Contract With The Billionaire

Chloe stood rooted in her place and waited for him to speak with bated breath. What was he thinking? And did he know why she was denying her feelings all this time?

Mark stared at Chloe’s back for a minute before he got down and stood behind her. She was nervous, and he could notice it.

As he leaned forward, she tensed, but she didn’t push him away or say anything.

“So you don’t want to acknowledge my feelings or even yours just because of our differences, right?” He whispered in her ear, and she gasped lowly because he was right.

That was one point as well, among the others, but now what was he going to do?

“Turn around, Chloe.” His voice was commanding, and she slowly turned around before looking at his eyes, which were stern at the moment.

He looked merciless and different from the funny, jovial guy she had known.

It felt as if the man standing in front of her right now was someone else.

“Am I right?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows and slipping his hands into his pockets as he waited for an answer.

She swallowed hard and looked here and there nervously because, honestly, his behaviour was starting to scare her off.

Annoyed by her silence, Mark gripped her chin and made her look at him, catching her off guard.

His eyes bored into hers, and she couldn’t even look away because of his grip.

“Mar.. Mark, you don’t understand that this…” she stuttered.

“So, I am indeed right.” He scoffed, leaving her chin and moving away. He clenched his jaw before giving her a long look, which made her flinch.

“That is such a pathetic excuse, Chloe.” He hissed, and now this made her angry as she glared back at him.

“Well then, leave me alone.” She spat angrily and took one step further to leave, but the next second her arm was gripped by him, and she was spun around to face him.

She felt herself go breathless because of their close proximity, their noses almost touching.

“Mark,” she called nervously, but he wasn’t having it as his hands went around to grip her waist, which caused her to gasp.

“I’m never going to leave you alone, Chloe. Keep that in mind. You’ll find me everywhere you go, be it around you or in your mind, but I’ll be there.” The way he spoke caused her to have goosebumps all over her body as she shivered slightly in his hold.

She breathed heavily as he leaned closer, brushing his lips on her jaw and up to her ear before he whispered, “Chloe, this time, you are going to ask me to be yours, but guess what?” He stopped purposely, causing her to lean in for his touch, as he blew air over her neck.

“I’m already yours,” he announced as he smirked, but seeing her shocked face, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

As he left for his car, she still stood rooted in her seat for another two minutes.

“He’s mine?” She questioned herself in shock as she blinked, but it still felt unreal to her, so she pinched herself and hissed, immediately rubbing the part before grinning to herself.

“He’s mine!” She muttered slowly, and she felt all the happiness, but then the reason why she was avoiding him came into her mind, and all her excitement died down.

Alex had been feeling restless for the first time in so many years. Why? He had no damn idea, and he couldn’t even concentrate on his work.

He had asked George to leave him alone for a while, and now, when the feeling didn’t go away, he picked up his phone and dialled her number.

“Hello?” She voiced out, and he sat up straight, unconsciously being more attentive.

“Mr. Ian?” She called out again, snapping him out of his daze.

She started coughing, and he sprang out of his seat, grabbing his blazer and moving out of his cabin.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

George stood up immediately as he watched Alex come out of his cabin in a rush.

“Cancel all my meetings for today and reschedule them for another day,” Alex ordered him, keeping his phone in his pocket, and George only nodded before he was out of his sight.

His boss had changed in a short time, and he knew it was all because of the two new people present in his life.

He only prayed for him to get all that he deserved.

When Alex got in his car, he resumed his call with Mia, who had gone silent as well and coughed occasionally.

“What happened to you?” He questioned, wondering why he was rushing home all of a sudden.

Was it because of her? No, he’s only concerned about Bryan. Yes, that is what it is.

“Nothing, I’m fine, it’s just the flu.” She informed me with her croaky voice, lying on the bed.

Soon she felt small fingers on her arm, and she opened her eyes only to find Bryan beside the bed, staring at her with his big eyes.

He slammed his hands on the bed as he tried to get on the bed but failed, which caused him to let out a cry.

“What’s wrong? Why is he crying?” Alex asked, as she forgot he was still on the line. She smiled, sensing the panic in his voice.

“Don’t worry, he’s just upset that he can’t get on the bed on his own.” She chuckled at Bryan, who was still trying hard.

“Bryan, baby, don’t come near Mummy right now, or you’ll get sick as well.” He heard her saying it sweetly, and just then the car stopped, making him realise that he had his house.

He hung up the call and marched inside. As he got near the bedroom, he heard Bryan’s cries and Mia’s laughter.

When they were in his view, he leaned on the door and watched as Bryan kept his left leg on the bed and pulled the bed sheet with both his hands to get up, but instead of getting on the bed, he slid down because the bed sheet would come undone and he would let out a scream.

His eyes then went on Mia, who was smiling, looking at their son lying on the bed.

She was on the other side, away from his reach. So he then walked inside and pushed Bryan’s bum so he was on the bed.

Mia watched him in shock, whereas Bryan, after getting on the bed, turned around and smiled at seeing his father.

“What are you doing here?” She asked with her eyes wide as he sat on the bed and took Bryan in his arms, who was more than ready to be with his father.

“Did you take any medication?” He asked, avoided her question deliberately, and smiled at his son, who grinned back, showing off his four teeth.

Soon he got busy playing with his father’s tie, and Alex glanced at Mia’s pale face.

“I did.” She coughed again and then froze when a hand landed on her forehead. Her heart started beating crazily, and she cursed herself for behaving like a teenager.

“You’re still warm, I’ll call the doctor.” He said that, and before she could say anything, he was already on his phone.

When he was done, he set the phone aside and looked back at Bryan, who was already crawling towards Mia.

“Mr. Ian, please keep him away, I don’t want him getting sick as well.” He heard her panicked voice and sighed before picking up Bryan, who started wiggling in his arms and wailing loudly.

Mia sighed tiredly, closing her eyes, knowing he would get cranky.

“Why is he behaving like this?” Alex questioned with a frown, as Bryan was still struggling in his hold, so he put him on the floor.

This caused him to wail more loudly, and he immediately stood, walking to the side where Mia was.

Mia quickly got up and shifted away to where Alex was, and he watched her in amusement.

“Mia, stop running away from your son.” He teased, and she glared at him before looking at Bryan, who was now crying with his hands forward in her direction.

He wanted her to pick him up, he wanted to be close to his mother, but what could she do? She was helpless as well.

“Just pick him up,” Alex said impatiently, watching his son cry so much. Even Mia was dying to pick him up, but she was more worried about his health.

She hesitated and looked at Alex with a helpless face.

“He won’t get sick, Mia, just take him in your arms.” He said, and she sighed, moving towards a crying Bryan who was now hiccuping as she took him in her arms.

Almost immediately, Bryan curled into her, resting his head on her chest and hugging her close. She sighed, hugging him back, and Alex stared at them for a long time.

The way Bryan cuddled himself in his mother’s arm, the way she hummed to him, the way she softly patted his back-everything was beautiful, and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from them even if he wanted to.

A child’s relationship with her or his mother is the most special one, but he never got to experience that.

“Mr. Ian?” Mia called, and as he looked at her, he realised Bryan had already fallen asleep, so he carefully picked him up and placed him in the crib.

At the same moment, a knock on the door disturbed them, and he allowed the person in, knowing it must be the doctor.

Ten minutes later, the doctor prescribed some medicines to her and told them that it was a common flu. She gave him a look, saying I told you so, and he just rolled his eyes.

After the doctor was gone, Mia turned towards Alex and started, “Mr. Ian…”

“Alex.” He corrected her.

“Huh?” She looked confused.

“Don’t call me, Mr. Ian, it’s annoying.” He declared , and she could only stare at him in shock. What is up with him lately?