All Chapters of Contracted Husband : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I give him directions to a pharmacy I spot across the street. “I’m going in to grab a few toiletries. I sort of ran out with nothing but the clothes on my back. Thank God I wasn’t wearing pajamas.”“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”Two hours later, I’m sitting comfortably in Nathan ’s living room, staring at the flames dancing in the modern fireplace.“Here.” He offers me a cup of chamomile tea. “Katy says it calms her nerves.”I take it and sip the delicious brew. “Thank you. Being with you calms me too.”He sits beside me, crossing his legs in that casual manner men do, with his ankle over his knee. “I’m sorry that I’ve caused a rift between you two.”“It’s not your fault.” I smile but don’t feel it. “We just need a few days apart to cool down. Then I’ll go back and talk to him.”He frowns. “I know he doesn’t like me, but what spurred this fight?”I peer into my cup, drawing little circles over the rim. “He did a background check on you.”“Ah,” he says, as if that clarifies it all.

We ascend the narrow stairwell and when he opens the steel door, a cool, humid breeze hits my face. Although it’s slightly illuminated by the buildings, moon, and stars all around us, as he promised, all the lights on the deck are off.I go to the edge of the spa and dip a toe. “The water’s warm.” Turning to him, I narrow my eyes. “Were you expecting me?”He drops the towel and grins, exposing his very hard and ready cock. “I was definitely expecting you.”The seats in the hot tub double as steps, and they’re steep. Nathan goes in first, then extends his arm to me. Nervously, and with one last glance at the tall buildings all around us, I drop my towel. Even though I know we’re not easily visible in the dark, we are, in fact, visible. It makes me giddy and wickedly aroused.I take his hand and sink into the rippling hot water. He cups my ass even before my feet touch the bottom, inviting me to straddle him. Which I do because it’s becoming instinctual to wrap my arms and legs around h

I chuckle as I peer into her brilliant blues. “I know patience very well. You, on the other hand, probably can’t even spell the word.” “Yes, I can. F-U-C-K-M-E-N-O-W.” I arch a brow. “Is that how you spell it?” “It doesn’t matter. It’s what I want. Will you give it to me?” “Gladly.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin a moment before I lick it. Natalia moans and writhes beneath me. “Nathan , I need you inside me.” Shit. Her words travel straight to my cock, and I go hard as steel within seconds. I need to be inside her too. Desperately. Just then, her phone, which is sitting on the coffee table, rings. It’s the same tone that’s come in several times since she arrived. One I now recognize and resent. I lift my head to glare at it. “Ignore him,” Natalia says. “I already texted him. He’s just mad I took the tracker off, and he wants to know where I am.” I look at her, stunned. A fucking tracker. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might be

He was here and didn’t wake me? Disappointed, I sag against the cabinet. But for the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the loft is quiet.I look at my watch. It’s six. Part of me wants to call him. Ask him why the hell he didn’t wake me and tell me he’d be leaving again. Then I remember he has no reason to do so. He’s made no commitments to me.My stomach growls and I realize I didn’t have dinner last night. I go in search of something to eat. In the pantry, I find the box of granola cereal he bought just for me and serve myself a bowl.Food in hand, I move to peer out one of the large windows at the city below. A window washer is out there, hard at work, hanging on a Bonsun’s chair.Ottis, reads the embroidered name on his gray uniform. I tap my spoon against the spot in front of him. He makes no sign of hearing it. The glass must be pretty thick, because as busy as the street seems, with bumper-to-bumper traffic, pedestrians, and packed shops, none of the sound reaches the tenth floor.

God. How could I have missed it? Now that he’s standing here in front of me, all darkness and ruthless power, his real name blaring in my head, I can clearly see it. What I’d mistaken for sadness and pain is nothing more than the dangerous aura thrown off by a man born from a merciless world. A member of the deadly Robertson family. “You were taking a nap?” He moves toward the couch, bending over me, his eyes boring into mine as he leans in for a kiss.He tastes different now that I know who he is. Or maybe he’s always tasted like this, but it’s only now that I’m realizing exactly what’s slithering across my tongue. Lethal ruthlessness. And to my utter shame, my body responds to it even more powerfully than it did before.I inhale his scent, moaning as he deepens the kiss, following him upward hypnotically when he breaks it.As if he’s just now noticing, he turns abruptly to the window washer. His eyes narrow, then he looks down at me.“Come,” he says, gripping my wrist and tugging