Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

The kiss is forceful, a collision of our anger and frustration. I can taste the alcohol on her lips.

God! My hatred for her is profound, but I can’t deny that there is a magnetic pull in between us.

For a moment, it feels like she might resist, but then I feel her surrender, her body relaxing against mine, her hands clutching my shirt. Our lips move in perfect sync, burning our bodies with desire.

I just hate myself for feeling something for this woman, although it is just sexual.

She suddenly pushes me away with a gasp, her eyes filled with confusion and anger.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She hisses, wiping her lips.

“Grace, my father’s man is watching us, so just behave if you don’t want him to come to know about your true face.” As I whisper in her ear, her eyes widen in shock.

I keep a watchful eye on my father’s man, who pretends not to be watching but is clearly keeping tabs on us. Our kiss seems to satisfy him, and he leaves, giving us some much-needed privacy.

Grace’s eyes narrow as she watches the man leave. “You kissed me for a show? Are you crazy?”

I don’t have the time to explain the situation. Instead, I give her a warning look. “Just remember, you’re my wife for the next three months, and you’ll follow my rules. I won’t let you ruin my reputation.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t protest further. “Fine, I won’t sleep with any man for three months. But stop stalking me and leave me alone for some time. I’m tired of you.”

“Okay, I’m leaving. But remember, you’re Steve Grey’s wife, and your actions reflect on both of us.” As I turn to leave, I recall something.

I look at her over my shoulder and instruct her. “You’ll return to the hotel in my car with the driver.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

With that, I leave her alone.

***

I lie on the bed, waiting for her. Suddenly, my phone rings and it’s my driver on the line.

“Sir, Madam is completely drunk. She can’t even walk by herself. We’re outside the hotel.” He informs me about her condition.

This girl is unbelievable!

I sigh in frustration. “Don’t worry, I’m coming.” I reply to him in a polite tone and hang up.

After quickly rising from the bed, I head outside.

I find my driver waiting outside the car. As I walk over to him, he gives me all the details about her condition.

“I’m sorry, sir. She wasn’t ready and was in no condition to come in, so I called you.” He explains as he moves toward the car.

“It’s okay, Robbin.” After responding to him, I open the car door. I find her in a drunken state, and I don’t bother saying anything because it’s pointless to talk to her right now.

I scoop her into my arms, and as I carry her toward the room, she gazes at me with a hint of surprise.

“My bodybuilder husband came to take me inside.” She quips, her words slurred from the effects of the alcohol.

I give her a faint smirk. “Consider it your lucky day.” I reply, focusing on getting her safely back to our suite.

Her arms drape over my shoulders, and she nuzzles her head against my chest.

Once we’re back in the room, I gently place her on the bed. She gazes up at me with mischief in her eyes.

As I move away from her, she grasps my arm and yanks me down, startling me.

“Steve, my hottie husband, where are you going, leaving your wife unsatisfied?” She asks, her voice still slightly unclear, pulling up my t-shirt.

What the fuck is she doing?

“Let me remind you, Grace, it’s mentioned in the contract that we can’t get physical.” I state, standing straight and pulling my t-shirt down.

“Which contract are you talking about, Steve? I don’t remember.” She scratches her temple, pretending that she has forgotten about the contract, and my lips draw up into a smile.

In a drunken state, she looks so adorable. The next morning, when she is sober, she’ll again become the irritating Grace.

Wait, the next morning, I can tease her by showing how desperate she was to sleep with me.

As I turn on the video recording on my phone and set the phone on the table, she demands my attention. “Mr. Grey, come here and satisfy your wife. I want you right now.”

“Grace, you know the rules. We can’t get physical in our contract marriage.” I stroll towards her, hiding my smile.

She pouts. “Rules, rules, rules. Who cares about rules when you have a hot husband in the same room?”

I chuckle at her antics. It’s a side of Grace I’ve never seen before, and it’s intriguing.

Leaning in closer, I whisper in her ear, “You really want to break the rules, Mrs. Temporary Grey?”

“Just one little kiss. That won’t break any rules because you have already kissed me at the club.” She whispers, tracing her finger on my face and fixing her eyes filled with desire on me.

I play along, moving closer, her lips just a few inches away. “One little kiss, huh?” I can feel her warm breath on my lips, urging me to kiss her. I can’t deny that her proximity is tempting.

This woman drives me crazy, and I hate it.

She nods, her eyes locked onto mine. “One little kiss.” Her voice is now a soft whisper.

Our lips meet in a gentle, lingering kiss, and it’s hard not to get lost in the moment. But I know I can’t let this go too far, so I pull away with a playful smirk.

“One little kiss, just as you asked.” I tease, standing up.

She suddenly gives a pull to my hand and makes me fall on herself.

Electricity passes through my spine as she slips her hands into my t-shirt, caressing my bare body. “Mr. Grey, I want you right now. You know you’re so irresistible.”

Her fingers trace my bare chest and I can feel her warm breath on my lips, and the temptation becomes nearly impossible to resist. I know I should stop this, but she’s making it incredibly difficult.

“Grace, you’ll regret this next morning. We need to stick to the contract.” I warn her, struggling with my desire.

She doesn’t seem to care about regrets, her voice is filled with desire as she whispers, “I don’t care about tomorrow, Steve. I want you right now.”

Her words ignite something in me, and I forget the rules and the contract. All that’s left is the desire that exists between us.

I give in, my lips meeting hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. Our bodies press together, and we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. I even forget that I’m recording our video.

There’s no denying the magnetic pull that has captivated both of us from the beginning.

I pin her hands against the bed and deepen the kiss, grinding my hardness against her crotch.

No, no, I should stop. I can’t sleep with her. She’s intoxicated, and I don’t want to repeat the mistake of sleeping with her.

As I pull myself away from her and stand up, she gazes at me with disappointment. The fire in her eyes makes it all too clear that I’m not the only one feeling the attraction between us.

“Grace, this can’t happen,” I mutter, my voice laced with desire and frustration. I take a few steps away from her to put some distance between us.

She sits up on the bed, frustration evident in her expression. “Steve, why can’t we just enjoy the moment?” Her voice is slurred because of intoxication.

“Because,” I say, trying to gather my thoughts, “I don’t want to make decisions we’ll both regret, especially not in this state.”

She stands up and stumbles towards me in a drunk state. “Why are you overthinking everything when I’m giving you the green light?”

I hold her steady, not wanting her to fall over. “You should sleep, Grace. We’ll discuss this the next morning.”

She pushes me away, standing all wobbly. “No, I won’t sleep until you satisfy me.”

“Grace, I won’t take advantage of you, not like this.”

Her eyes reflect disappointment and frustration. “Why do you have to be so damn noble all the time?”

With great effort, I take her hand and guide her back to the bed. “You need to rest, Grace. We’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”