Breaching The Billionaire's Contract

Avery's POV

"Stop running around!"

"I came first!"

"Who started the race?"

"Don't play with the swing!"

The noise from the children in the kindergarten fills my ears as I stand in the distance, watching them. My eyes sting with unshed tears as I watch the little boys run happily around the slide. Vivid memories of when I first held them in my arms flood my mind, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from sobbing loudly and attracting attention.

A nice-looking lady, presumably the kindergarten teacher, holds the children to play with the rest of the other kids who were running around with so much energy in the open space of the kindergarten playground.

I finally move my feet and settle on a bench,some distance away from the playground. The cool breeze and the noise from the children in the background bring a kind of serenity to me-a rare occasion for my turbulent mind. Sometimes,it is hard to face reality, and I still can't believe my reality from five years ago, when my whole life came crashing down.

I lost my mother when I was three and had been singlehandedly raised by my dad,a businessman who ran one of the fastest-growing logistics companies across the entire country.

He showered me with so much love and attention that I hardly felt the absence of my mom, despite his busy schedule. I was the typical rich brat who went shopping all the time with her friends, and I always cringe whenever I remember how I behaved back then.

Then the unexpected happened. I was on my usual shopping spree one day when I had my card declined and received a call informing me that my father had been rushed to the hospital. I raced off the mall and wasted no time in arriving at my father's VIP hospital room.

For the first time,I saw my father wear a dispirited look. He confessed to me about a failed project that rendered the company bankrupt and how we were in serious debt to the tune of a billion dollars. I had cried, promising to find a way out, but he gave me a weak smile and told me not to worry.

Like a solution to the promise I had made to my father. The next day, when he was about to be discharged,I overheard a conversation between the hospital's dean and a man about a surrogacy plan with a payment of one billion dollars. I waited for the other man to leave before approaching the dean, who was shocked at my request to apply to be a surrogate but nevertheless agreed to assist, and I made him promise my father didn't know about my request.

Unexpectedly,I received an email two days later requesting my presence at the hospital. I was made to go through all kinds of tests,some of which I can't even remember, and five days later, after convincing my father that I had a new job that required me to leave the country,I signed the contract and the money was transferred to my father's account as I had requested. I was later blindfolded into a mansion in an unknown location.

After nights of sleeping with my client, whose face I never saw,I was confirmed pregnant a month later after arriving at the mansion. receiving care from the best professionals and was never allowed to step a foot outside the mansion unless necessary till I gave birth, and all means of communication with the outside world were blocked. I had given birth to twins-both boys-on a rainy night. I cried when I held them because the thought of handing them back after three months, as stated in the contract, was devastating, but I clearly underestimated who was their father.

Exactly three months later, after taking dinner and returning to my room for the night,I woke up in a hotel room the next morning with a letter informing me the contract was over. I nearly lost my mind because I had already formed a bond with the children, but I reminded myself that dad needed me the most. Nothing in the world could prepare me for the news that greeted me when I went back home.

Dad had died in an accident while I was away, and all our properties were seized by the authorities. I was broke, and there was absolutely nobody to help me. Even the so-called friends ignored my calls and avoided me like a plague whenever I ran into them. I managed to find a job as a waitress in a club, but it was barely enough to cover my expenses. I was so broken that I never knew the point of living until one day when I received a package from an unknown sender. contents was a photo of the twins who were already six months old. This person never relented in updating me about the twins, which is why I knew their kindergarten even though it was not allowed.

The fact that I can watch them from a distance is probably enough for me, and thankfully, I made a new friend over the years, Jake. He is an artist and also loves photography.

My phone vibrates continuously beside me, momentarily distracting me from my thoughts, and a smile finds its way to my lips as I pick up the phone, speaking of the devil. "Hello, dear friend,"

"What are you doing?" His bright voice questions cheerfully. Jake has a vibrant aura, and I sometimes envy his happy-go-lucky personality.

I am about to jokingly reply that we have no business together when a handkerchief is pressed into my nose from behind. I try to struggle, but my efforts are futile, and I hear Jake's fading voice asking if everything is okay. As I slowly succumb to the darkness,I wonder if this is the end of my unbelievable reality.

Ethan's POV

The air in the conference room is oppressive, and a smirk finds its way to my lips as I watch the man who is giving the financial report for one of my hotels stutter. The bastard thinks I am an idiot and is trying to manipulate the figures for a financial year.

"You must think I am stupid, and you dare to steal from me." A mirthless chuckle escapes my throat before I continue."At least make an effort when you are trying to lie to me. Your accounts are not corresponding, and I can even spot your fraud at a glance."

Anger fills me as I speak. Even my four-year-old sons would complain if their sums were not adding up, and this filth probably thinks he can steal from me.

His eyes widen in fear, and he falls to his knees. "Forgive me-"

"I don't forgive your type. Take him out." I instruct coldly. The loud wails from the man fade into the distance as my men drag him away.

This is why I never easily trusted people; give them an inch, and they want a mile from you. I never entertained dishonest people and was termed ruthless by the entire city because of the way I treated dishonest people, but I don't care about such insignificant talks.

Marcus,my secretary, signals me. Ah,good news, at least.

I rise to my feet and walk out of the conference room, ignoring the look of relief that appears on the faces of the old men in the conference room. Those old fools, I would be back for them.

Taking the private elevator,we arrive at the underground garage where my limited edition Maybach is parked, and my guard quickly opens the back seat door where I settle before taking off my tie and massaging my temples,my eyes slowly closing in relaxation.

The car speeds through the city, and my thoughts wander. The twins would soon be five and usually ask of their mother, to which I skillfully divert the topic each time. The question always reminds me of the woman I chose as a surrogate.

It has been five years since I saw her, and how she constantly appears in my dreams all these years is beyond me. It doesn't help that the younger twin has her piercing green eyes, and I am constantly reminded of her.

I had changed the contents of the contract when I saw her picture from the application. She is stunningly beautiful with her shoulder-length red hair and green eyes. I am not into commitments, and all I do are flings with no strings attached, and there should be no difference with her. The only people I would ever be fully committed to are my kids.

I received a strange report months ago from my men about a woman stalking the twins. It was quite a surprise that the stalker was actually the surrogate, and I am not surprised that I was at a loss for what to do.

The fact that I know she is the one stalking my sons doesn't help me either; I unknowingly find myself thinking about her more. I wonder if she has ulterior motives for stalking the kids.

It is probably just lust.

Thank goodness,I have a way to clear that little minx out of my head. A smirk forms on my lips as a plan concocts in my mind.

Call me whatever,but I am not ready to get committed to anyone except my sons. I have been scarred from trusting people, and they are part of the things that built me to be this successful, and I wouldn't allow moments of pleasure to disrupt my thoughts or the personality I have built over the years.

Avery's POV

My eyes slowly open, and an expensive chandelier dangling from the ceiling is the first thing that enters my vision. Where am I? I sit up on the bed,my heart hammering against my chest in panic, and memories of how I was knocked unconscious on the kindergarten playground flood my mind.

My eyes scan the expensively furnished bedroom, and a scream almost escapes my throat when I see a man seated on a couch not far from the bed where I am sitting.

He is fiercely handsome. He has dark hair that is perfectly slicked back, and his deep-set features are like those of a fallen angel. The first three buttons of his long sleeve are left open, and I can see a peek of a tattoo on his hard chest. He exudes an intimidating aura, and for some reason,I am very wary of him.

I quickly climb down from the bed. "w..who..are you?" I ask,my voice shaking.

A dark chuckle reverberates across the room. "Avery Rosaline Williams." He calls my full name, and I wonder why his voice sounds familiar.

"How do you know my name?" I ask clearly,my voice raising.

He picks up his phone. "Send the lawyer in." He barks his instructions into the phone, ignoring my question.

Lawyer? I stand in confusion, and the sound of the door opening momentarily distracts me from my wild thoughts. A man wearing glasses and a well-ironed suit walks in. He has a gentle aura, and I unknowingly sigh in relief at the presence of another person in the room with me. I feel overwhelmed by this man's presence.

"Good afternoon, Miss Avery." The lawyer greets me,his eyes studying me.

Why does everyone here know my name? I gather myself and wear a calm expression. "Good afternoon, Mr...." I trail off, and he speaks up.

"I am Mr. Steve, and Mr. Ethan here is my client."

I could not wrap my head around what was going on, and I felt anger rising in me when I remembered how I was kidnapped in this place. "Did you bring me here to introduce yourselves?"

I hear a scoff. "For someone who breached a contract,you sure have a lot of things to say." Mr. Ethan speaks, his voice calm with a hint of danger lacing it.

My heart races, and I feel the breath knocked out of me as my brain processes Mr. Ethan's words. The only contract I have ever signed was the surrogacy contract from five years ago.

"You are the twins' father." I state breathlessly as a realization dawns on me. That's why I felt his voice was familiar.

Scenes where I was blindfolded and underneath him five years ago flood my memories, and I quickly shift my attention to clear my mind of those unwanted thoughts.

The lawyer clears his throat, breaking my train of thought. "As stated in the contract,you have to pay the sum of two billion dollars for breaking the contract, or we will have to take legal action against you."

If not for the seriousness of the atmosphere,I would have burst into laughter. I could barely afford to put my expenses together, not to mention paying two billion dollars. "I don't understand-"

Mr. Steve interrupts me. "We have evidence of you stalking the children in kindergarten."

He hands me a brown folder, and I open it to see several photos of me at the children's kindergarten. My palms turn sweaty, and the loud drumming of my heart fills my ears as the seriousness of the situation dawns on me.

I turn to Ethan, who is still seated with an unreadable expression visible on his face as his eyes study me. I quickly avert my gaze to the floor, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze. My chest tightens, and I can barely breathe freely from all the tension that I feel.

"Excuse us." Ethan instructs, facing the lawyer, who glances at me briefly before walking outside the room, leaving just me and Ethan alone.

"Why exactly have you been stalking my kids?" He questions coldly,his eyes void of any emotion.

I want to say that the kids are also mine, but who am I to say that to this man with such a powerful aura?

Besides, that might sound stupid since I signed away my rights to the children in a surrogacy contract for one billion dollars. I stand in silence, unable to answer his question, for fear of breaking down in front of him from the different emotions that I feel from his question.

I hear footsteps, and soon his well-polished leather shoes come into sight. A gasp escapes my lips when his fingers lightly grasp my chin, so that we are both staring into each other's eyes. I notice he has light blue eyes that highlight his exquisite features.

"You were so fierce some minutes ago,hmm?" His deep voice mocks, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. That conceding look of his has me feeling vulnerable, and I feel my emotions start to get hold of me.

"I miss them." I mutter, finally gaining courage,my voice barely a whisper as my tears finally stream down my face. I see the twins in my dreams most of the time, and it pains me that I can never be close to them. It is pure torture, and the thought hurts me more than the guilt I feel every day for my father's death.

Ethan releases my chin before returning to the couch he was previously seated on. "Unfortunately, that's not enough reason to stalk my kids-"he starts to say, but I interrupt him.

"I gave birth to them." I argue weakly, causing the man to chuckle.

"It seems you do not understand the contract you signed, young woman. Whatever rights you think you have were taken away the moment you signed the document, and you are now owing me two billion dollars for breaching the contract or facing a legal battle with my team of lawyers."

Hearing Ethan's harsh words makes me feel helpless over and over again. How could I even pay such an amount or even hire a lawyer? All I wanted was to get close to the twins,even if it meant watching them from a distance.

"I don't have the ability to pay the penalty fee or even a legal battle, but I will do anything to be with my kids, please!" I plead,falling to my knees, and tears stream down my face.

Ethan smirks and walks towards me. His strides are powerful and precise, like those of some regal king. He glances down at me like a king would his servant, and I am literally at his mercy.

"You would do anything to be with them?" He asks,a smirk on his lips.

I always hated being at anyone's mercy, but seeing where life has thrown me and the love I have for my kids,I would do anything at this point. With determination,I match his gaze and give him my answer.

"Yes. I would do anything."

"Then Strip."

I whip my head so fast as soon as I register his words that I almost feel my neck snap. "What?"I ask, unable to hide my disbelief.

"You heard me loud and clear. Satsify me, and I will not only forgive the penalty but let you access the children." He replies as if it were the most casual thing to say.

There are a lot of questions I want to ask, but I can't even form a single sentence. I manage to find my voice. "I just need to strip." I mutter, feeling dispirited.

"We will be doing more of what happened between us five years ago." He pauses and fixes his gaze on me as if to study my reaction, but I mask my surprise. He actually wants to sleep with me.

"Have you been in a relationship since these years?" He questions,a frown on his handsome face.

I almost roll my eyes at his question. He probably wants to ask if I have had a sexual life all this time. My life has not really been smooth since that time, and I barely have time for myself to talk about investing my time and energy in a relationship.

"No," I reply curtly, and I don't know if it's my imagination, but I see relief cross his features. He hands me a card. "Tomorrow,go to the hotel and show the receptionist at the front desk this card."

I glance at the card, and I see the name of the hotel. Royalty Hotel. " Alright."

The devil doesn't say anything and strides towards the door, stopping when he is almost outside. "Time is eight in the evening. Dress nicely."

He disappears through the door, and I stand up to my feet,my legs weak from kneeling on the floor. I see my bag on the nightstand, and I quickly rummage through it, relief washing through me as I find my phone inside. The screen has a crack, and I guess it is from the struggle that occurred earlier on the playground.

I unlock my phone, and my mouth opens in surprise at the number of missed calls,all from one person-Jake. I guess he was so worried. I am about to dial his number when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn to see a tall, brunette-haired man standing with a grim expression. I recognize him as the man who left the dean's office in the hospital and gave me the contract to sign five years ago.

"Good evening, Miss Avery. I am Marcus, Mr. Ethan's personal assistant." He speaks, introducing himself.

I guess all the people that surround Ethan are intimidating. Well, birds of a feather move or flock-arghh, whatever.

I cut off my thoughts and face him. "Good evening." I reply, giving him a tight-lipped smile, as I notice him give me a strange look. He must be wondering what was wrong with me.

"I will be taking you home now."he says casually before turning to walk away and I can bet he almost rolled his eyes!

I shove my phone into my bag before following quickly behind Marcus to catch up with his fast walking pace. I glare fully at his back. What a brute,just like his boss.

We descend down the stairs into the huge expensively furnished living room when I hear a voice call behind me.

"Avery?"

I turn,shock filling me as I take in the sight of the older woman before me. "Lawrenta!" I gasp before I am enveloped in her motherly hug.

She was the housekeeper for the mansion where I was confined until I gave birth. She is a lively, beautiful woman with olive skin and long, curly hair that reached her waist. Her care and friendship were two of the things that distracted my constant thoughts and worries in that mansion.

"How have you been, my dear?" She asks, her eyes shining with happiness as she scans me from head to toe.

"I ha-"

"We have to go now." Marcus interrupts,his expression bored.

"What an unhappy child!" Lawrenta whispers, glaring at him before turning to face me with a smile. "I will see you later when you are back."

I nod wordlessly at her, even though I am confused, and I want to ask her what she means, but she is already walking away before I can even say a word.

Marcus clears his throat, and I turn to face him,an apologetic expression on my face. "Sorry..."

My words trail off as the man turns on his heels, walking away without a word, and I am left gobsmacked at his arrogant display. I sigh before resuming my walk behind him. At the end,I hope it is all worth it.

Avery's POV

I watch as the car drives away into the distance, and I sigh in relief. I turn to walk back into my apartment when I am engulfed in a hug. I am initially frightened, but I am calm as soon as that familiar scent reaches my nose. I smile, and I hug him back.

"Where exactly have you been?" He asks as soon as he breaks the hug.

"Awww,were you so worried about me?" I tease,my voice dripping with mischief.

"Of course I was. I mean-"

I interrupt him. "Alright, Jake. I am fine. I just visited some new clients who were interested in my designs. Sorry for how I had you worried."

I feel bad about lying to Jake, who has been nothing but a good friend to me, but I have no choice. Without being told,I know I have to be confidential about the entire situation with Ethan and the contract.

If Jake feels I am hiding anything,he doesn't show it and gives me a bright smile. "Alright,red. I will be going now. Take care of yourself."

I smile as I hear his nickname for me; he calls me red because of my hair color. I wave goodbye as he climbs his motorcycle and speeds into the distance. I check the time on my phone, and my eyes widen. It's already 7:00 p.m.-two hours before I resume work for today.

Sprinting back into my one-room apartment,I take a quick bath and change into a jean and white top before squeezing my work uniform and wig into my bag. My red hair always attracted attention in the club, so I started wearing a brunette wig while working to avoid the unnecessary attention. I check my appearance in the mirror, and it's perfect. I guess I am ready for tonight.

**

The loud blast of music welcomes my ears as I step inside the club. I have been working at Palmers for three years now, but I still am not used to the deafening blast. I squeeze through the sea of dancing bodies, gyrating with so much gusto. I see my coworker, Brenda, wave at me. That's a first. We barely talk except for work.

"Good evening! Let's go inside the changing room." She shouts over the loud music as soon as I reach her.

"Why didn't you just use the back door?" She questions as soon as we enter the changing room, which is quiet-a contrast to the outside.

"Uhm, I actually prefer using the front entrance," I reply, carefully choosing my words. The back entrance was always filled with all sorts of crazy stuff, like horny couples and drunk customers. I could do without the drama, honestly speaking.

I start to take off my clothes to change into my work uniform, and Brenda whistles, "Girl,you are hot. No wonder the boss had you transferred to the VIP section."

I am in the middle of taking off my trousers when I process her words. "What?"

Why was my whole day filled with surprises?

Brenda looks at me as if I have grown two horns. "You didn't know? Candy discovered she was pregnant yesterday for some billionaire who frequents the VIP section and ran from the city. It's been chaotic, and the boss needs an immediate replacement for her-he actually called you this morning." Brenda explains, and I am too stunned to react. Candy was a hot redhead who worked in the VIP section, and rumors have it that she is popular among VIP customers because of her red hair and beauty. I am probably going to replace her because I have the same red hair as her.

A sigh escapes my lips. I didn't want to work in the VIP section for fear of running into people from my past, but I guess my opinion wasn't even needed in the first place and I still need this job to survive.

"You don't have to be worried; your salary is twice as much, and you get nice tips too. You are lucky." Brenda smiles, handing me a paper bag, which I am just noticing she has been holding since I saw her. I should get a grip on myself.

"It is your uniform for the VIP section; you should be fast." She says, showing me her phone, which is vibrating and has Boss displayed on the screen.

I am introduced to my new coworkers in the VIP section by my boss, Mr. Marcini, the club manager. Most of them stare at me wide-eyed before they are dismissed. I don't blame them; even I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror.

My new uniform is a knee-length pink glimmery gown that hugs my curves, and its neck is cut low with thin straps. My red hair was curled, and my makeup was done by Brenda.In one word,I looked ravishing.

"You are so sexy." I hear a male voice speak behind me. I turn, and my jaw drops at the sight before me. A tall guy with curly brown hair and green eyes is smiling at me with his hands stretched for a handshake. Only one word comes to mind: hot.

I feel my cheeks heat, and I am thankful for the red lighting, which helps conceal my blush. "Thank you." I reply, accepting his handshake.

"Brandy,Brandy Lorenzo, That's my name." He introduces himself,a smirk on his lips as he notices my reaction.

"Uhm, I am Avery." I reply before taking my hands from his grip. He wants to say something, but someone interrupts.

"Avery,go serve the people in private room one." It is my new coworker. I think her name is Mandy, and I don't miss the hostile look she passes me as she hands me the small paper containing the orders.

"I will see you later, Ave." Brandy gives me a wink, and I nod wordlessly before walking away to serve the orders.

My heart beats erratically as I am handed my first tray of drinks to serve in the VIP section. I climb the stairs and look for private room 1, which I immediately see on the first turn to the right.

The men guarding the door push it open when they see me. I smile politely at them before going inside, and the loud laughter echoing across the walls of the dimly lit room greets my ears.

A loud whistle from someone almost causes quietness in the room, and I feel my legs weaken from the harsh glares the ladies sitting besides the men pass me. I muster courage and wordlessly walk to the center, where the table is placed to pour the drinks. Everyone in the room is clearly drunk except for a man who is smoking alone on the other end of the room. I can't see his face, but I feel his chilling gaze on my back, and I oddly feel a sense of familiarity. My heart thuds again, and I pour the drinks faster. Thankfully,I am soon done and about to walk away when I hear a voice-a familiar deep voice speaking.

"Are you not going to fill my glass?"

I turn wide-eyed, and the questions fly out of my mouth before I can stop myself. "Mr. Ethan? What are you doing here?"

What sort of luck is this?

Ethan's POV

I had been restless since I left Avery after I gave her my conditions. I went home and was told my grandmother had taken the twins to her mansion for the night.I would have loved to spend some time with them, but it is fine. Nana loves them so much, and it is understandable.

My phone vibrates. It is a text from my friend, Anthonio,inviting me to the club. I prefer to bury my head in some work that needs my attention since my insomnia would persist, but I can use the distraction to clear my thoughts or even seek some pleasure tonight.

***

The private room is filled with loud laughter from my friends and their companions for the night. I am the only one seated on the other end smoking because I don't find any of the ladies present interesting, and I am beyond irritated because I know why.

The door to the private room opens, and I hear someone whistle. I raise my head, and I feel numb from the soul-blinding lust that travels through me as my eyes settle on the reason for my constant thoughts.

Avery is dressed in a tight dress that ends above her knees and outlines her sexy curves. I catch a fair amount of cleavage peeking from underneath the dress, and I control myself from wrapping a coat around her to cover her. I find myself thinking about how soft her red hair will feel in my palms. She has that much effect on me, and I wonder if the self-control I have built over the years is gone.

Thankfully,all my friends are so engrossed in their drunken discussions that they do not gawk at her.

She fills their glasses and is already on her way outside when I stop her. Nice try, kitten, but no one escapes me.

"Are you not going to fill my glass?" I find myself saying, and a burst of satisfaction fills me as I see the shock spread on her face when she turns around. Yeah, kitten, have you missed me already?

"Mr Ethan? What are you doing here?"

"Are you asking me what I am doing in my own club?" I ask,amazed at how I never knew she worked for me. Yeah, I had her investigated, lust or not. I needed to know why a woman who willingly agreed to be a surrogate is stalking my kids, but I don't find anything suspicious from her end except uncovering the annoymous source updating her about the twins. That's not a problem. Marcus was slacking, and I have to remind him to behave one of these days.

"I am sorry, sir." She gasps an apology, quickly bending to fill my glass, and my thoughts wander off as my eyes rake her entire body.

I am a man of my words, and I have never made spontaneous decisions except when they involve this woman. Fuck,this is bad, but you never live until you risk your life, and I am willing to take this risk-a sweet risk.

"Let's do it tonight." I breathe, stubbing my cigarette on the ashtray.

The earlier I got this woman out of my head,the better for my sanity.

"W..what do you mean?" She stutters inaudibly, but my sharp ear catches her words.

I gesture for her to come closer,a smirk on my lips as I notice the frightened expression on her face, before I whisper into her ears. "I want to fuck you tonight."

I want you screaming my name tonight,baby.