All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ONIKA'S POVThroughout the drive home, I couldn't stop stealing glances at the bike that Damien was riding alongside my car.Apparently he was not to be riding in the car with me but following me about like a stalker.Nice one Nathan.When I took a look at Damien, I knew he was just in his early 30s judging by the still youthful face despite the way he seemed to frown most of the times.When I pulled up in front of the house, he also stopped his bike right beside my car, quickly unmounting his motorcycle before opening my car door for me.“Thank you” I muttered, not sure what else I was supposed to say.He nodded and straightened up. “You may go back inside for the night. Good night” he said not bothering to look at me.Typical.I bade him a small goodbye before walking into the house. If I was gonna be stuck here for a while with him, I had to least get along with him even if he looked like he would rather not be here at all.I was beginning to wonder why he was, there was nothing el

ONIKA'S POVThe next morning, I was sitting in front of my mirror, staring at myself in it.Fuck. What was I doing?I rubbed at my face and sighed, grabbing my phone off the table to text Laura. “Hey”It was still really early in the morning so I could guess that she wasn't up yet so I decided to text Kent too. “Hey. Good morning”I dropped my phone to the table after that. I had a lot of work to do in the office today so I had to go earlier than intended.Grabbing my scrunchie off the table, I pulled my hair into a messy bun so I could start getting ready for my day.All through when I was getting ready, I couldn't help but picture the look on Nathan's face at the bowling game last night. It still unnerved me, the way he kept his gaze on me and refused to look away all through unless he wanted to do something. What was he looking for? Did he see through me? Did he know why I was here in his house? No, if he did, he would have confronted me and who would have even told him that anyway

REGINA'S POV A few minutes ago, when I had arrived at the bitch’s place of work, I had run into a huge handsome man at the door, his face set into a deep scowl when he saw me. “Can I help you?” He had asked, his eyebrow raised while he looked me over like I was something dirty. “Yes,” I said haughtily. “Who are you?” I eyed him. “The person who's gonna be throwing you out if you don't state who you are and why you're here,” he said coldly. I wanted to retort with something witty but the look on his face made me know that he meant business and he would throw me out if I tried any jokes on him. What an insult. “My name is Regina, and I'm here to see your boss.” I managed to get my words out as calmly as possible, my heels tapping against the floor as I waited impatiently for him to say something. “I'm gonna need something to confirm your identity,” he suddenly said, and I almost lost it on the spot. “Don’t you know the name Regina?” I asked in disbelief at the sheer audacity of

ONIKA'S POVI was dizzy with excitement and nervousness. I didn't know what to expect from this but I knew I couldn't blow it up or I'd end up losing the one person who could impact my project immensely.I had immediately informed the staff in my office that we would be having a very important guest and I had pleaded with Laura to wait for me if she could.She had just told me to focus on my work first and she didn't mind the waiting.With that settled, I walked back into my office, my palms sweaty as I sat back on my table, my gaze fixed on the laptop screen in front of me yet my mind couldn't stop going back to the fact that I had managed to bag a meeting with Mr Sam Damon.Damien was still standing at my door but I had informed him that I would run late at the office because the meeting would probably take some time. I had calculated everything, he would ask some questions and If I flopped, he wouldn't want to invest in my company's project so that explained why I was a total mess

ONIKA'S POV“Seriously?” I called out as soon as I entered the house that night, my eyes wide as it landed on Nathan who was sitting on the couch, a cup on a saucer in his hand as he looked up at me.“You're quite late” he muttered, looking at me silently.I scoffed at his words and went to sit, kicking my shoes off. “Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Mr McAlison. Since when did you start to control when I came home?” U spat out.He raised a brow and looked down at his cup. “Mr McAlison?” He asked, his tone low.“Yes! That's not even the point!” I glared at him. “That's not what I meant and you know it. Let's just get this straight, you don't get to tell me when to come home”He seemed to be brooding over something, his finger lightly tapping the rim of the cup, his gaze fixed on it before he finally spoke. “If you didn't want to come home. You could have just let Damien know”That elicited a laugh from me and I ran a hand through my hair. “Seriously? Have you seen that man?! I'm not