Page 65 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“I don’t understand drunk gibberish,” she told him. “Just press the first-floor button on the elevator and let me out.”

Drunk gibberish?Raz touched his hand to his lips. He felt like he’d been speaking regularly.

“If you keep swaying like that, you’re going to fall down. And I’m not helping you up once you hit the floor. I may even kick you while you’re down.”

Ruthless wench. But he liked her. He strolled in her direction. Both of her stepped away from him. He didn’t know which one of her to follow.

“Stand still,” he ordered. “And become one person again. I can barely handle one of you. What the fuck am I going to do with two of you?”

Was she shaking her head at him again? Did she just call him a drunk bastard? He reached for her. She jumped out of the way. Raz stumbled forward. Both of her pushed a chair in front ofhim. He grabbed it.See, not drunk. Would a drunk person have reflexes like those?Wait. I’m falling. Fuck!

His teeth snapped together as his chin hit the back of the wooden chair. The chair toppled over, and he slammed into the floor. His Rosa didn’t even try to catch him. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he stared up at her. She smiled as she approached him.Fuck. He was at her mercy now.

Even though he was drunk, he knew this was not going to end well for him.

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His eyes drifted open.

For a moment, he felt disoriented. It took a few seconds and some rapid blinking for his vision and his mind to clear. Orazio lifted his head and stared around the room. He was in his suite. But why was he waking up in the kitchen area? Then his gaze landed on her, and he forgot about everything else.

There she was, the woman he’d been dreaming about. She was seated at his table, reading over something. She hadn’t yet noticed that he was awake. He took his time taking in her beauty and ignoring the dull ache in his head. In his dream, she’d only had eyes for him.

The things she’d done to him in his dreams were probably illegal in some countries. Raz cleared his throat, wanting her attention on him. She lifted her head and looked his way. His Rosa smiled at him. Raz smiled back, happy that she no longer appeared upset.

Since she seemed to be in a better mood, maybe they could have a talk without all of the drama from before. He tried to get up and go to her. But he couldn’t move. Why the hell were his hands tied behind his back? He stared down at himself.What the fuck!He glared at Monique Rose.

“You tied me up?”

She nodded, then looked back down at whatever it was she was reading.

“Hey! You tied me up!”

“Yeah, I did,” she drawled, like tying him up was one of her daily activities.

“Why? When?”

“A few hours ago. Since I couldn’t drag you to the door and since I couldn’t unlock your phone, I had no choice but to tie you up. You kept trying to get away from me. You made me break a nail.”

“Why did you...”

Wait, he didn’t have to ask that. Her ass had tried to drag him to the door to use his fingerprint to open the elevator. And she’d tried to break into his phone to call the police or her friends. She’d tied him up, yet all she was worried about was her broken nail. He couldn’t even feel his hands, and she was pouting about a damn broken nail!

“I guess I should be thankful you didn’t cut my hand off to achieve your task with the elevator,” he told her, voice laced with sarcasm.

“I couldn’t find a chainsaw. Trust me, I looked,” she replied. “And a butterknife would’ve taken too long. And been far too messy. Plus, the newspaper headline would’ve made me sound like a psycho.”

He was starting to think she was really a psycho.

“You really considered cutting my hand off?”

She looked over at him and nodded before resuming her reading.And motherfuckers called him crazy.She was the one who was crazy. And he was done playing around with her.

“Untie me, Monique.”

Without looking over at him, she shook her head.

“Monique!”

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