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

Chapter 78

It was true when they said all you needed to do was breathe different air and all your problems would disappear. That was what I was feeling about Paris.

Being in this city was like being transported to a different reality. All my cares and worries had been cast to the side for the time being and I simply existed in this space with just Damon and L.

Sitting in a small little cafe drinking hot chocolate and eating croissants seemed like such an everyday thing for most of the people there. But for me, it was this whole different experience.

I sipped on my hot chocolate and moaned, rehshing its sweet taste.

“You weren’t moaning like that when I woke you up this morning.”

Iblushed “Damon

He smirked “Do you know. I love it when your cheeks go all pink with embarrassment? It’s the cutest thing I have ever seen.” “I love that seeing me squirm makes me happy.”

He leaned over the table to whisper in my ear. “Doesn’t just make me happy. It turns me on, wife,”

“Stop it I laughed, playfully smacking his arm. “We are in a public place, husband”

This is France, mon cherie. This place is made for lovers.” He winked, “I’m sure if I spread you bare on the table right now these people wouldn’t even bat an eye.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Is that a challenge?” He cocked an eyebrow waiting for me. “Because you know I’m always up for a good challenge, my love.”

One thing I had learned over these months of being married to him was that the man was true to his word. If he said that he wanted to take me over his lap, he would. If he said that he would book out an entire restaurant just so we could have sex on the table, he would. So I knew damn well that he was very serious about this too.

can’t we just keep it PG in public?” I groaned

know I sounded like I was complaining but we both knew how much I loved this side of him. He pushed me out of my comfort zone constantly and never once had I regretted it. The man always found ways

and I’m ready to

turn it down a notch,

night in LA He wagged his eyebrows which

it any other way. He lit up

we do

lady. Whatever your

came

a pasta–making class, to which I smashed and my husband butchered but that was to be expected. The man burnt water

was taking me on

all by ear. But this had been the one thing that he wanted full control over. And with our time in Paris coming to a close soon enough, it was perfect. “Now we can put this on.” He blindfolded me as we sat in the back of

think you may have just

the back of my hand, holding

had told him I was having a bad day. Or the bubble bath he

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loud, like the necklace I wore around my neck tonight. It was by far the most extravagant gift he had given me

little while longer until we came

what sounded like a gravel path. As we drew down this path I could hear the gentle strumming of violins. The melody

so nervous. It was just date night. We had many of those in the past. But something about this man always gave me butterflies.

the blindfold came down to reveal a table surrounded by roses and candles. To the far left there was the violin quartet that was strumming the same song I

it dawned on me where

“You didn’t.”

historical sight and I

I do