All Chapters of The Trillionaire's Contractual Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CLAIRE I tried to refrain from being conscious as Asher stared at me over the table. I noticed that the corner of his lips was tilted in a small smile. With the way he was looking at me, you'd think that I was something that walked out of a dream. My lips parted slightly in surprise. My heart paused, and I didn't exactly know how to react to the way that he was looking at me. I paused and raised an eyebrow at him. “Is there something on my face?” I said, and he smiled, shaking his head silently in response. My gaze traveled down to his food. I noticed he hadn't exactly eaten much, and my brows furrowed as I wondered what could possibly be wrong. I closed my eyes.“You don't like the food. Am I being too much? Did I do something wrong?” I blurted. I was unable to keep the questions at bay anymore. “Don't think too much about it. You didn't do anything wrong,” he said. “Then why do you keep looking at me like I have something on my face?” I said. “You just look... different,’’ he

CLAIRE “I didn't know you could speak Italian. And I don't know you, a friend named Marcella.” I raised an eyebrow at him the minute we stepped inside the confines of the large bedroom. A king-sized bed was situated in the middle of the room, and I noticed how the walls and the shelves were decorated with fascinating antiques, art, and pieces. I think it was something that Asher would like. I wonder if it was part of the reason that he liked to come here. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at me. And even though I could tell that he was exhausted, it did absolutely nothing to temper with his gorgeousness. I guess some human beings were luckier than others. Focus. “Are you mad at me?” He asked. I paused. I tried to navigate my emotions, but I knew that I wasn't angry. Maybe it was because exhaustion was beginning to catch up with me. Maybe it was because I was feeling utterly and completely jetlagged. Who knew? I closed my eyes and sighed. “I'm not upset. I am more tired than u

CLAIRE I watched as Asher's face paled immediately. My eyes fluttered closed as my heart hammered wildly within the confines of my chest. I was confused and frustrated, and I didn't know what to do. I closed my eyes and sighed. My palms were beginning to become sweaty. And my anxiety was angling at me from all corners. I didn't know how he was going to take the news. But even though I tried to convince myself to expect the worst. I just couldn't. I didn't have it in me to face the consequences of keeping the truth away from him. “What are you trying to tell me, princess?” The tone of his voice sounded strained, but I noticed he moved even closer to me. I found myself becoming breathless, and for some reason unknown to me, I couldn't breathe. “I can't give you babies, Asher, I whispered breathlessly. My eyes were beginning to water with tears all over again. I should tell him. I should tell him the whole truth. I could feel a lump forming at the back of my throat when I realized ho

CLAIRE Nothing prepared me for the hard thrust of his length. My breath escaped me. My body was sweaty and sticky with sweat and at this point. It was impossible to focus on anything else but him, on me. My gaze lingered on his sweaty bicep, on how the edges of his face were contorted with pleasure as he moaned my name. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was nearly impossible to concentrate. Each thrust brought me an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Each moment made it difficult, too difficult to recover from the last. He paused to press a soft, sweaty kiss on the inside of my thigh. I shivered. My lips slightly parted at the wave of pleasure that pummeled through me. It was impossible to breathe. It was impossible to become conscious of what was happening. I was running out of my mind. But in a good way. For a brief second, my eyes caught his. And I wondered. I wondered how it was possible for this man to want me so much. I could spot the primal hunger coupled with the love he held for

I felt the soft breeze blow through my hair and once again, I turned to the side to admire the view. I don't think I would be leaving this place anytime soon. I listened to Asher tell me more about his childhood. I listened to him to tell me about how the taste of the food gave him nostalgia. I listened and in some moments, I laughed and he joined in. I wondered if his chest felt airy and light as mine felt. I hoped it did. The next batch of dishes that arrived was chicken wings. Asher wasn't exaggerating when he asked me if I had enough space in my stomach. Fortunately, I wanted to experience the taste of everything that he had told me about. I picked up the nylon gloves that came along with the wings and I wore them. I took a bite. It was different from the other chicken wings I've tasted. And yet it was so delicious that I couldn't get over it. With the way I was eating. I doubted. I would have any space left for dinner. Asher joined in. Conversation flowed. More cocktails were b