I crawled out of my bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom. I started with brushing my teeth. When I was done with that I washed my hair with my favorite vanilla shampoo before taking a quick shower. Thirty minutes later I was done and dressed for school. I was wearing a long sleeved black dress that reached just mid thigh. I paired that with black wedged sandals. I sat in front of my makeup table and did my daily minimal makeup which consisted of just mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. I have always wished I could do my makeup like those girls on the cheerleading team who look like they had just walk out of a model shoot but well, I was good at many things but makeup isn't one of them. When I was sure that I looked good enoug

A few days has passed and not much has changed in the house. Chris and I rarely see eye to eye and even when we do, we always argue about something. It was a Saturday morning. I had woken up earlier than I used to on a weekend. It was probably because I haven't gotten used to living in this house yet. I walked up to the balcony that was attached to myroom and took in the fresh morning air. Mist drowned everything in it and made my surroundings look cold and dreary, almost lifeless. Every day I wake up to hope that something would change about the place, that something miraculous would happen and I'd finally learn to accept the place as my new home, but it didn't. The mansion still had that foreign feeling that didn't want to accept me. Probably because I wasn't a true Storms.The sound of tyres screeching made me jump and I looked down to see Chris's Tesla coming inside the gates. I didn't even realize that he had been out all night. I gazed down at the white vehicle, waiting for

The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. Andreas and I had been in the living room, watching tv for the longest hours before I decided to retire to my room. I was scrolling through Chloe's page on Instagram checking to see if there was any new post or comment on her page. There was none. I opened my messages and clicked on Zach's name."Hey Zach." I had texted. My finger hovered above the send button as I contemplated whether or not to click on it. I decided not to as I didn't want to bother him. He had told me not to contact him and I was trying to respect that. Since our break up, I had only run into him once in the hallway. I remember that I had stopped and waited, I didn't know whether or not to say hi or wave at him. Zach on the other hand didn't pay me a second glance, he didn't acknowledge or even try to say hi to me. I knew then that he meant it when he had said he wouldn't acknowledge me if he ever saw me again and that I should bother to either. I cried for minutes

His lips were soft, so soft that I wondered how a man could have lips as soft as that. One strong hand was placed behind my head, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. I was ecstatic, I never wanted him to stop. It was different, a lot different from any of the kisses I had ever shared with anyone else. Shamelessly I let my hands wander under his sweatshirt, feeling his rock-hard body. Ever since that day, I saw him come back from his morning run shirtless. I had wanted to feel those beautiful well-toned abs of his. Run my hands over it and then lick his smooth chest skin. His body was warm, so warm against my hands that I dreaded ever pulling them out again. He forced my mouth open even wider before plunging his tongue into my mouth, seeking mine. And without wasting much time, I let him find it. His tongue stroked and massaged mine. Good God I never want this to end. I want to do this every fucking day. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and the heat of wants to consume m