The Billionaire's Contracted Fiancé

Sia Jenkin

I sat at the bar, surrounded by the pulsing music and the dimly lit club. It was one of those nights when SheVil Broadcasting Company organized casual hangouts. While my colleagues were enjoying themselves in the VIP lounge, I decided to have a drink at the bar instead. I didn't want to be around them, or at the club at all, for that matter.

I didn't have anything against clubs, but I was afraid of running into my ex, Jaxon Campbell. It had been a month since I broke up with him after catching him in bed with my cousin, Tessa. It had been a difficult time for me, and I had to go into therapy for two weeks. Free therapy was the only perk of being a junior reporter at SheVil.

The company was not great. The employees were underpaid, and hardworking ones like me never got a salary raise. Since I couldn't afford therapy, I took advantage of the free sessions provided by the company.

I hated that Jaxon cheated on me with my cousin, Tessa. It wasn't just the cheating, but the reason behind it. Did he no longer find me attractive after three years together? The thought was overwhelming. Thankfully, I was out of therapy now.

As I sat at the bar, I waited for the bartender to be free, then slipped her a ten.

"Something to drink? It's on the house," she said.

"How about a dirty martini?" I asked.

"Not a problem," the bartender replied, mixing the drink and handing it to me. I gave her another ten and took the glass. As I sipped the martini, the vodka with a tinge of sweetness from vermouth burned a fiery trail from my mouth to my gut. The drink left a refreshing aftertaste.

I dropped the glass, smiled at the bartender, and got on my feet, adjusting my red dress that stopped mid-thigh with spaghetti straps and heels.

As I grabbed my bag, I felt my phone vibrate. I took it out and saw a message in the company's group chat from the head of the department.

"I hope everyone got home safely? Be sure to go to bed early. Good night, team members."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. How could everyone have already left without me? It wasn't the first time; people always seemed to forget me. It was as if I was invisible and didn't exist.

I got used to it as I grew up. I didn't have both parents; they died in a car accident when I was just three. I didn't have any siblings either, except for my adopted sister, Zoya, who left three years ago to be the mistress of a rich old man.

I had never blamed Zoya for leaving everything behind and running away; she had her own life and needs.

I exhaled as I clutched my phone tightly in my hand and made my way towards the exit. My phone beeped again, and I let out a dramatic gasp. I thought the HOD asked us to go to bed early, so why was she sending another text to the group again?

I held my phone up to my face to see what the text was about, but I realized it wasn't a group text. It was from my landlord.

"I think I've helped you enough. Your rent is three months overdue, and I've been trying to understand you. If I don't get the payment by the end of the month, you'll have to move out."

Could this night get any worse? How was I supposed to get the money for the rent before the end of the month? I was already swimming in debts after I used all my savings to get Jaxon out of jail three months ago when he was accused of stealing from his rich boss. I still woke up every day regretting that horrible decision I made.

I took a deep breath and tried to control the tears from spilling. "You're over him, Sia. Do not cry," I reassured myself.

I walked back to the bar and slipped the bartender a ten again. "Four shots of tequila," I said as I took a seat again. As long as I could drink, I felt numb, and numb was good; numb didn't hurt.

After taking a few shots, I felt a lot freer than I thought I'd get. I felt like I had no care in the world. I had forgotten my problems; the fact that I was probably going to be homeless in a few days, the fact that I had an underpaid job and would probably never be able to get a decent place to live again, the fact that I was drowning in debts and had no idea how I was going to clear them.

But right now, I wasn't bothered. I slowly stood up and moved to the dance floor. The music moved me like puppets on strings, my head mashing so hard that my brain was in shut-down mode.

There was so much sweat on my skin, and not all of it was mine because I found myself moving from one dance partner to another. My legs suddenly turned to jelly, and my palms became sweaty. I felt my face turn purple as a chill of unease ran down my spine and settled in my stomach. Oh my God, I was definitely going to throw up.

I hurried out of the club room into the hallway and ended up in a quiet suite in the VIP lounge. I quickly found the bathroom, lifted the lid, crouched down on my knees, and threw up.

Afterward, I slowly stood up and washed my face in the sink. I stepped back into the quiet suite. It was crazy of me to rush into someone's private space to throw up. The suite was spacious and had an open archway that connected the small living room to the bedroom.

A minibar, a couch, an armchair, an ottoman, and a coffee table occupied the living room side. A vase full of freshly cut white lilies filled the air with a heady perfume. How could such a big suite exist in this club? Some people were just so lucky.

Feeling exceptionally bold-or maybe more drunk than I should be-I staggered to the minibar and poured myself a drink. Might as well enjoy the luxury while I was here.

After two shots, I made my way out of the suite into the dimly lit hall and bumped into someone. Exasperated, I looked up into the face of the most attractive man I had ever seen. Obsidian hair, jade-green dreamy eyes, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, and designer stubble.

He was at least a head taller than me, his broad shoulders impossibly wide. Unlike the other men at the club, he was wearing a black suit, cut to show off his trim waist. He had a devil-may-care grin that framed his handsome features.

"Are you the girl Chizzy sent?" Mr. Dreamy Eyes asked slowly, leaning against the wall.

Despite the coldness of the tone, there was a dark edge to it that put my lady parts on edge. In a very good but slightly inappropriate way.

I still wasn't sure who Chizzy was or who sent who. Standing still and confused, he staggered to where I was standing and suddenly smiled at me.

"You just came out of my suite. I guess you're the one Chizzy sent," Mr. Dreamy Eyes said again.

"Yes," I found myself saying.

My gaze flickered from him to the floor. Then I stared into his lustful eyes down to his lips. They were lush with a perfect Cupid bow. I tried not to moan, but hell, I did, and he heard. There was no way I was going to leave without tasting those lips. And a one-night stand if I had the chance.

My life was already fucked up, so why not fuck it up even more?

Sia Jenkins

Mr Dreamy Eyes was still staring at me, and I stared right back as he leaned in and kissed me. He tasted like scotch and of something I had never tasted before. Something that sent a tingling fire down my spine.

He kissed me gently and then, as if he was reaching for something more, he pinned me against the wall in the hallway and kissed me harder. His lips were warm and so soft, his hair brushed against my face.

I didn't care if we were in the hallway and someone could easily see us. I just wanted him, all of him.

His mouth, coupled with the way his hand was sliding down my arm, was all too much. I just whimpered. As soon as the sound left my lips, he pressed me harder against the wall. His left hand was caressing my cheek and his right hand was gripping me by the waist, pulling me against him. I moved my lips against his, wanting more.

My hands traveled to his shoulder and I slowly gripped his toned arms. He suddenly pulled away and stared deep into my eyes. I tried to catch my breath as he suddenly held my wrist and pulled me to the door to his suite.

He held the door open for me to enter I did before he also stepped in and closed the door behind him. Now in the suite, I didn't hesitate to kiss him again. He kissed me right back. He kissed me softly, gently and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pullling him closer.

Mr Dreamy Eyes lifted me off the ground and I realized he was taking me to the room. The world seemed to spin as I fell onto the soft mattress with him leaning over me, caging me between his arms and body. Instead of feeling trapped, anticipation pulsed through my system.

Our mouths still fused, he reached for my zip and pulled it down. I reached down and tried to pull my dress over my head without moving my lips from his until I had to. He helped me and kissed me as I arched my back to unhook my bra.

With my dress and bra out of the way, he hooked his fingers on the tiny waist string on my thong and pulled it down. Once I was stripped of everything except my heels, his warm, large hands on my knees kept me spread wantonly.

Then I felt his finger slipping into my pussy. I clenched around it, silently demanding more. He added another, and I rocked my pelvis, lost in the moment.

Oh my God. Oh my God. How could this feel so good?

My whole being was buoyant, like a balloon flying in the air. Then it came, an orgasm that swept through me like a storm. I screamed, digging my fingers into his hair. Holy shit. I didn't know it could be this good.

Mr Dreamy Eyes stood over me, his mouth curved with masculine satisfaction. He was still in his shirt and slacks, all neat and tidy. I wanted him as naked as me, bare to my view.

"Take off your clothes," I whispered over the rapid hammering of my heart.

His eyes on mine, he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped out of it, then removed the rest of his clothes. His body was stunning-a powerfully proportioned frame layered with muscle that rippled every time he moved. Watching him was like watching a work of art come to life.

And his cock...Oh my. It was so long, so thick. Tipped with the most perfectly shaped head.

I wanted it. And I wanted him.

I slowly went down on my knee and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was thick, heavy and hot. I kissed it, rubbed it against my cheeks and face, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. I put the whole cock into my mouth, and aimed it towards the back of my throat, gagging, making more saliva.

He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. I slowly got up and he started kissing me again as I laid on the soft mattress. He climbed on top of me, his fingers, sliding into my pussy again and kept stroking me. Long, short, fast, slow. I was moaning, digging my fingers into his upper arm.

His head started to migrate downward, I swallowed with anticipation at having his mouth close around my nipples. But instead, he pressed hot kisses between them and moved lower until he was kissing the soft flesh of my belly. His head dipped lower, closing his mouth over my pussy.

He drove his tongue inside of me, setting off another moan. He stroked me, gently. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing, I felt my nipple rise and it statled me.

"Shhh," he whispered.

Mr Dreamy Eyes started kissing me again, my belly up to my neck. Waves of pleasure surged through me as my hands came off his shoulder and moved down his chest.

He kissed my swan like neck down to my breasts as his palms cupped my breasts. God, it felt so good. I moaned as the pads of his thumbs circled over my nipples. The pleasure was so intense.

I wanted to kiss him forever. I blocked out the thought about what this was, what it might mean and what further mess I might create for myself.

He turned me over and pulled me to his lap. Slowly, he drove his cock into me in one stroke, hard and fast. I swallowed deeply, my body arching. The invasion felt so good, so large inside me.

He thrust slowly inside of me and I moaned, biting my lower lip. He moved again and again, taking me in his own pace and I moved with him. Our endless pants match each tiger as we kissed, touched and felt. I was overwhelmed by it all.

He was moving, driving in and out of me with a power and control that left me breathless and shaking. He placed his mouth on my neck, his lips and tongue dancing over the sensitive skin.

He moved faster and faster, whispering words of seduction into my ears. I reached my climax, calling out his name in a gobbled whisper. He let out a low rumble and then went absolutely rigid as his own climax hit.

He fell beside me, and kissed me on my lips, then neck before he pulled out of me. My heart was going a thousand beats a minute. I watch his get up and disappear into the bathroom.

Okay, that was definitely the best sex I've had in a long time. Time to leave.

I started to get up but Mr Dreamy Eyes appeared from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but feel my heart race. Every detail of his muscular physique seemed to glow in the dim light, making me feel almost breathless. I had never felt this much excitement.

His piercing jade-green eyes met mine, and i felt my cheeks heat up as I looked away.

"Where are you going?" his sonorous rumbling voice filled the room and I felt my thigh clench.

"We're done having sex, which was great. I gotta go now." I replied in my most nonchalant voice, then shrugged to hide the awkwardness.

"Oh..." he trailed off, walking over to the side on the bed. "Stay a little longer,"

I couldn't say no. My body wouldn't let me. I wanted to lay beside him all night and stay in his arms.

"Okay." I said and laid down back.

Mr Dreamy Eyes laid next to me and held out his arms. I laid my head on his shoulder and his arms folded around me and he pressed me close. His skin was warm to the touch and his breathing was slowing back to its normal rhythm.

I loved the way his breath fanned my neck, it gave me the kind of warm comfort I had never experienced with a man before.

Sia Jenkins

"You did what?!" Preston's voice echoed through the office corridors as he held his palms over

his mouth.

I lifted my latte cup to my lips and took a sip as I watched him. I didn't think he would be this

shocked to know about me having a one night stand with someone I barely knew. Normally, he

was the type that was never freaked out about anything, nothing ever rattled him.

Preston had a Mohican cut and scythe shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half dome

cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. He had brown eyes and long lashes. And he was always

on black shirts and black slacks. He was wearing the same thing today.

"Keep your voice down," I said slowly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He took a deep breath and leaned against the railings, then took a deep breath again like he

was gathering the energy to talk some sense into me.

"So, you met a guy last night," he started and I nodded. "Had sex with him even though you

barely knew him, spent all night in his arms, then snuck out of suite before he woke up?"

Yes, I snuck out of Mr Dreamy Eye's suite early this morning before he woke up. Last night was

great but it would be awkward in the morning, when we'd have to put our clothes back on and

there wouldn't be the cover of night to lend a dreamy atmosphere to what we had done.

"That's kinda it," I replied.

"Who are you?" the corners of his lips twitched and he leaned in a little closer, "How was it?"

A gigantic grin spread across my face and my eyes lit up like the sky on the fourth is July. There

was no right words that could actually describe how amazing it was. It was like Mr Dreamy Eyes

took my whole body and soul to another level I had never experienced before.

When I didn't respond to his question, Preston pressed further, "I'm guessing it was great with

that mischievous grin on your lips."

"Yeah, it was."

"So, what do you plan on doing?"

Before I could respond, I felt my phone beep in my jean's back pocket. I reached for it and

handed my latte cup to Preston. It was a text from the HOD, Emily Sean, my least favorite

person at the office.

I didn't like that Emily always acted high and mighty because she was the company owner's

cousin.

"Come to my office now," I read the text out loud and mentally rolled my eyes. Such a brat.

"Emily?" Preston asked, noticing the suddenly change in my mood.

"Yeah. I gotta go."

I made my way down the corridor and back into the office. The office building was a five storey

building and SheVil Broadcasting Company occupied the forth floor with a total of eighteen

employees and three teams.

I knocked on the door twice before entering into the little office. Emily's office wasn't anything

special, she had just a desk and two chairs on both sides of the desk. One for her and one for

visitors. Then she had a little PC on the desk and a stack of papers. I thought of the office as

more of an interrogating room because it didn't have the glamour nor the amazement of a

standard office.

"You called for me?" I asked as I took a seat across her.

She didn't raise her head to look at me, her eyes were glued to her PC like she was dedicatedly

working on something but we all knew she was just trying to act like a devoted employee while

the other team members did the work.

Emily exhaled and finally met my gaze. She gave me a fond smile, which creeped me out. She

always gifted me with the exact same smile every time she wanted to spring some bullshit. Now,

I was definitely scared of what she was about to say.

"Sia..." she trailed off as her gaze weavered. "I have an important task for you and if you

succeed, you might actually get a raise."

The only word I held on to was 'raise.' I really needed it and I would do anything to get a raise.

But on the dark side, I couldn't be too sure what the task was-it might involve me sacrificing my

head.

"What's it about?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask.

She exhaled sharply and sunk into her seat, "I'm sure you know who Alexander Luis-Diaz is."

she waited for me to say something but I nodded instead. "A lot of reporters have been trying yo

get an exclusive interview with him but they've failed."

"And..." I already knew what she was getting at.

"If you can get him to do an interview with SheVil, you might actually get a raise." She finally

said.

An interview to get a raise? I was definitely down for it. But I wasn't sure who Alexander

Luis-Diaz was. The name didn't ring a a bell.

"Can I ask who he is?"

Emily stared at me like I had been living under a rock, "How could you not know?" she eyes

remained wide open and she gasped again, "He's a multi-billionaire and a big deal in the real

estate world. He owns properties worth billions all over Chicago and wide. He's__"

I interrupted Emily, "That's enough,"

She didn't like the way I shut her up and it was evident from the way she rolled her eyes. Then

she gave me a creepy smile again and pulled out an envelope from under the stacks of papers

on her desk.

Emily slide the envelope across the desk to my side, "Mr Luis-Diaz's grandmother's birthday is

next week. This is a vip pass to the party. Go to the party, find him and make sure to convince

him to do the exclusive interview. Remember, a raise is at stake. You can leave."

I forced a smile, took the envelope and walked out of the office. I wasn't sure what kind of

person Mr Luis-Diaz was and if he would agree to the exclusive interview but at least I was

going to get to attend a billion dollar party once in my life time.

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