The CEO's Contract Bride

-I would use Mia's POV throughout the chapters.-

8:30 PM, Westlake Village, Los Angeles.

The rain poured. I was glad I could rush into the restaurant with just a few drops to dampen my clothes.

The server standing by the door handed me a cloth to wrap around my body, and I accepted it. His face lit up with a welcoming smile I had no choice but to return.

A thank you was about to leave my lips when I froze in my spot. There he was, the man I had loved for 3 years, kissing another woman.

My body shivered, and I found my bearing again, moving closer to where he was. The fancy restaurant didn't matter, the table of four didn't matter, neither did the aroma of food matter.

I blurted out my thoughts. "So I rushed out of my house looking all beautiful just to find you kissing another woman?" I asked, my fist tightening against my purse.

Ryan, shocked, focused his attention on me. There was panic in his eyes before it returned to a cold, indifferent one.

"Seat down first..." He ordered in a cold and detached tone, quite different from the warm and sweet voices that whispered and said sweet nothings to me.

I refused to sit and remained standing there. I knew that if I sat on that chair, I would be nothing more than an object and wouldn't be able to show my anger.

"Just say anything you want to say. I have a hunch, but I want you to say it yourself," I asked in a muffled and tired voice. My lips bore the marks of my teeth as I tried to mask the intense trembling coursing through me.

"Let's Break Up." I wobbled as the words left his lips, feeling the urge to throw up.

"What?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Mia. I don't love you anymore. Can we not do this to ourselves? You were boring and you wouldn't even let me fuck you, how do you think I would stay loving a woman like you?" He frowned tired of saying too much and I got it, I was now a pest to him and it didn't matter.

He even looked away from me and at the woman by his side. A gentle warmth emanated from his eyes as they fixed upon her, while his gaze towards me grew cold.

Tears clouded my eyes, as I swiped it out of my face. It was a promise I made to myself to never cry for a man and I won't be breaking that rule for a stupid man like Ryan.

I rushed out of the restaurant, not forgetting to return the cloth to the server. Whipped my phone out of my purse and dialed Maisie's number.

here was this need to just get swallowed by the night. Every bone in my body trembled to bring me down to tears, but I didn't want to cry, not here.

Once Maisie's line went through, I tried so much to hide the pain in my voice as she asked what. I wanted to spill it to her, but swallowed it down.

"Let's go partying Maisie... I am sick of everything. Let's just go party." I urged her and she hummed in response.

"Alright meet you at the club in 10 min" she urged, and I quickly hung up the phone.

I hailed a cab and jumped, almost thoroughly soaked. I immediately texted Maisie to bring a dress for me.

****

Finally, as I stopped at the Red Run club, I found Maisie already waiting for me with a bag in her hand. As always, she looked hot, as if she was made for the party.

She spotted me and her face lit into a smile. When she accessed my condition, she frowned.

Great, I guess I looked like a rain-soaked puppy in the rain.

She rushed towards me and dragged me to a public bathroom for a change of clothes. We had to hurry because the place smelled of old men.

Once we were out, hearing the thumping bass echo out of the club, my bones were cackling with the need to jump in.

Once we approached the bouncers, they easily let us through. The bouncers easily let us through, and Maisie, being of high class, received special VIP perks because she could afford it.

My mother got hospitalized and yet I couldn't even afford her medical bills... One should pity me.

I followed beside her, hand in hand, as they led us to our usual spot, the VIP lounge. It felt more like a cozy space above the dance floor where crowds of people gathered and rubbed bodies against each other than a place with loud music.

If it wasn't because of Maisie, I wouldn't find myself in this club for no reason.

Laughter and chatter, plus the music, created a vibrant symphony that would draw you to join them on the dance floor. And Maisie was no exception. She even forgot to ask what was wrong, but after looking at me from time to time, I knew she still cared about me.

The VIP section was mad lively too, but not so crowded. Servers were all around at the beck and call of the people here, so I could order two bottles of vodka to be delivered to the table that was meant for me and Maisie.

Maisie went into the groove as soon as she stepped into the VIP lounge. Some of her regular friends found her and they began to shake it on the dance floor.

My vodka was the only thing I could use as my companion. Uncorking the bottle despite the server who offered to help me, I was ready to get drunk tonight.

Pouring in a glass full of vodka, I raised the glass and swirled it a bit, watching the disco lights reflect on the clear liquid. Remembering what the doctor told me, I downed it in one go, scrunching my nose into a frown because of the bitter taste.

Pouring in another glass, I remembered the words that Ryan said to me and downed the vodka harshly, my fingers gripping the glass tightly.

Slamming the glass on the table, I glared into the distance. "You fucking bastard!" I yelled as I poured more into the glass and downed it in one go.

I regret not slapping him once or twice-we had been together for quite some time. How could he change in just a short period?

I was just on the verge of tears when I felt someone was staring at me. Too long for me to notice.

Taking a slight turn of my head, I made direct contact with a hottie. Dangerous steel-blue eyes that judged me like I was the one who murdered his whole family.

I mean, why was he looking at me so intensely? But for one thing, he was hot.

"You wouldn't even let me fuck you..." Ryan's words echoed in my head and I could not help but check this specimen with my eyes scanning him from head to toe.

Taking my bottle of vodka and my almost empty glass, I walked to my prey.

If Ryan dumped me because I didn't have sex, maybe fucking another man would please him? I smiled at the stranger while I came closer to his desk.

The craziest thing was that he never broke contact with me.

I sat beside him, funny a very hot businessman like him was sitting alone with women flaunting their bodies on him. Was he really okay down there?

I poured myself another full cup of vodka and then another one into his glass, which was empty.

"I wonder what a fine man like you is doing here alone?" I asked.

I had made sure I sounded seductive and not scared with the slight tremble in my voice.

I was already nervous inside because I didn't know how to request a one-night stand from a stranger I barely even knew.

"Would you like to get out of here and turn up the heat?" He suddenly asked in a gruff voice, throwing me off guard.

He ran a hand through his tousled black hair, and my stomach bubbled with excitement.

No voice had ever influenced me until now, but as soon as those words slipped out of his lips, I felt an intense heat in between my legs and I tightened them by instinct.

"If you are ready..." I blurted out as I downed the whole cup of vodka, and he showed me the most lovely smile ever as he downed his cup too elegantly without even spilling a single one.

Extending his hands towards me, he lifted me from the sofa and took me with him, and I could not help but follow behind him like an obedient cat.

"Mia?" I heard my friend call out for me, but I couldn't even think straight.

"I am going to be a woman, Maisie..." I whispered without even looking back.

I found myself in a private room I never even knew existed in the red room club.

The room was aesthetically pure black as if it was made for him. I stood by the door as I watched him slowly remove his suit and undo his tie.

When he was done, I could see his hard and muscled chest threatening to rip his collared shirt apart.

He was the definition of slim but muscular. Looking ripe in every area, I couldn't help but look at the slight bulge in his pants.

"Is something bothering you?..." I heard him ask as he stepped closer to me. I sucked in a sharp breath as soon as I heard his voice. Could a person's voice be this unholy?

He cooly looked at me like I was his prey and I saw I could lose myself in his unpredictable gaze. Was this going to be the best decision I could make?

"You seem interesting, little bunny," he mused, as his long fingers gently tucked a strand of my hair I didn't even know was there, behind my ears. "That's why I kept staring at you. I didn't want you crying for someone else other than for me when I fuck you."

I shivered as his fingers caressed my cheeks. Tingles rose in the pity of my stomach, and my pussy drooled at what he said. I felt wet just standing there and being touched by him.

"Is there something you want right now?" He asked, his voice dripping like honey into my ears. Captivating and soothing combined in one voice.

I can't believe I am saying this, but all I wanted to do was get a kiss from him, a passionate one that would erase every painful memory.

"I want you-" My breath hitched as I saw him seductively lick his lips while his eyes zeroed down on my lips filled with lust.

He didn't even wait for me to speak again and as I parted my lips; he enclosed it with his, sliding his wet tongue into my mouth and entangling it with my tongue.

His hand circled my neck dangerously and just the thrill of him knowing he could snap it easily made me moan.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed his other hand on my waist, gripping me tightly that I had to stand on tippy toes.

Tingles were felt with every place his lips touched. My neck, my cheeks, and even my shoulders, he bit, left a tingling sensation that left me aching down there.

"I am a virgin," I confessed, breathing out when we slightly broke the kiss.

Instead of the initial pissed-off reaction I would expect from a normal person, the man before me threw his head back and roared with laughter, his eyes which I glimpsed at sparkled with amusement.

I felt weird, darting my eyes here and there as I waited for him to finish, but he continued and I rolled my eyes unamused.

"Are you done?" I snapped, my tone clipped as I crossed my hands against my chest.

He finally stopped laughing and then caught me off guard by kissing me again.

This time I expected his kisses and I could not help but feel drunk from it. This was just desire, but this was so dangerous that it was scary.

While kissing me, he suddenly scooped me up in his powerful arms, lifting me off the ground with ease. Our lips never broke contact as he carried me.

He devoured my lips to the extent my whole body felt weak, his huge hands clasping my butt and squeezing them.

I didn't want to let go of this drug I was so addicted to. Feeling his warmth with his body pressed against mine, I could feel his rippled muscle beneath his shirt and his groin pressed against my core.

Suddenly I felt my back colliding with the soft sheets of the bed but that didn't stop us. He deepened the kiss as his hand roamed around my thighs sending waves of excitement coursing through my body.

I could not believe he had left me wanting more, a stranger I had barely known, but this was entirely what I wanted.

After some time, our lips finally broke apart, our breathing heavy and our hearts racing. I could not help but feel a sense of loss.

With a smug expression and with his eyes fixated on my lips, he declared. "Even if you weren't a virgin, I would claim you so thoroughly that your body would only crave my touch and my seed."

His words sent shivers down my spine, and my heart could not help but thump against my chest.

I knew it was desire; just sex; mad hormones, but right now, I didn't want to fucking stop.

Seeing how speechless I was, he smirked, something I caught on as he leaned in and claimed my lips once again. The soft whimper that escaped my lips seemed to have ignited a fire in him as he roughly kissed me ever intensely.

He caressed my hips and pinched them, making me wince in between our kisses.

Just on cue, when I unintentionally bit his lips, he broke our kiss and the next second, his hands were everywhere, tearing at my clothes with a fierce determination that left me breathless.

He did it so cleanly that he didn't even touch my skin, but focused on the clothes obstructing his view.

I gasped as the fabric gave way, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I could feel his gaze on me, hot and hungry, like a wolf in heat as he took in every inch of my body.

I gulped. No one had ever looked at me the way he did. His gaze was full of desire but with an unrestrained warmth like he was pulling himself together.

As soon as his fingers touched my bare stomach, it sent shivers wrecking my body, and I arched my body for him, new to this feeling.

With a low growl that made my heart skip a beat, he leaned in again and claimed my lips, his hands roaming over my body as if trying to get me ready.

I felt dizzy to the point I couldn't think anymore. Our lips broke apart again, but this time he nibbled on my neck, kissing and leaving a reddened spot as he moved down to every inch of my skin.

My voice went from low groans to moans, so raw my face flushed in embarrassment.

I was practically lost in the moment, as he had thrown me into a mess, my body trembling in pleasure as he found a way to my area and then paused.

I gasped, my eyes flying open as he shed my underwear, leaving me utterly exposed to his satisfaction.

I quickly used my palm to cover that area, only for him to groan in dissatisfaction.

"Let me see it, Mama..." He growled in a low husky tone. I tensed as my cheeks burned red in utter embarrassment. I was already leaking with thick arousal from all his touching. Why did he want to see it?

"There you go...." he growled.

His eyes darkened in desire as he spread my pussy lips apart. I gripped the bed sheets, my heart was racing. I bit my lips nervously, a habit that I had picked up since I was a kid.

I looked down to check what he was doing, only for him to stare at it for a while as if checking his food before leaning over and placing his tongue on my clit.

My legs trembled, and I felt a sweet sensation pulse in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to feel more and my desires were answered.

He lapped on my clit like it was some sort of saving grace, and each time he did, I would arch my back and let him dig in, wanting him to move his tongue further.

"Ugh," I groaned as he suddenly used his fingers to tease my clit while he used his tongue to tease my little virgin hole, driving me insane as if waiting for me to break so he could pick the crumbs.

And then it happened-my body shuddered with pleasure, my release washing over me like a wave.

I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as I surrendered to the pleasure. It was nothing I had ever experienced before, raw, primal, and completely consuming.

"I wanted more"

Feeling a burning sensation against my skin, I furrowed my brows and slowly opened my eyes, adjusting them to the light. Groaning as I stretched out my limbs, only for them to hurt as hell.

Memories from last night replayed in my mind. My eyes widened in realization.

My cheeks reddened as I remembered the things we had done, the way we had gone wild all night. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced all my life.

But as I looked down at myself, I realized I was clothed in his shirt.

I buried my nose in the collar of his shirt and inhaled. He smelled like strawberries, quite feminine for a man like him.

I walked to the mirror just in front of the bed and looked at the hickeys that spread across my skin down to my legs.

That could explain why I was sore everywhere. I looked down at the table and found a thick envelope and a box just beside it.

I lifted it, and just then my eyes widened. I scampered to the bed and took my phone from my purse just to be shocked.

"9 AM, shit I am cooked," I cursed, quickly picking up the envelope, opening it to find a paper and cold bundles of cash in it.

I shrugged, thinking he was just rewarding me for a good night. I needed the money!

I quickly hailed a cab, and it didn't take long for me to reach the hospital in time to pay the bills. The money was more than enough.

I don't know if I will see him again, but if we meet again, I would love to say thank you.

I was just on the way to my mother's ward when one nurse stopped me. I had not received a call from Maisie, so I guess she was still hungover.

I nodded to the nurse, and she directed me to the doctor's office. She extended her hands to the door, and I bowed my head slightly.

When she left, I took in a deep breath, readying myself for what the doctor was going to say to me.

I carefully opened the door and popped my head in, ready to greet the doctor with a cheerful smile.

"Oh..." Wait... My eyes widened in shock.

I shut the door back, and I drew in rapid breaths. Maybe I was just seeing things, but the rush of memories from last night caused my core to ache.

"Miss Mia Athens, you can come in now." The doctor's voice filtered through the doors.

I almost forgot to breathe, as I froze in place. I turned back to face the door and taking a painful gulp, I twisted the knob.

I opened the door and popped my head in again, smiling at the doctor and not looking at the passionate man in a tuxedo sitting there.

"Oh, hi doctor. How have you been?" I asked, a smile spread across my lips.

"I have been okay, um, come. Sit down beside Mr. Asher here." He replied, beckoning to the chair beside my handsome war God.

I almost didn't want to comply, but I just had to. I took for the chair without even looking towards the 'Mr. Asher'

"Well, alright, let's talk about your mother's case first." He cleared his throat as he settled his hands on the table.

The doctor explained that my mother had heart cancer, with a tumour that had dangerously grown in her heart.

I could not help but shudder at the weight of the doctor's words. My fist tightened against my thighs as a thousand things ran through my head.

One of them was that I didn't want my mother to die.

He talked about the surgery and the chemotherapy and was then elated to tell me that the rest of the bills had been paid by "Mr. Asher" and I regret not knowing his full name.

I violently turned my head to look at him, my brows raised and my lips pumped into a pout. "Say what now?"

"So I would leave you both to discuss for a while," the doctor added with a soft smile as his eyes darted between me and my hot stranger.

Wait, no don't go! I couldn't voice out the voice in my head till the door closed in front of me.

The hair at the back of my head stood on the ends. I knew he was boring holes at me, and crimson spread across my cheeks.

"Miss Mia." He murmured, and I flinched.

I turned my head slowly to face him, and I almost melted yet again. If I could turn into water, I would do it right away.

"That dress looks wonderful on you." He mused, taking my appearance with his blue eyes from head to toe.

I felt insignificant under his gaze. I cleared my throat, snapping my eyes shut and opening them to clear my mind of unholy things.

"What are you doing here? How did you know about me?" I rambled on, my eyes darting to the thick men standing behind him in black suits.

My eyes darted to them once in a while. Should I be scared?

"A little background check on you did the work." He muttered under his breath, his voice deep and bone-thrilling.

"Wait, that's an invasion of privacy." I scowled at him, and his lips drew into a smirk. I don't think I can do this.

"How? You are going to be my wife, is only right I do this much."

This much? What the f**k did he even mean by that?

"What do you mean, wife? I think you got the wrong person" I half laughed, and rolled my eyes. Is this some kind of trend?

I won't fall for it.

"No, I think I got the right person," he whispered huskily as he suddenly leaned in and looked at me. Maybe I might look like a red tomato now.

My heart was drumming fast against my ribcage.

"Now that we have settled this, you are coming with me." He suddenly declared and beckoned for his Goonies.

But then waved them off so they could stop. And then looked at me with a smirk perched at the corner of his lips.

My heart did a flip. That can't be good, right?

He suddenly picked me up like a bag of potatoes and carried me over his shoulder. When I tried to wiggle, he would slap my ass cheeks.

"I should have let you wear fucking jeans," he bit angrily.

My hair fell over my face and I couldn't even see anything. His shoulders nestled me like I weighed nothing.

I shouted, struggling to get down. dizziness set in, but this man took me out of the doctor's office.

"I don't even know your name!" I groaned in retaliation.

"It's Ryder, baby, Ryder, who is going to Ride you." That silenced me, I laid still on his arms and the only thing that echoed in my head was that he was going to Ride me.

I think I need Jesus, cause my mind is dirty.

****

We had visited all the stores at the mall, and he didn't forget to branch at the Mimiso store to get me whatever cute thing that I wanted.

At first, I was reluctant to let him buy me anything, but I didn't have a choice. The girls there were drooling for him and whenever they set their eyes on me, they threw me daggers with their gaze.

Only if eyes could kill.

And when I saw the shopping bags that filled the trunk, I was filled with ecstasy that I finally fulfilled my lifelong dream.

Break a bank! But wait, it wasn't my bank.

"It didn't even cost much," he taunted. My joyous expression must have pleased him so much that he had to step on it.

Who would want to marry this jerk?

While on the ride to God knows where both of us were silent. He was on a call one minute and the next minute he was typing something on his phone.

I assumed he was a busy man. The car did a stop, and I almost hit my head against the back of the driver's seat, which was easily stopped by Ryder's hand.

He smiled, and we went into the restaurant, which was a beautiful Japanese one, and I was amazed. I couldn't look like a first-timer, so I just let Ryder take me to wherever.

By the time we were settled into one of the private rooms and ordered what we wanted, he cleared his throat and I settled my eyes on him.

I smiled at him, as I got ready to receive what he was going to throw at me! To be his girlfriend, maybe?

"Here, sign this contract. Read through it. And sign it." He instructed, his face serious and lacking emotions.

"What?"