Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 17

When consciousness returned to me, I was alone. The bed was empty except for me. My clothes were still thrown all over the floor. I clutched the blanket to my chest, covering my bare body as I sat up in bed.

It took a minute until I realized where I was and what exactly had happened. Once I did, I fell back into the pillows with a big oof. I was still in disbelief over what happened.

My arms were covered in red marks, and I was sure the rest of my body was much the same.

His voice still rang in my ears, my name the last thing I heard as he repeated it over and over before I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

I felt like I had been run over by a truck; there was not a single part of me that wasn’t bruised or aching. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was already well past noon.

I was lucky I had the day off today. I was going to need time to recover.

It took me a while to muster up the strength and energy to get out of bed, take a shower, and peel my clothes off the floor.

Once I was dressed, I headed into the kitchen, my stomach rumbling for sustenance. But it turned out, I didn’t need to.

On the counter sat a simple black mug and three pancakes in an even row on a plate. Butter and syrup had been left out. The apartment was strangely quiet.

I frowned, gazing around the empty apartment in case Damon suddenly showed up to claim the food. With a shrug, I approached, squeezing onto one of the kitchen barstools. There was a note left to the right of the food, and I read it as I took a sip of my cooled coffee.

‘Addie,

I made breakfast and coffee. Have as much as you want. I had to leave on a business trip for a week and a half, but I’ll be back in time to have our wedding. We’ll need to have some kind of ceremony if we want the press to stop being so nosy. Sorry for leaving without telling you, but you were too cute to wake up.

Chapter 17 -Damon’

I nearly choked on my coffee, my face burning bright red at the last words. Cute? Me?

I crumpled the note in my hand and dropped it to the side. I glanced at the pancakes. Topped with strawberries and a dollop of whipped cream.

He really knew me too well. And he thought I was cute. How long had he thought that?

I wasn’t really sure how to feel about everything that had happened. Last night was… impulsive.

Most of it was a blur once I had shut my brain off. All I could remember was the feelings.

It wasn’t bad, though. I thought blushing as I drank the rest of my coffee. Damon knew what he was doing, and while I felt exhausted, I also felt extremely satisfied.

attempt to force myself to stop thinking and sighed, rinsing off the plate and putting it in the sink once I was done.

to grab another cup of coffee from the still-full pot when I spotted. something large and dark moving in the corner

would stop an intruder. The man screamed as soon

I screamed, rounding on the man as I grabbed

protect me.

in defense, the cup still clutched

friend,” he said with his hands. held up

something scary like Cobra or Rocky. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a sci-fi movie, a comic book, or something. He was huge-six feet

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Damon’s friend, what are you doing here?” I asked,

step close to me. His movements were slow and gentle like he was trying not to spook me. I appreciated it, but I also felt like a wild animal he was

while he’s

wide, forgetting that Peter was still very much a stranger

at me, thinking I’d be happy about the

I was not.

of oranges sitting on the counter and threw them at him, one by

He looked like a kicked puppy as he followed me around everywhere but the bathroom. It was

but Peter didn’t seem to mind the slow morning, all

he was dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses, looking

know,” I grumbled,

casino.

fool. “Damon would kill me if I left you alone.”

foot outside, however, I heard the click of a camera. I whirled my

a camera lens in the bushes was all

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the casino, blocking me behind his huge body. I huffed but was secretly glad not to be harassed

the backdoor,” Peter said, seriously.

my car-” I protested as he ushered me through the

pick it up later. I’m taking you back to your house so you can pack,” Peter told me, firmly.

master of his craft. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a serious and hard

as the front, as he led me through the gardens. I didn’t have time to stop and smell the flowers, however as he ushered

the penthouse?” I asked, still not following the logic. My brain was still trying to

he opened the door to the car for me. I got in reluctantly and he shut the door

sunshine, seeming dark and depressing without

as Peter got behind the wheel, I realized his sunny

maniac, going way above the speed limit and taking turns at 50 mph. Enough that I kept sliding around in the backseat, hitting wall to wall until I had the