The CEO and I (Marriage by Contract)

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fice almost missing my steps. My days, I cannot believe I just agreed to contract ma

re tasks for the day, so I went off to attend to them. I was halfway through the

ardless of where she was. Her aura was fierce, and she effortlessly carried unease wherever she went. She bumped i

fell. I would love to see the look on her face when she finally hears about the marriage between

s closing hour. I leaned back into my leather chair behind my desk, grabbed my phone, and texted my best friend, William Sulliva

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meone approaching my office. I also heard the sound of gum being popped

we could still work things out. I made things crystal clear to her over and over but s

led my eyes at her, “How can I help you?” I added. “You look quite ravishing in that blue tuxedo f

about the content of your father's will,” she said, “alright, but how does that have anything to do with you?” I aske

better fit for you, if not me?” She said. “You’re delusional Victoria”, “ we ended things over 6 months ago. Now my father is dead, living me with a will tha

n my computer. “You won’t be left with much of a choice,” she said as she furiously stormed out

eat out, and got two plates of Mac and cheese for Emma and me. On my way back to my office, I ran into

second plate of Mac and cheese I got. “Would you like me to microwave it for you, sir?” She a

up as she peeked into the plate, and I grinned for a moment. “You’re a fan?” I asked still grinning, “Def

our marriage,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “Uhm, Alright” she replied. I got up, walked ove

nto the couch and just stared into space in silence. “What’s wrong?” I asked, “nothing much,

as ready to protect her at all costs. “Can I have a pen?” She said, “oh, sure” I said. I handed her a pen, she sig