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.

stop thinking and sighed, rinsing

cup of coffee from the still-full pot when I spotted. something large and dark moving

my hand at the figure as if that would stop an intruder. The

on the man as I grabbed the coffee pot like it was going

protect me.

man raised his hands in defense, the cup

his hands. held up in surrender. The man before me

be named 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 six at least, and I probably weighed the same

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friend, what are you doing here?” I

taking a step close to me. His movements were slow and gentle like he was trying not to spook

to watch over you while he’s

wide, forgetting that Peter was still very much a stranger as I set down

smiled at me, thinking I’d

I was not.

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

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

time I was ready to leave the house, but Peter didn’t seem to mind the slow morning, all smiles and happy

dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses, looking like

go home, you know,” I grumbled, unhappily as we left

casino.

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

breath. As soon as I took a single foot outside, however, I heard

the bushes was all I saw

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blocking me behind his huge body. I huffed but was secretly glad not

backdoor,” Peter said, seriously.

as he ushered me

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

around bewilderedly but Peter was a master of his craft. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a

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

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

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

tinted windows covered any hint of sunshine, seeming dark and depressing without

his

limit and taking turns at 50 mph. Enough that I kept sliding around in