In His Grasp: Contract Wife

Mr. CEO

Nate was sitting in his own exclusive pod of the rooftop bar, way above the skyline, with 360-degree views of London city. Even this secluded, he still lacked some privacy, finding the bar too noisy.

As usual, several gorgeous women adorned his heated igloo.

The girls were chit-chatting, gesticulating plenty, and competing hard among themselves to get his attention.

But their efforts were all useless as their beauty didn't interest him much. Plus, they had not much new or brainy to say anyway.

"Do you want a massage? You look so tense." Emily, the skinny blonde, asked, already dropping her hand, drumming her long, bony fingers against his left shoulder.

"No," Nate didn't bother to look at the woman or thank her. He did that last night in the backseat of his car, twice.

Her mouths were warm, wet, and soft. And so was that other piece of hers. Nate, so unlike him, wasn't in the mood to get laid tonight. Even if he did, he finished with her.

That glass of red wine in his hand was all he was looking at, occasionally glancing at the city skyscrapers' lights blinking in front of him. Taking a few sips from his glass, he was rewinding the conversation he had with his parents earlier.

"We had it enough!" Phil Hill, his dear father, told him, and his darling mother, Karen Hill, added:

"If you don't get a girlfriend within the next three days, and I mean a real, serious girlfriend, you'll marry Lucinda Greece."

"Lucinda, who???" Defiantly, he screamed, sensing a vein popping on his forehead in irritation. Nate knew from where this had been coming. His father had said ages ago that he would not hand his company to someone without an heir, even if that someone was his only child.

"Lucinda Greece. If you refuse to marry her, you can forget the CEO position of Hill Corporation. You're thirty already. It's time to start a family and produce an heir." His father said too calmly for his liking. It meant he was dead serious about it.

"And I want the grandchildren," his mother declared, her voice almost pleading, only to change it to a demanding tone, "And forget that ballerina finally!" Karen Hill had never thought anything good about his ex, Selena Samuel.

And she had every right to feel that way.

Selena drilled a black hole, much larger than space itself, in his wounded heart when she left and didn't trouble coming back to fill it up again.

Nate Hill aced in all departments, except in his love life.

He has been changing his girlfriends more often than his socks. ‘Girlfriend’ here merely meant fucktoys. Nate never treated them seriously. Those were all easy women or gold diggers.

Selena turned him into a ruthless, emotionless playboy. And Karen swore never to forgive her for that.

Her boy was smart, hard-working, and handsome.

Under that thick skin, he was a good-hearted, sensitive man.

As a businessman, he was flawless, a true leader, demanding but fair. If crossed, he was merciless. Everything he has touched turned to gold, whether the company's reputation, growth, profit, or return on investment.

When it came to his looks, Nate was the spitting image of his father at that age.

Black, slightly wavy, dense hair on that manly, chiseled face.

His eyes were green-blue, somewhat grayish when angry, framed with those long, black lashes. Those eyes would make your knees tremble at the first look they gave you. Of course, if you were a woman. Or a gay.

And his thin lips, just so perfectly created for a man to kiss a woman. And kiss her senseless like his father kissed his mother. When he smiled, the most brilliant sunshine would brighten the darkest sky.

But he'd make you work for that smile.

Nate stood tall with the perfectly sculpted body of an athlete, a rower.

All 198 cm of pure muscles, a tight stomach, a broad, muscular back, and perfectly-formed buttocks under his tanned smooth skin. And though his mother didn't see his manhood since he was seven, she has heard rumors.

Her son supposedly was well endowed in that segment too.

Nate looked at the Shard, London Eye, and St Paul's Cathedral last time tonight, getting up from his seat without a word. The girls gave puppy eyes at his back as he left his pod.

Walking confidently through the bar, well aware of his good looks and all attention he was receiving, he never saw it coming.

A boy-like human suddenly blocked him on his way to an elevator and pressed its slim frame against his body, wrapping its arms tight around his firm torso like an octopus grabs its prey.

It pulled his head down by his neck and hair so swiftly, gluing its lips to his.

Nate's eyes widened in shock, and he thought about pushing that human away for a mere second. But he surprisingly found himself enjoying it.

Those lips were so sweet, tasting deliciously good. Better than the best chocolate.

Do I also like men? Am I gay now? Bisexual? Nate was wondering.

His hands flew upward, now stroking what he thought to be a boy. But what he touched was all-female, he realized. It's a she. And that, under his palm, was her rounded breast. So perfect in size for his hand. And his mouth.

His tongue darted out instinctively, wanting inside the girl's mouth. He's going to show her how to kiss. The way Nate Hill kisses. Properly!

"No!" But she squeezed out and smashed her hands hard against his chest, pushing him away. What the hell?

"You kissed me first, and now you're pretending?" Nate got angry, his tongue only slightly licking her upper lip. Nobody says no to Nate Hill.

He gripped her waist tighter, rotating and pulling her aside. His lips landed on hers, ignoring her refusal. She fought, struggling and wrestling against him fiercely as he tried reaching the first solid surface. But before her back could hit that wall or his tongue part her lips, her knee hit his balls. And it hit them hard.

Nate doubled over, his jaws clenched and locked in pain.

"Ouch!" He ousted a muffled scream, watching the unknown girl run away. His anger levels went through the roof. How dares she? First, she wants it, and then she doesn't.

They are all the same. The women! They play with us, men, first by arousing us, making their sweet promises, then backstabbing us.

And no one is going to betray Nate Hill again. Not after what happened to him twelve years ago. He will show this one what it means to mess with him!

In no time, Nate called his bodyguard, Ivan. Half an hour later, he had all the info he needed on his coffee table.

Name: Leila Swift

Age: 25

Gender: Female

That he knew, he thought.

Status: Single

Not that it made any difference.

She was not his type, with that tomboy's look. He had girls much prettier than this one. But she pissed him off, and she kicked him. He wanted to kiss her more, and again. Tomboy or not, he enjoyed it. He liked it a lot.

Nate felt outwitted, like losing a game everyone would think he couldn't have lost.

"Find her! And bring her to me!" Nate ordered Ivan in an ice-cold voice.

He was going to make her pay!