All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Ex: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ONIKA’S POVNathan was doting on me. Again.And it was… weird.I sat on the couch in the living room, wrapped in a thick blanket, while Nathan fussed over me like I was hit by a truck. There was a cup of tea in my hands this morning as I stared down at the contents in the cup.This was not the man I had known five years ago. That man had been cold, ruthless, and indifferent to my pain. But this Nathan? He was watching me like I was the most fragile thing in the world.“Drink it while it’s still warm,” he urged softly, kneeling in front of me so that he could get a better look at me.I hesitated before taking a sip, my throat dry. Of course he'd make chamomile tea. I wasn’t even sure if I liked chamomile tea, but it was clear he had made it with care.Nathan smiled at me, his eyes searching my face like he was waiting for approval. When I didn’t say anything, he let out a dramatic sigh and sat onto the couch beside me."You know, this is really unfair," he muttered, stretching his leg

ONIKA'S POVI had my phone hoisted up against my dresser so that Laura who was intent on eating a tub of ice cream could check my outfit before I went out.“That'd practically too flashy” She complained as I twirled for her to see.With a roll of my eyes, I sighed. “I'm beginning to think that you're after me or something, that's the ninth dress that you've found a fault in, in case if you don't know, I'm not exactly packing much to wear” I complained, going around to grab another shirt which I placed over this one so I could look at it in the mirror.“That wardrobe is definitely not empty” she pointed behind me and I turned around to look at the black wardrobe that had already been here when I came. I was sure there were clothes in it but a part of me didn't want to open it and pick anything from it.With a roll of the eyes, a bit more evidently now, I looked back at my camera. “Yeah smart ass, it's not empty. I haven't looked in it though but I think Nathan had someone pick them out

ONIKA’S POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink as if that would somehow help me make sense of the situation.One bed.One freaking bed.Nathan was in the room just outside this door, probably already making himself comfortable while I stood here like an idiot, debating whether I should just tell him to take the floor. That would make the most sense, right?But then my mind—stupid, traitorous thing it was—reminded me of something I had no business remembering.Nathan had a low resistance to cold.I squeezed my eyes shut, cursing myself for knowing that tiny, insignificant detail. Why did I even remember that? It wasn’t my job to care. It shouldn’t be my job to care.And yet, I did.I hated myself for it, but I knew if I forced him to sleep on the floor, he’d probably wake up sick. The couch wasn’t much better. It was one of those decorative, rock-hard things meant to look nice, not actually be used.That left me with only one alternative.I could tak

ONIKA'S POVI felt his hand release our intertwined hands to gently fondle my breasts, flicking my hardened nipples, eliciting a moan from me.“You like that?” He whispered huskily, his breathing ragged as he gently pressed a kiss down my bare chest, each press of his cold lips against my skin making my core clench around nothing.Fuck, I wanted him so bad.“Yes…” I breathed out, struggling to keep my gaze on him as he kissed down to my breasts, his hand ghosting over my boobs and it was safe to say that I wanted nothing more but to feel his mouth on them.As though he could hear my thoughts, His lips wrapped around my nipple again, sucking softly, the warm feeling of his mouth wrapped around my breasts making me let out a strangled moan that sounded like a cross between a moan and a plea. "God, Onika," He mumbled, his voice low and gravelly. "You taste so good." His hand slid down my stomach slowly, making me shiver. "Spread your legs baby,”He gently pulled down my trousers, throwi

ONIKA'S POVNathan must have seen the way my face paled because the smile on his face wiped away and was replaced by a more serious expression."Who's that?" He asked, his voice soft as he nodded to my phone.Almost instinctively, I clutched the phone to my chest, looking up at him. "Just a few friends... I uh... Should go take a shower before the driver gets here..." I straightened up, determined to keep my face impassive.Nathan looked like he was almost about to call me out on my lie and argue with me but then he stopped and nodded, like he had accepted defeat and didn't want to push me further than I wanted to tell him.Why didn't I want to tell him? It wasn't like I had anything going on with Kent but a small part of me still felt guilty because I knew that despite how Kent acted, he cared and he would be disappointed if he found out that I had forgiven Nathan and even gotten back together with him. Fuck.I had not spoken to Kent in a while now since I got back from Barcelona. He