All Chapters of It Started With A Contract : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Kelvin Mckenna said without looking at her, “This is not going to be done. You can be my secretary or my mistress, but you can't be both. Let's choose."Layla Larson paused, her nimble fingers hovering over the stack of classified papers searching for the contract he'd asked for... His request was out of the sky, and she felt Her breathing seemed to stop.Choose, he said. It's this or that. Kelvin always said exactly what he thought and remembered what he said.In a flash, she saw clearly, what that would be, depending on her answer.If she chose to be his secretary, she wouldn't take any more actions that, to her, could be interpreted as private.She knew Kelvin well, knew his iron will, how he could completely divide his life. His private life has never been drained in business and vice versa.If she chooses to be lover, not mistress, he will certainly provide her completely, and in exchange for that, she must be willing to have sex with him whenever he has the time. . She would ex

Layla can destroy you and the things deep inside you. No one else had ever threatened his defenses, and there were times when he wanted to leave, never to see her again, but he couldn't. He needed her so much and he always struggled to keep her when he realized it.But their arrangement might have allowed him to sleep with her every night and lose himself more and more in her warm, soft body. In bed he could kiss her and run his hands all over her, wrapped in her scent and touching her, to keep her close to him. In bed, she clung to him with indulgence, opening herself up to him whenever he wanted, her hands running over him with soft, daring caresses that made him wild. Once they were together in bed, it seemed like she never stopped touching him, and despite himself, he was infatuated with it. Sometimes all he could do was hold the groan in a strange, not quite physical ecstasy as she kissed, caressed, and cuddled.However, with all that they had actually lived together for two year

When he reached the front door of his apartment, he stood staring at it in confusion, certainly not where he was. When he finally realized, in fact, that he was at his apartment, that he had walked a few miles to get here, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys.The apartment was quiet and smelled musty when he entered, without any sweetness to welcome the presence. Layla was never here, and it showed. He suffered just enough to spend any time here. It was empty darkness, like a tomb, and he was incapable of bringing any light to it. The only light he'd ever known was Layla's light, and he'd shared it too short, then chased her away with unbridled desire. He had never been able to keep his hands off hers. He'd made love to her more than he'd ever thought possible, the man inside him rising unbelievably with sweetness mired inside her and tightening his body to hers. . He got her pregnant and because of it he lost her.What would he do without her? He couldn't function, couldn't find it