PRESIDENT'S CONTRACT WIFE

ive smile, one that seemed almost deliberate. His slightly narrowed eyes gave nothing away, their depths too dark to read. A fe

her mind, Lucien's relaxed posture and that smile were a clear invitation. *It's

r gaze locked onto him, her vision slightly blurred with desire. He was everything she had dreamed of-handsome, wealthy, powerful. If she

air, that same faint smile playing on his lips, thoug

she wondered, her confidence wavering. Anxious now, she made

pulling her closer, his fingers brushing against her skin. He smiled, but t

r eyes. *The rumors were wrong*, she thought, giddy with excitement. *All that

is expression didn't change, his hands didn't explore her in return. The lack of reaction unnerved her, but she pressed on, desperate to brea

re a strong hand gripped her hair from behind, yanking her head back sharp

ng far more dangerous. His breath, hot and heavy, brushed against her lips, sending a shiver

is lap. His grip was unyielding, his black eyes piercing as he stared down

* she thought, confusion and humiliation washing over her. A second ago, she had b

had hardened. His grip tightened on her, and with a swift motion, he tosse

e couldn't understand how the situation had turned so quickly. He

s were just another business transaction. Scribbling down a few numbers, he tore the chec

they reached for it. The amount was more than enough to make her problems disappear, but the s

t glance at Lucien told her all she needed to know-there would be no second chances. His bac

rning with shame, Grace walked out, the doo