All Chapters of THE CEO’s CONTRACT SUGAR BABY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CONTD: HI GUYS! QUICK NOTE: FROM THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE LEXIE’S LIFE WITHOUT DAMIAN. BUT I WOULD BE SURE TO ADD GLIMPSES FROM DAMIAN’S PERSPECTIVE TOO. ENJOY! I boarded the bus to Jenny’s place; I found a seat by the window. As the bus rumbled down the street, I leaned my head against the cold glass. My heart was heavy with the weight of the decision I made. I didn’t want to leave, but Damian didn’t care about me. He never showed me respect, but rather just saw me as a means to fulfil his needs. Why was I even complaining? It was clearly stated in the contract that I would satisfy him sexually, and it wasn’t like I signed it with a gun to my head anyways, and I enjoyed it too. Despite my intentions to be more than just a contract wife, he wanted nothing to do with me. I had made him so irritated that he tore up our contract; never in my life had I imagined that this would happen. Damian would let me go? I would have laughed in the face of anyone who told me that. I ex

DAMIAN’S POV I stood in the middle of the room, a glass of cognac in my hand. This was where she used to sleep, where I could hear her giggling at God knows what, how I’d peep in to check on her when she was fast asleep, the usual way she wraps herself in the blanket and curl almost into a ball like a baby. Lexie, I tried to inhale her scent one last time, because I didn’t think I was going to go look for her; it wasn’t my thing. I don’t run to women; they run to me. at least, she used to. I could clearly see the admiration in her eyes anytime she looked at me, with those pretty eyes and small smile that seemed wide enough to make everything feel better. But what could I have done then? Having noticed those things. Her scent was gone; the daily cleaners had come through, scrubbing away every trace of her presence, which was actually on my orders. Now, the room smelt of expensive soap wash and air freshener, a constant and sterile reminder of her absence. I squeezed m

*************** “Congratulations! You’re four weeks pregnant!” Jenny read aloud from the paper, and she paused in shock; her eyes darted to where I sat on the couch. My hands shook. Landon was beside me, and he was torn between confusion and concerns. He had been the one I fell into his arms at the coffee shop; I was lucky to have bumped into him again. He had saved me twice now, the club and the coffee shop. I should have known the morning sickness, the nausea, and little spotting I found on my underwear. They all pointed to the truth, but I never in a lifetime even imagined being pregnant for him. The words felt like I was being sentenced to death; they sounded heavy and suffocating. “This is bad, Lexie.” Jenny finally found the words to say; her voice was filled with uttermost worry. She was scared, but I wanted her to open and swallow me whole. “You think I don’t know that?” I snapped; the panic in my voice was clear. How could this happen? I mean, I knew how it happene

DAMIAN’S POV I sat in my office as I stared down at the stack of documents in front of me. There were contracts to approve, decisions to make—things that usually commanded my full attention. But as I read them, the words seemed like mere alphabets to me. Particularly because my attention wasn’t there, no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting back to the one woman who can make me feel that way... Lexie…. Her name echoed in my thoughts, a constant distraction that I couldn’t seem to shake off. I have been trying to keep her out of my head for weeks, telling myself that it was over and that whatever we had didn’t matter anymore. But did we even have anything at first? Apart from the contract and the sex? She wanted more; I knew that, but I couldn’t give her what she wanted. But every time I closed my eyes, it was her face I saw, her voice I heard. It was starting to drive me insane! Just then, the door to my office opened, and Cassie walked in. I barely even r

DAMIEN’S POV Time had flown by so fast, I wondered where it was running. Two years, and all I did was focus on work. I had put all my might into the company, so much that I got home late at night and still woke up early in the morning to drink whisky instead of coffee. I fell sick actually, and I was down bad. But I still got out of bed when I wasn’t supposed to; I couldn’t be contained in one particular space. The nurse assigned to me had been so stressed, Valerie had to move in for a while. Only she could partially handle my tantrums and disobedience of doctors orders. I didn’t attend a lot of parties; I attended more business-related events. But Dante came back to stay permanently in New York, and he made sure he dragged me down to the club on most nights. So having mindless sex was also included in my two years. But they were never good; none of the girls could be as good as Lexie. The soft chime of the bell above the door greeted us as Valerie and I walked into the