All Chapters of The Billionaire Playboy's Contract Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

||||||||"I always thought that you and Dave were endgame." I paused tying the bow for my brother. "I also thought for a moment there that you were marrying Xander because of me, because of some deal that the two of you had struck up to save my ass."I tried to remain as passive as I could. My brother, despite being a genius, had the emotional range of a caterpillar. There was no way he could call my lie. But that did not mean that I would be arrogant enough to play right into his hands."And now your notion has changed?" I asked him as I fixed his tie and stepped back, running my palms down his suit to brush out the non-existent creases. I smiled up at him, "You look so handsome, Skylar Sterling.""I would never come close to in terms of looks, Riv." He winked and his expression became somber again. "And yes, I have changed my notion."I quirked an eyebrow. "And why is that?" I asked, sounding as playful as I could with all the knots in my stomach."You look happy with him." He smile

|||||||“What do you mean I can’t go home tonight?” I glared at my grandfather and my best friend. “What we just said.” Grandpa rolled his eyes. “It is not good for the groom and the bride to be together the day before their wedding.” “What kind of bullshit is that?” I rolled my eyes. “We live together. What difference does one night make?” Peter smirked. “That’s what we are trying to say as well, Xandy boy. You both are practically attached at the hips. What difference does it make if you two don’t see each other for one night. Can’t go one day without sleeping with your bride?” Grandpa struck his calf with his cane, making the idiot hop around on one leg cursing. “I said sleep. As in sleep sleep. Get your head out of the gutter, old man!” He bellowed. Grandpa scoffed. “I know exactly what you meant, you little shit. Wait till Xandy settles down, my next target is you. I am going to get both of you unbroken stallions chained up.” I rolled my eyes again. My grandfather was talki

||||||I glared at Peter. He looked like he was having the time of my life as I rang River for the nth time. I was starting to get ready. What if she got cold feet and made a run for it? “Relax, brother.” He laughed at my expense as he fixed my bow. “She has gotten into the car and is on her way. Henry is driving her and he said she looked like an angel.” I grunted. I knew she looked like an angel. We had done the dress shopping together and I had made a point to be there at the final fitting so that I could show everyone in the world how attentive of a fiance I was. I was yet to see her with her hair and face done though. I could not be there because her bridesmaids had arrived by then and they would not let me sit in on the trial day. Honestly, they were such a pain in the asses. I don’t know how my very rational and reasonable fiance became friends with them. Fiance. Not for long. I looked at my watch. It was nine-thirty.The wedding ceremony began at ten. It was going to

|||||“How much longer do we have to stay here for?” Xander had a scowl on his face as he took a sip of his champagne. I rolled my eyes. “How does it matter?” “Well, only if we finish off the useless business here can we get to the actual and entertaining part of tonight.” His eyes twinkled deviously as he leaned closer to my ear. “You have no idea what all I have planned out for tonight.” He smirked at my narrowed eyes as he took another sip of his drink. “I am on my periods.” I blurted out. Xander choked on his champagne, making me burst out laughing. “No, you are not!” He scowled at me. “How is that possible?” “I know right?” I rolled my eyes. “How is it possible that a woman in a reproductive age group bleeds once a month?” “But your last period was less than a month ago.” He grunted. My eyes widened when he pulled out his phone and opened his calendar, where the asshole had gone and marked my freaking period!“Xandy!” I glared at him. “What?” He shrugged. “Some people w

“Are we really not having sex tonight?” I asked as I took off my shirt, watching her pull out probably the fiftieth pin from her hair. She turned to give me a glare before going back to the task at hand. “Xandy, I am tired. Exhausted. I would like to rest before the flight tomorrow morning.” She said. I rolled my eyes. We both knew the reason behind her refusal to have sex with me tonight. I found it illogical and hypocritical. But what I found even more ridiculous was me trying to change her mind. If she doesn't want to have sex with me, then she is missing out. What the hell am I doing coaxing her like some desperate fool?She groaned, tipping the tray of hairpins off the vanity table and onto the carpeted floor. Luckily the ceramic tray didn't break. She swore as she got off the chair, bunching her skirt up as she tried to bend down to retrieve the scattered pins. “I will get them.” I sighed as I walked over, crouching down in front of her to pick up pin by pin. She plopped