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.

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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.

thinking and sighed, rinsing off the plate and putting it

grab another cup of coffee from the still-full pot when I spotted. something

stop an intruder. The man screamed as soon as I did and somehow

out!” I screamed, rounding on the man as I grabbed the coffee pot like it was

protect me.

in defense,

said with his hands. held up in surrender. The man before me did not look like a Peter.

just stepped out of a sci-fi movie, a comic book, or something. He was huge-six feet six at least,

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

to me. His movements were slow and gentle like he was trying not to spook me. I appreciated it, but I

an ex-marine.” Peter explained, slowly. “Damon sent me to watch over you while he’s gone.

still very much a stranger as I set down the coffee pot with an incredulous look.

happily. He smiled at me, thinking I’d be happy about the

I was not.

don’t need a bodyguard!” I grabbed the basket of oranges sitting on the counter and threw them at him, one

as he followed me around

leave the house, but

dressed in a black suit

you know,” I grumbled, unhappily as we left

casino.

a mad fool. “Damon would kill me if I left

As soon as I took a single foot outside, however, I heard the click of a camera. I whirled my head around looking

lens in the bushes was all I saw before

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arm and pulled me back into the casino, blocking me behind his huge body. I huffed but was secretly

backdoor,” Peter

he ushered

back to your house so you can pack,”

a master of his craft. His smile had disappeared,

backdoor, still as fancy as the front, as he led me through the gardens. I didn’t have time to stop and

I going to be staying in the penthouse?” I asked, still not following the logic. My brain was

to the car for me.

hint of sunshine,

his sunny disposition was just a cover

that I kept sliding around in the backseat, hitting wall to wall until I had the sense