Love Contract (Bride of the Billionaire)

“What’s your name?” he asks.

For a second, I forget. “Daisy,” I reply in a tone that lets him know he needs to go away. But he doesn’t. In fact, he smiles at me.

“Daisy,” he repeats. Without any shame, he scopes me out – looks me right up and down like I’m a horse he’s debating on buying. His eyes drag up my body from my feet to my chest then back up to my face. He nods and levels his eyes at me. “Daisy, how would you like to marry me?”

My stomach lurches again. Did he really just say that?

I want to look away, but I can’t. That thing deep down inside me that is attracted to him won’t let me.

His eyes…why does he have to have such incredible eyes?

Winter Wellington. I hate him so much.

2

Winter

This is crazy. My dick’s already swelling under my pants, and I’m only touching her wrist. Shit, I didn’t even need to touch her to get excited. One look was all it took. When she turned away from me, and I saw that incredible ass beneath that pair of shorts she’s wearing, I was done for.

What’s she doing working a job like this? She’s not an actress or a model? If she’s not, she sure as hell could be. Or maybe just a star in my own personal movies. But the way she’s looking at me is so innocent makes me doubt if she’d ever even do something like that.

She’s a good girl. I’ve been around enough bad girls to tell.

But still…there’s something else behind her eyes that has me intrigued. A fire. A dislike. Maybe even a hatred. And that only makes me want her more.

“Your wife?” she replies with a sharp tongue. “I know you’re probably not used to this, Mr. Winter Wellington, but not every girl wants to just climb into bed with you, okay? Now can I have my arm back?”

Yeah. I’m definitely hard now.

“No,” I tell her. “As a matter of fact you can’t.”

Christ. I can’t wait to pump my cock inside of her. Thirty seconds ago, I was ready to kill my father. Now all I can think about is her.

Part of me wants her to turn out to be like all the other girls that come in and out of my life. Then I can just make this a quick arrangement and get over it.

But another part of me doesn’t think that’s a possibility.

There’s something about this girl that I can’t explain, and I’m already hooked.

Her skin is warm and slightly sweaty beneath my fingers. I already checked her out, but I run my eyes up her incredible figure one more time for good measure. Christ, does she even know how dangerous those curves are?

“Listen, you rich prick. I’m going to count to three, and when I get to three, you’re going to let go of me. Understand?”

As she curses me out, she steps closer to me, so close that I can smell her.

She’s not wearing any perfume, which makes her so much hotter. She’s not dolled up at all, and she’s already a ten. After I clean her up she’ll be off the fucking scale.

Her face is gorgeous.

Her body has me drooling.

As she glares at me, all I can think about is getting her in my bed and ravaging her. No way she’ll be able to sass me like that when I’m pounding her into a life-changing climax.

“One…” She starts counting like I’m supposed to be intimidated or something. “Two…”

“Three!” I say with a grin. “What happens now? Gonna beat me up?”

To my surprise, she actually sizes me up like she’s going to do something but quickly realizes I’m too big for her.