CEO Lifetime Contract

get married, not go to a funeral - Christopher says just so she can hear. - This will definitely be my funeral, as there will be no possibility of me wanting you to be alive after marrying you. - Melanie, don't be naughty! - Her father scolds her. - I only told the truth. Christopher laughs hoarsely at the answer, making her roll her eyes. He loved that explosive temper his future wife had. He knew she was against the marriage from the beginning, but he never said anything or objected. The heiress of MD Will's was aware of how important those marriage ties were for her company.

That blonde bastard with the beautiful smile would not only be her future husband, but also her current business partner. As much as she didn't want to get married, she wasn't blind and was fully aware that her fiance was sexy. The problem is that he knew this and imagined that this man had more wheels than a bicycle tire. With straight, dark blonde hair of medium length, John Wick style and a slightly woody perfume. Christopher drew gasps wherever he went, driving anyone crazy with his deep voice. With his square chin, accompanied by a well-shaped beard of the same color as his hair, he made him even more masculine. The man was 1.93 meters tall, with above average muscles, always dressed in a tailored three-piece suit and a charming smile on his face. Christopher Rogers might be a bad guy, but she wouldn't succumb to temptation. She felt sold by her own father for the benefit of the company, but her current situation forced her to accept that absurd proposal. She couldn't let her family's legacy fall into ruins, she couldn't let her mother and brothers go through difficulties, so Melanie accepted marriage, sacrificing herself for the good of the whole family. - My future son-in-law - Tom sighs proudly. - It's very beautiful, forgive my daughter, I told her to come dressed for the occasion, but she didn't listen to me. She sucks up. She thinks. - Melanie is charming as usual, there's no need to apologize - the boy says politely. - I just dressed up a little more to be on par with your daughter. Shameless, bastard. Do you think I didn't notice you staring at my breasts? She rolls her eyes, responding mentally. The elevator doors open, Tom leaves with the rest of the people and Christopher puts his hand close to her face, preventing her from leaving. The doors close again and due to the proximity, she ends up looking up a bit, looking into those gray eyes full of malice. Rogers gives a charming smile looking at that angelic face, letting out a sigh. - Not even a little kiss before we get married? - I'm the conservative type - she challenges him with her gaze. - I don't think so from the size of that cleavage - he looks at her shamelessly, seeing that brown skin seems incredibly soft and receptive to her touches. - Will you stop looking at my breasts?! - She catches his attention. - It's so beautiful that I can't help it - she gives a naughty little smile. - Melanie, is it just me or are you not wearing a bra? - You want to borrow it, right? - mocks. He growls, dying to suck that sharp tongue, running his free hand through his own hair to hold on. - If he does that, I'll go into the bathroom with him and only come back after about 30 minutes. - Then I must disappoint you, because I don't have what you're looking for - he raises an amused eyebrow. - In fact, you just confirmed to me that you are without it and now your mouth is watering just thinking about it - he licks his lips. - Which means that with a single movement I could get them out. - Don't even dare consider that idea! - looks at him, even though he knows that Christopher wouldn't do it, as they had been engaged for a while and the two had never touched, not even to greet each other, respecting personal space. He looks into her eyes, with a roguish smile on his face. - Too late, now it will serve as fuel for when I'm in the shower - he moves a little closer, feeling the deliciously fragrant perfume emanating from his bride. - I don't know if I'll be able to wait until the honeymoon - he teases her. - I think you'd better wait until the day of St. Never - he growls. The elevator doors open and she turns sideways, looking at his arm. - Excuse me - she says politely. Christopher lowers his arm, letting her pass, people enter the elevator and he leaves, with his eyes glued to her ass, watching her twerk. Never say Never. Rogers thinks. The blonde goes back to talking to his father-in-law, who asks if everything is okay due to their sudden disappearance, being reassured by the voice of his daughter who states that they were just talking. It's their turn, the judge starts and she interrupts him, leaving her father angry and her fiancé surprised. - I wonder if you can skip this part, I have a flight in an hour - Melanie turns to the table, ready to sign the wedding papers. - My daughter - her father approaches, speaking low and calmly. - You'll be on your honeymoon after this. - Ahem... - signs the document. - I have an important meeting in California, I don't think I'll have any problem being away on my honeymoon, is that ok with you, dear? Melanie hands him the pen and he takes it with his left hand, without touching it. - There will be no problem, dear - she signs the papers. - Good luck on your trip. Yes, she was trying to get him out of his mind, but she ended up getting angry at not getting what she wanted, seeing him calm and relaxed. - So I'll see you in three weeks - Melanie puts her sunglasses on her face and walks away clicking in her heels, without looking back. The two leave the place, walking calmly, losing sight of the brunette. - I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior - Tom tries to explain himself a little nervously, getting into the elevator with his son-in-law. - I hope this doesn't ruin our deal. - Business will still stand - he gives a charming smile. - And don't worry about Melanie, now she's my responsibility and we'll resolve our differences at one time or another. - I am very lucky to have a son-in-law as patient as you. - Patient is a virtue that few have. They both leave the building where they were, seeing the autumn sun rising in all its splendor. - You will have a lot of work with my daughter, I must admit that. Melanie is pretty headstrong when she wants to be. - Soon she will change her mind about me. Mr. Williams' driver appears, opening the car door, but before getting in he finishes talking to his son-in-law. - I hope so - he sighs. - Have a good afternoon, son. - For you too - he says goodbye politely, seeing you get into the car. Christopher gets in

she's done in her head. Who told her to be beautiful like that? Anthony can't take it and starts laughing. - Anthony, I'm serious, she looked like an angel today, there was no way I could control my mouth! - And since when do you control her? - Never. The two laugh and Rogers feels a little lighter talking to his friend. - And also... - Christopher says thoughtfully. - She was very nervous, it served to make her a little distracted. -Was it the wedding? - I think it's the meeting she's going to have in a little while. It must be something really important to make her tense like that.

- Do you intend to do anything about it? - I sent a message to Mário, he will soon tell you what I need to know. The driver nods and calmly takes his boss home. Christopher already knew he wouldn't have a normal honeymoon. He just didn't expect that his wife would run away as if he would attack her at any moment. He didn't deny that he was attracted to her, making her aware of many things. The problem is that the sudden trip not only caused insecurity but also discontent in the boy. Today he had taken the day to talk to her and try to understand each other, he made a reservation in advance to have a nice dinner and bought the most beautiful flowers he had at the flower shop with the intention of having at least a friendly relationship. Frustrated at not being able to even have a decent conversation, he went home that same afternoon and killed himself in the gym, trying to get his head straight. After dinner, his phone rings, breaking him out of his reverie. He answers quickly, wanting to clear up that doubt that was weighing so much on his mind. - Mario, did you manage to find her? - Yes, boss - the detective sighs, leaving him apprehensive. - She didn't lie when she said she went to work. She spent the whole day at the office and returned to the hotel accompanied by her secretary. The only person who entered her room was the employee who I'm almost sure is a friend, as the two don't take each other seriously. Christopher sighs with relief, looking at the glass windows of his apartment, seeing the glow of the buildings lighting up the city night. - In short, nothing much happened, Mrs. Rogers ordered dinner and was alone for the rest of the night. - Thank you, Mario. Keep me informed. - You can leave it, sir. Christopher hangs up the call, relieved that his wife didn't run away to meet someone and goes to her room to rest. Tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep, his mind wanders to how Melanie was dressed today and he can only imagine opening that blazer, mentally visualizing those beautiful mounds popping out, that would make him fall in love with them. He remembers her unconsciously confirming that she was braless and his eyes dart to the closet, remembering seeing the housekeeper packing her things inside. Rogers gets up hurriedly, opening the compartment doors. Looking around, he opens one of the drawers, finding some lace panties and other very provocative ones. Delicate... He thinks. He takes one, holding it up to his nose, inhaling the smell of the well-washed fabric, not caring at all if that action could be considered disgusting. Her member hardens, imagining her dressed only in that tiny piece in that elevator they met earlier today and Christopher walks calmly to the bathroom letting his perverted mind get the better of him. - Melanie ... - he closes his eyes, touching. Two weeks passed and with that Christopher got a new robe. He listened to Mário talk about her day, which was all about work, and found his favorite piece of clothing to touch. A rose gold baby doll with silk fabric. Without a doubt it was his favorite, just imagining her in that outfit made Rogers instantly hard. It was as if he managed to perfectly reproduce the image of those round breasts with their peaked peaks begging for attention. He imagined kissing that soft brown skin, cupping her pleasure zone, while he slowly took off that piece of clothing. Yes, he was a pervert, but it was nothing she didn't already know. In the city of Los Angeles, California, after finally managing to close an important contract, Melanie allows herself to sprawl in bed, feeling a hellish headache - the result of sleepless nights due to work. After catching up, she wakes up much more relaxed hearing her best friend knocking on the door. - Come on - she stretches, going to answer it. - Good morning, Amanda. - Good morning, Melanie - the secretary enters with the food cart, setting up shop on the sofa. - I brought us Waffles - she starts to serve herself, watching her friend return to bed. - I thought our flight was tomorrow, why are we staying here for another week if we don't have to? - Because I don't want to meet my pervert husband - she begins to feel attracted to the smell of coffee. - Come and have breakfast - Amanda calls her. The brunette gets up from the bed with her hair messy, sitting next to her friend on the sofa and starts to have a snack too. - Can you believe he said he touches himself thinking about me? - You've only repeated that about 10 times since we arrived in California - the redhead takes a bite, not really caring. - Your indifference is terrible - he stares at her. -And what did you want me to say? - She takes a sip of coffee. - You left the man alone on his honeymoon to come here to work. If he wants to touch himself, let him do it, until today he has never tried anything forced with you. - That's not the problem, it was clearly a lie when she said she thought about me - she starts laughing as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world. - It seems like I'm sexy enough to make a man... There! - She gets hit on the head. - I already told you to stop belittling yourself! - looks at her. - It's not at all strange for a man like that to want you, you need to look more in the mirror. - Creature, I'm your boss! - And my best friend too, as long as you continue to belittle yourself I will continue to hit you in the head. Melanie looks like she has few friends, munching on her breakfast. - You said he didn't take his eyes off your breasts, right? - the redhead restarts the conversation. - He was almost drooling, he didn't even bother to hide it. - Dressed like that, I highly doubt he even tried. - It doesn't matter, he shouldn't act like a wild animal. - My friend, he does have to act like a wild animal with you because you are his wife. The weird thing is if he acted indifferent after seeing his boobs. - He didn't see my breasts, he saw my cleavage - he corrects her. - It doesn't make any difference, if he were shirtless in front of you, I doubt you wouldn't be staring either - he looks at his cell phone. - Of course not! - She speaks as if it were absurd. - It's not just because he's my husband that I have to keep undressing him with my eyes. - It's because he's your husband that you have to do this! - turns the cell phone towards her. - Look what a hot guy. - I don't want to... Ouch! - takes the cell phone from her hand, zooming in on the shirtless man with

saw him without a shirt - sees her very interested in the photo. - Go to the side, there's more. - Isn't what is beautiful to see? After all, he is my husband. Hypocrite... Amanda rolls her eyes in thought. The brunette stops in a photo, zooming in on his ass and admires the Venus dimple at the end of his back. - This should be considered pornography - Melanie comments without thinking. - No, pervert - she drinks her coffee. - This is an advertisement for jeans.

You're the one imagining him naked! - Who said that? - She doesn't look away from her cell phone, running her fingernail along the path of fine hair, until her cheeks turn red at the thought of undoing that zipper. The package appears to be large. She thinks with a naughty smile on her face. - Can you give me my cell phone back or do you want to go to the bathroom with it? - Believe me, I don't do that kind of thing. Melanie returns it like it's no big deal, finishing her breakfast. - How long will it stay like this? - Like this? - She gets up from the bed, picking up her clothes to go to work. - Pretend you're not attracted to him. - And I don't feel it, I was just looking at his advertisement - she enters the bathroom. - The size of his propaganda, you mean! Melanie pretends not to hear and gets ready to go to work. Leaving the room with her friend, the two walk to the elevator talking. - Melanie, let's go back tomorrow, there's nothing left to do here. - If you want, you can come back, I'll wait for the three weeks to end. - Stop running away friend, that way you'll end up hurting yourself in the worst way. The brunette looks directly at the door sullenly, not wanting to listen. The elevator doors open, the two walk through the parking lot until they get into the car. - Seriously Mel, have you ever thought about coming home and he's in your bed with someone else. Melanie brakes sharply, but drives again as if those words hadn't affected her. - He's not going to betray me just because of that and if he does, maybe I'm already waiting. - There you go with that again - the redhead gets angry. - Is that what you're looking for, getting horned? - No... - she gets uncomfortable. - But that's what it seems. Okay, you don't want to sleep with him, but you don't have to act like an idiot. - Amanda, I'm not... - What would you say if I told you I just got married and on my honeymoon I decided to go to work? - interrupts her. Melanie remains silent, not having the courage to respond. - It's just one more week... - the brunette whispers. - One more week to be betrayed. - Amanda! - Amanda nothing - the redhead snorts. - This time you will listen to me whether you want it or not! She takes out her frustration on him because of her father and forgets that Rogers will be the salvation of MD Will's. In addition to putting up with your tantrums, does she still have to act as a doormat? Really tell me just one reason why you hate him so much. - I don't even need to say it, you look at that naughty face. - And you look like a spoiled girl and yet you're not. Would you like people to treat you like a daddy's girl? - But of course not... - Then why do you treat him like a chicken? The brunette opens her mouth to respond, but it's difficult to argue. - You've seen the news about him - she finds a point. - And have you looked at the news about you? - makes her shut up. - You know as well as I do that the media is very fanciful and that it has a side. I doubt you would like to be judged by the things that appear in magazines. Melanie drives with her head down for the ear tug, so embarrassed that she can't even open her mouth. - The question is, do you want to spend the rest of your life taking out the anger your father gives you on your husband? Is it worth living in a fighting home? - For the rest of your life? - My love, you are married! - makes her wake up. - Hasn't it sunk in yet? Melanie shakes her head no. - Boss, when I get home, I just want to relax and enjoy my husband. You don't need to advance anything now, but it's better to start somewhere. I can't believe you want to come home and start fighting as soon as you see him. - I don't want this... - she says softly. - Then you need to stop being so stubborn and sort things out with him. By behaving like this, you're just giving him reasons to find someone else. Silence reigns in the vehicle, making Amanda's words echo in the brunette's head. - I hate it when you're right - Melanie snorts, earning a laugh from her friend. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Amanda was right in everything she said. She had judged Christopher by his appearance and taken out all the anger she felt about that marriage on him, when it was her father who practically sold her. Melanie already left a home full of fights and didn't want to enter another, so she would make an effort to try to restart things with her husband and at least try to be friends. 2 Getting settled in Queens, Melanie and Amanda walk hurriedly, ready to take the first taxi to return to Manhattan, tired from the trip. A little further on, a man in a suit and tie meets the brunette, greeting her respectfully. - Good afternoon, Mrs. Rogers, my name is Anthony Torres, I'm Mr. Rogers' private driver and he asked me to drop you off at home safely. She smiles sympathetically at the older man's politeness and greets him too. - Good afternoon, Mr. Torres. - You can call me Anthony, miss. - If I'm going to call you Anthony, I want you to stop being Mrs. Rogers and call me Melanie. - I'll try, but I can't promise anything. She agrees and introduces her friend. - This is Amanda Wilson, my best friend, could you drop her off at home first? - Good afternoon - the redhead greets him. - Good afternoon, miss - he greets her with a nod. - You don't need to ask me for anything, I'm at your service. - I don't think it will be necessary Melanie, Dener has just arrived - she points to a black boy getting out of his sports BMW. - Call me later, now I have to go. Have a good afternoon, Mrs. Rogers, Mr. Torres - says goodbye. - Anthony, miss - he corrects her. - Good afternoon then, Antony - I smiled at you. - Goodbye. The redhead turns around, taking hurried steps, until she finally runs, falling into the arms of her husband who kisses her away, eliciting a smile from Melanie who is watching the scene. How cute. She thinks. - Would you like to be received like that? - the oldest takes her out of her reveries. - Mr. Christopher was going to come and pick her up personally, but he thought her presence might make her uncomfortable. Melanie smiles awkwardly and shakes her head. - He didn't need to bother - she says to Anthony, waving goodbye to Dener and Amanda from afar, watching them get into the car. - Christopher and I don't have that kind of relationship - she approaches the vehicle door. In respectful silence, the man opens the door for her and then places the bags in the trunk. Heading calmly to Manhattan, Melanie feel