Page 55 of Seduced By Contract

"I don't need your pity. I'm an adult. I made a decision that solved two problems at once: it ensured that that witch can't take my niece and nephew away from me, and . . .”

"And what?"

"Now you'll be mine for a whole six months. From where I stand, it was a great deal."

Madison

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Next day

"You don't haveto call the staff. I can make our breakfast." I've just come out of the bathroom, and he's lying on the bed, shirtless. I need to wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth.

I can hardly believe that I have this delicious and gorgeous man all to myself for six months. Delicious, gorgeous, and insatiable, considering what happened between us last night and this morning.

I lied when I told him this morning that I wasn't sore. I am, but I don't know when we'll have a whole night together again, and a kind of compulsion makes me want more and more of him.

"It should be ready, but don't worry, they've probably already left. They know I value my privacy."

I'm wrapped in a towel as I search my bag for something to wear, but I know his eyes are on me the whole time.

"You can go to the closet. You'll find everything you need there."

It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him he doesn't need to dress me, but I hold back because I don't want to come off as ungrateful. Yesterday, when we entered the house, there were five swimsuits of different styles and sizes waiting for me.

I swear to God, the man thinks of everything.

I enter the closet, curious to see his private space, as I've barely had time to observe the two-story house that could fit about three of the buildings I live in inside.

"Where are they?" I ask, maybe a little too loudly but so he can hear me.

"Right there."

When I turn around, he's right behind me, pointing to bags of clothes in one corner of the massive space, which looks more like another bedroom than a closet.

After everything that has happened between us, his presence shouldn’t intimidate me, but it's different when we're in bed. I can feel his desire with every cell of my body. We're the same. Here, where his wealth is so prominently displayed, I feel out of place.

I walk over to the bags and crouch down to see what's inside, feeling extremely embarrassed. The clothes are wrapped in tissue paper, but I can see three identical dresses, white, with thin straps, also in different sizes. I pick them up to check the sizes and decide the medium one will fit me.

"There's lingerie, too."

"I brought some, thank you," I say, trying to walk past him, but he doesn't let me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, holding my arm. He's only in boxers, and the man's abs are obscenely defined. I'd rather fixate on his body than fall into the trap of thinking that him buying clothes for me might mean something. He probably does this with all his women.

"I know that eventually, I might have to accept gifts from you if I'm really going to accompany you to some events, but you don't need to dress me when we're at home."

He takes the bag from my hand and makes me look at him. "Have I offended you?"

"No."

"Then, what's wrong?" he repeats.

"You'll think I'm dumb if I say it."

"I think you're feisty and always defensive, which aren't necessarily flaws, but never dumb. You're mature for your age."

I take a deep breath, prepared to embarrass myself.

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