The Marriage Contract: My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back

n't

nce I moved in with Rex. Three days since I signed the marriage contract, ag

nto this, that I still feel drawn to him. But more than tha

sound, and I freeze. There's no

s suit, the crisp black fabric stretching over his broad shoulders, his jaw sharp with determination. But there's

is voice low, almost lazy. "Co

, trying to create distance, even though I kno

hing, Rex," I snap, my tone more bi

ile I recognize. It's sharpe

e bed, his eyes never leaving mine. There's an inte

the side of my face. His thumb grazes my skin, sending a jolt of heat

to pay back with interest within a year," I say, my voice trembling despite

stepping even closer. His face is inches from mine, his br

t back, my chest tightening wit

no humor in it. "Is that what you

nt, it felt like I didn't. But looking back, I know I co

quieter now, though it still carries a thr

face with his large hand. His touch is gentle, almost too gentle for someone whose presence is so ov

make me laugh. You don't know t

nt this? Want you? The way you think you're the only one with control over what happens

is voice, a dare. But I

per, though the words don't have the

rifies and excites me. "You've already given me control, Van

s immovable, his strength undeniable. My heart races as I meet his g

whisper fiercely, though

by something colder, more se

ended. But the tension hangs in the air, thick and suf

eavy and purposeful. But before he exits, he glan

fice. Don't make

, and I'm left in the silence of the room, m

ging. I tell myself that I'm strong enough to resist him, but deep down, I know the

nows what, and I find myself wandering

ck to him. To that look in his eyes, that dangerous promise. He think

ng what it would be like to let go. To give in to him

turn to find Rex standing in the doorway of the living room, his eyes

says, his voice calm, but I can

say quickly, though I know

ce," he orders, his g

cond, I consider ignoring him. But I know that would be pointless. The battle between us is

on pressing down on me. I've already given him so muc

xpensive leather hanging in the air. He's sitting behind his desk, his posture commanding a

sturing to the cha

nt. I sit, keeping my distance,

to you about this... this marriage of ours. We're not just pla

nap, my frustration bubbling over. "You think this i

. Finally, he speaks, his voice low but firm. "No, Vanya. It's about

lse quickening. "And

ile, but it's not comfort