All Chapters of A Contract with the Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia sat on the bed, all dressed up in a casual outfit of jeans and a corset top with her feet adorned in heeled slippers. Her hair was slicked back into a low ponytail with a neat middle part, and her makeup was done with soft pastel colors. She stared at her phone screen, reading the simple message James had sent her repeatedly. It read, Meet me at De Prime. Although she was all set to leave, she still couldn’t help second-guessing her decision to see him for the first time after their sad breakup. She hadn’t been expecting his call the previous day when he’d asked to meet. She thought James would hate her guts after the way she’d left him and had thrown his feelings at his face but as usual, the lovely man still wanted to be friends with her. But she can’t help wondering if she’d be able to stand his presence knowing she’d been the one to hurt him. The more she stared at the text, the more she questioned herself, her anxiety and nervousness peaking. While still staring at the t

Amelia remained quiet thereafter as he went to work, scrubbing her entire body clean until he was satisfied. He rinsed off the soap with the cold water before turning off the shower. Afterward, he wrapped one of the fluffy white towels hanging on the towel rack around her and dried her up. But it wasn’t enough. Amelia was so cold at this point that her entire being was trembling and her teeth were clattering badly. Guilt struck Ryan, seeing how much she was shivering that he feared she might catch a cold. Hastily, he carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom, where he turned on the heater to warm her up. He wrapped his arms tightly around her body which was now covered in a robe while he remained naked. He still hadn’t forgiven her for hanging out with her ex-boyfriend, but her punishment could come later. And again, he had to make sure she was fine to take whatever he’d ditch out to her.For the next few minutes, they remained in that position with Amelia pressed against him,

The bright light of day streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows filled the room, accompanied by rays of sunlight that fell into Amelia’s eyes the moment she opened them for the first time that morning.She stretched her limbs on the king-sized bed, letting out a deep sigh of contentment. She tried to recall what day it was and just like that, the memories of the previous day, consisting of her friendly date with James and Ryan’s punishment flooded her head. Immediately, she shot up to a sitting position, her eyes widening in horror as realization dawned on her.She’d told Ryan she was his.Panic hit her, recalling how hard he’d strung her body until she had no option but to say the words. In the midst of her perturbation, she felt a thrill run down her body making her legs press together and once again reminding her of how deliciously sore she was. Her lower stomach curled in pleasure and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping her lips.How was she eve

Amelia was dressed in a little black dress and seven inches heels, standing before the full-length mirror in the bedroom with a frown on her face. Much to her disapproval, Ryan had made her dress up for the fundraiser. Just to try and hide her appearance from the watchful eyes of the paparazzi, she’d let down her long hair, styling it to fall down the sides of her face to her shoulders and down her back.Ryan, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo, came up behind her, circling her waist with his arms and pushing some of her hair out of his way to expose her shoulders to him. Leaning down, he pressed his lips firmly to her soft spot, biting down on it until she let out a squeal.“Relax, Princess. You’ll be alright,”“It’s easy for you to say when you won’t be the prey of the gossip-hungry paparazzi,” she spat out in irritation.Ryan heaved a distressful sigh. He’d gone over this with her for the entire week but she still wouldn’t let it go. He needed his assistant by his side and he’d be damn

The next morning saw Ryan at his parent's home, walking through the door into the living room to see his mom there, with a warm smile on her face. But it did nothing to ease the ball of dread and anxiety that had settled deep in the pit of his stomach from the moment he received his father's call the previous night.Clifford Davidson rarely called him for anything other than to know the progress of the family business. For him to call him for breakfast at home, meant he had something serious to discuss, and Ryan sure as hell knew it had to deal with his unmarried state.Truly, he wasn’t impressed by his parent's involvement in his personal life but all thanks to the family he came from, there was nothing like privacy. From a very young age, one's life was discussed and tabled publicly for the entire extended family to have an opinion and that would soon be the case for him if he’s unable to do the right thing and take off the pressure from his parents.His thirtieth birthday was in a