All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contract Fiancee: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sebastian grabbed a shirt and yanked it down his head angrily as if forcing himself to calm down. A few meters away, in his living room was the woman he had made a damned deal with, and fuck if he didn't regret it already. He hadn't paid attention. Okay, perhaps that was a lie. He had paid attention to her. Right from when they met. Ava was beautiful, he had to be blind not to see it. But he had been too pissed the first time they met to really ponder over her beauty. Hers was the type of beauty that slowly grew on you. With every look, every arch, every swipe of her hand, every sound that slipped from her mouth, he became more and more aware of how exotic her features were- and how much he liked them. "Fool," he whispered to himself as he stalked towards the door. He couldn't have her. She had grown attached to him right from when he saved her life. Women like her were like remora fishes. If he showed her just a bit of attention, she could do the utmost absurd thing of all times.

“O.M.freaking G!" Kim screeched when she and Ava pulled up before the building Sebastian had urged her to move into. Forced her more likely. “This is where we’re staying?! No fucking way!”“You can move back home if you want to.” Ava teased, stepping out of the car. True to his word Sebastian had sent a driver to pick her and Kim up from their old home. Kim had refused to go to college, eager to see what kind of home the "hot as hell”- Kim’s words, not hers- billionaire had for them.It was a freaking skyscraper. One of the best palaces owned by Bancroft himself. Olympia. Ava had only read about such a beautiful place that the media claimed to be so regal, you would feel like you were in a freaking fantastical world. Just staring at the glass panes that caught the light from the early morning sun, Ava already felt that way. This all had to be a dream, She sure as heck wasn’t standing before an expensive as-hell skyscraper, while the movers hauled her tiny luggage into the building wi

Sebastian swerved into the car park of Le Mignon restaurant, one of the best steak restaurants in New York City. At least according to his taste. He was an avid lover of meat and thoroughly enjoyed the way the chefs in Le Mignon prepared theirs. It was a few minutes to six. He would bet his entire company that the paparazzi was somewhere around, ready to record the events of his date with Ava. Exactly why he had sent his assistant to help her dress up for the event. Ava cleaned up quite well, but she was naïve when it came to recent dresses and the trends of celebrities. Heck, he was certain that whatever dress she would have picked would probably be a copy of one a celebrity had worn sometime ago. He could not have that. As his wife-to-be, pretend or not, she was supposed to always appear flawless in public. He could only hope that his goal would be achieved. Stepping out of the car, dressed immaculately in a three-piece navy blue suit, he whipped his phone out to call his assista

Already? Sebastian wanted to say, his eyes dropping into a frown. He was having fun. He didn't want to leave yet. "Maybe after another story about Kim?" He asked, hoping she would take the bait and tell him some more.His shoulders drooped when she shook her head and leaned forward to whisper. "I think I'm drunk." Drunk? She was just on her third glass! Damn, he'd chosen a light weight. He would have to watch out for that whenever they attended events together. He couldn't have his fiancee getting tipsy and blurting out to the entire world that their engagement was a fake. That would sooner kill him than death itself. "Okay," he whispered in reply and rose to his feet, holding out a hand. Ava took it with a giggle and held on to him as tightly as possible. Together, they walked out of the restaurant and slipped into his car. "How…" hiccup. "How did I do?" Ava asked when Sebastian got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. "Good Ava." He replied. "You did good…" Whate

Sebastian did not contact her the next day. Ava felt stupid staring at the phone, hoping and waiting for his call. She had considered calling him when she woke that morning but she had reasoned he was probably already at work. ​He definitely would not want to be disturbed. Besides if she called him, he might think she was only doing so to confirm if the deal between them remained valid- Which was exactly why she wanted to call. It sounded like a bad idea, however. Either that or she was simply being chicken. Sighing deeply, Ava pushed the phone aside and turned her attention to the broth cooking on the electric stove. It had been a long long while since she made any delicacies and considering she had no job; for now, since Sebastian had asked her to give up the gigs she did because they would embarrass him; cooking had seemed like a great way to while away time. And to stop herself from storming into Kim’s room and giving her a tongue-lashing. The crazy girl had stolen her car out o