Contract Marriage by Ashleh Queen (read e books online free txt) 📕

She knocked at his door that was followed by a "come in," And the moment his eyes met Jane's beautiful smile he leaned to his chair while a smile adorned his lips.

He breathes the aroma of cake that he found so delicious just like his wife. "You don't need to knock, Jane. Mrs. Black doesn't knock because I never knock."

She just replied with a stupid blushing smile.

Just in the kitchen in these past two hours, she had planned out her whole life with him. It pained her a little that there were no kids in her scenario who might have his eyes or her hair color but with Alex's impulsive and never stopping stupid or clingy remarks, she somehow realized that it won't be that boring. She will become whatever he wants. Because this is the only way she knows how to love.

"Tell me what you wanna do," He asked. 
"Why are we supposed to do anything? We can just stay at home." She suggested.

"Yes, but don't you think it would be too boring when we can go out and do anything that we want?" He asked.

She knew by now that he likes to go out a lot. So, let's be it.

"What do you suggest?" She asked.
"I don't know. I don't feel like playing so, maybe shopping?" This made her recall his idea of shopping so she replied instantly. "No,"

"Wanna go to clubbing." He asked. 
Maybe I can try this. 
"Sure," she replied.

She gets into a short maroon dress. That let her expose her beautiful legs. She chose high golden heels that would make her reach a little over his shoulder.

"Jane!" She heard him say from the living room. 
"Coming!" She yelled back. 
The moment he saw her coming down the stairs busy in getting securing a bracelet around her wrist, a victorious smile appeared at his lips.

She was his forever. This hot and sexy but stupid and naive woman was his. He could see this in her eyes. Well played, Alex.

"You look beautiful." He didn't forget to compliment with a smile. But somewhere he knew he can't pretend for this long. Always being attentive and careful around her was just too much work for him.

"You look great too." She replied, looking at his casual look. He really seems a lot less intimidating and more young in his jeans and leather jacket. He took her lips in for a kiss. Her soft lips were worth every effort. He thought. But this time she didn't complain and found her lipstick didn't smudge.

"It won't come off. It's kind of long lastin...." She was cut off with another kiss.

"Smart choice," Alex muttered.

The drive was the same as it could be with Alex. She tried to get familiar with his grip on her thigh.

"So, what do you like most about clubbing?" Alex asked as the car stopped at a red light.

She knew she needs to be honest. Because pretending never takes you anywhere. "I have only been to the club twice before. And that too was with Paul." She said getting lost in her thoughts.

"Paul, who?" He casually asked but then he recalled the morning when she was calling for some Paul in her sleep. And this made him even more anxious about her answer but apparently he maintained his cool.

"My ex-husband." She said the words but they felt so foreign on her tongue. She never mentioned him as an ex-husband. But now, it's time to let go.

Jealousy couldn't even start to define the things he was feeling now. If only he could have bought time he would never let anyone touch this precious work of art.

He never made the effort to remember her husband's name from that file but it was indeed written in there.

"Where he used to take you?" Alex asked. 
"It doesn't matter." She replied taking a sharp breath. 
He nodded suggestively and then said, "I don't feel like going to the club anymore. Do you have somewhere else?" He asked with a little grim expression.

Have I said anything wrong? She thought but replied. 
"No,"

"Great." He replied in a clipped tone. 
I should haven't mentioned Paul. I could have said anything.

His phone blows up and he picked it up through speakerphone this time. 
"I am busy," Alex said, but the person on the other side was quick to say,

"Elmas is here,"

Jane who was silently watching Alex talk on the phone noticed how his lips turned up.

"What's she doing here?" Alex asked in amusement. 
"It's her show, what else? I thought you won't want to miss tonight." The person's tone alone was enough to give away his excitement.

She knew by now that they were not going home anymore. But who was this Elmas? Is she a singer? Or a celebrity?

Alex drove for more than half an hour until the city was left behind and they were getting into a more secluded area. He pulled over against a medium-sized building that has a very spacious parking lot. The walls were illuminated with yellow lights and the only personals she found were security guards.

They didn't stop Alex or her. In fact, they didn't even ask for their i.d's. They went through different hallways. She decided not to ask anything and wait until he explains. Her heels clicking the floor was the only sound breaking the silence until they come across a hallway having so many doors. They went into the room that says 109.