Semua Bab The Merciless Billionaire's Contract Marriage : Bab 51 - Bab 60

AIDEN'S POV She tried to challenge me with deep thoughts, which made her cute enough to want. But honestly, I didn’t need much reason to want her. I often thought about what her pussy tasted like. After the card game on the ranch, I licked my fingers, and her scent alone made me incredibly turned on. “It’s okay if you don’t want to take any chances,” she said, about to put the contract back in her bag. “There’s no such thing as a soul,” I said flatly. “In that case, I’d like to buy yours,” she said. “How did it end on that TV show?” I leaned back and twirled my cigar. “Billions?” She looked puzzled. “The girl who thinks like you signed the contract, showing she really didn’t believe in her soul.” “Amateur mistake.” I held my cigar with my teeth and used my hands to adjust the necklace around my wife’s neck so the clasp wouldn’t show. “The first rule in business is supply and demand. You put a price on something based on how others see it. My beliefs don’t matter. You think so

AIDEN'S POV One reason I really liked Aurora was because she had very good manners. She stood up, gave a friendly smile, and held out her hand to my enemy, even though she didn’t have to. “Aurora King. Nice to meet you.” “Herold Landon, and this is my wife, Morgana. I think you’ve already met my sons, Tinder and Tree.” “They made quite an entrance.” Aurora laughed and gently brushed Tinder’s wet hair out of his face. Don’t touch his kid. “I’m bored. Can you play with me, princess?” Tinder pulled on my wife’s dress, still wet from the champagne he made her spill. I wasn’t jealous of a five-year-old. I really wasn’t. Even if the way my wife looked at him made me annoyed. “This place is boring, huh?”. She then winked at him like they shared a secret. “ So, let’s go find something fun and exciting to do.” “No, thank you. We still need to say hi to some people.” Morgana pulled her kids closer. She was having a hard time keeping them still. She looked plain, especially next to my

AIDEN'S POV She turned pale under her makeup and stepped back, almost falling. I reached out, grabbed her arm, and helped her stand. And still maintained the polite smile on my face to onlookers. "That’s what I thought. If you tell anyone that my wife visited her old grandmother in law, I’ll make sure everyone in America finds out your husband cheats on you. Have a good night, Mrs. Landon." "Aurora will sleep at my house tonight. No need to stop at her apartment," I told my driver as we got into the back of the car. Aurora took off her high heels with a happy sigh then leaned her head against the cool leather seat, too tired to talk about what just happened. She had danced with every important man at the party tonight. She was passed from one man to another, like a shiny toy. Everyone wanted to see the woman who had won over The Villain. Since most people had stopped trying to talk to me, Flower Girl was the next best thing. "Looks like you’re starting to like me," she said,

AIDEN'S POV It felt nice. “Now show me why you moved far away from your exes. What kind of wild things did you do with them?” I asked. Then without waiting for an answer, Aurora grabbed my hand and dragged me to the hallway, looked around and waited for me to lead the way to my bedroom. I did even though I knew she snooped around my house when I wasn’t home. I saw it on the cameras when Petar gave her a tour. I closed the door and locked it, just to be sure. She stood in front of me, slowly sliding off her dress and letting it fall to the floor like soft snow then grabbed my hand and placed it gently on the front of her pale neck. "Is this what you like?" she asked. Her chest moved fast with her quick breaths, and her eyes were full of excitement. "You did this that day… that time…” The day I threw her out, screaming. “Or…” She moved my hand down her body to her backside and slid it between her cheeks. “Maybe this? I don’t mind doing things with you, Aiden. I’ll do anything, a

AIDEN'S POV "Gladly. You’re excused. Have been for the six minutes since we finished," I said, waving her away. Her breasts looked amazing, especially when she suddenly stood up. They were full and shaped like pears, with pink nipples that looked like tiny diamond studs. My wife picked up her dress from the floor and put it back on, shaking her head. “Petar will call the driver for you,” I said, putting the cigar between my lips and texting my estate manager while she shoved her feet into those awful Manolo Blahnik heels that always gave her blisters. “Screw you, Aiden.” “Sure. How about tomorrow? I’m free at lunch. If that doesn’t work, you’ll have to wait until I get home around nine-thirty.” She didn’t answer. Just turned around and marched toward the door. She stopped at the door, her hand on the wall, and looked back at me over her thin shoulder. “I’m just like you, you know.” “Highly doubt it,” I said, not looking up from my phone and already replying to an email from m