In His Grasp: Contract Wife

After the nightmare

Leila ran over the escalator stairs, rushing through the moving walkways, and then toward Gate 608 the fastest she could, saying sorry to all those people around, they were looking at her like it was her fault.

But she knew she was not to blame. Nate and his men in black were at her heels since she escaped them at the very last moment.

Her heart thundered, and she was already on the verge of tears. The nervous breakdown would sure strike her if missing that flight.

"This is the final boarding call for the flight FR375 for Paris. All passengers, please proceed to Gate 608 immediately." The flight attendant's words resounded in her head as she cursed the Heathrow airport for being that huge.

They called her name a while ago, asking her three times in a row to board the plane.

"Please! Let me in! Please!" When she finally arrived, the Gate was closed, and she, still breathless from all the sprinting, kept pleading with the crew.

"Leila!" Hearing that deep, masculine voice, she knew she should escape. Even if they let her on the plane, the devil would stop her.

She turned, running away from him, but he was faster, catching her and tightening his hold. It didn't stop her from struggling to free herself.

People at the airport only watched them. Nobody would help her.

"Leila, are you ok?" Suddenly, Nate's voice turned soft, concerned. She panicked, worried he would play one of his dirty tricks on her again. But then, she opened her eyes, aware she was only dreaming it all.

"Nightmare again?" Her eyes met his, finding him next to her on his bed. His eyes were beautiful green emeralds, but she didn't let it delude her.

He lied. He had told her he would sleep on the sofa, but there he was, under the sheets with her. And his hands were holding her, clutching her tightly. Leila got furious, pushing Nate away.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you sleep over there?" Nate watched her as she pointed toward his sofa. She wasn't being fair. It was her, having that nightmare and asking him to stay with her in the bed last night. He only did what she asked of him.

Her reaction made him mad. So, this is what he gets for helping her, consoling her.

"This is my room. You signed the contract. You're mine, and I can do whatever I want to you!" Nate sternly stated the painful truth. He had her where he wanted, finding himself enjoying the fact a little too much.

Last night, Leila had a nightmare. She kept saying "Don't leave me, mom." Feeling sorry for her, thinking she had a tough life, Nate decided to raise her contract fee after their marriage. She would get 200 million dollars more. And here she was, in his parents' home, in his bed, where he never brought any girl before.

"You asshole! You don't own me!" Leila pushed him away once more, slipping from his arms. She already knew that plane had taken off, destroying all her dreams about returning to Paris.

Nate watched her angrily disappearing inside the bathroom.

Last night, she gripped his hand, inviting him into the bed, and when he lay next to her, it became so hard for him. It was torture for Nate not to touch her smooth skin, kiss those ruby lips, mesmerized with her scent and her curvy body. No one had made him tortured in the bed before!

He felt at peace, sleeping so well in Leila's embrace. As if he started comforting her, only to find the comfort of his own beside her.

What was this tomboy doing to him, he wondered.

"Where are my clothes?" She asked, peering through the slightly ajar door.

"In the trash can," Nate calmly stated, expecting another round of her verbal attacks.

"Why did you throw my stuff away again? You lunatic! You bastard!" And there she was, calling him names. But this time, he decided not to react, staying calm as a cactus in a desert on the sunniest day.

"Because my mother wants you to wear this," Nate smiled, standing up from the sofa and handing her a paper bag.

Karen brought it this early morning when Leila was still sleeping in his arms. Seeing them hugging each other in his bed, she smiled so sincerely. His mother liked Leila. He knew that.

And even Phill Hill did, the man who didn't allow people, warming up on him that easily.

"That's no reason to get rid of my clothes," Leila frowned, and then she whispered, "Bastard!" She was worried about Alice, wanting to ask about her.

Nate heard her but pretended not to. And then he saw her, appearing as if wishing to say something more.

"Anything else?" He questioned, looking right into her bosom.

That black nightgown was driving him mad last night. He was still fantasizing about ripping it off Leila's body. His hands ached to feel, and his mouth longed to taste her soft breasts.

"Where is Alice?" She lowered her eyes, pulling the silky fabric up over her breasts while pushing the door to close it more. Nate snickered, wedging his foot and not letting her do it.

His eyes roamed up and down her figure while pretending to think about Alice's whereabouts.

What an asshole, Leila thought, again feeling like his prey.

"Safe and sound. Stop worrying!" He finally said, removing his foot. Leila shut the bathroom door, cursing him.

Leila dressed and walked out of the bathroom. Nate beamed at her, and she felt self-conscious under his stares. Karen chose for Leila an asymmetric flouncing cocktail red dress. It reached her knees, accentuating her tall, curvy figure.

If only those freckles weren't on her face, and her hair would re-grow, Nate found himself desiring it. But maybe it was better for him if not.

Leila sat in Nate's car, and the driver took her to Alice's. She rang the door, waiting for her friend to open it.

"Are you ok?" Two women looked worriedly at each other, asking at the same time.

But, there was something off with Alice. Leila saw it at once.

"What happened? What did Ivan do to you?" She asked.

"I..., I spent a night with him. We had s*x," Alice reddened, saying it shyly, anticipating Leila's reaction.

"What? That bastard!" Leila got angry, believing Ivan had taken advantage of her best friend, but Alice stopped her.

"No, no! It wasn't like that, Leila. He was nice to me, and I did it because I wanted it. I fell for him completely. But why aren't you on that flight to Paris? I thought you left without your suitcase." Alice's eyes widened, comprehending Leila had just missed her flight.

And Leila, still angry at Nate because of that contract, and Ivan for playing his s**t on Alice, she poured everything happening to her in these last few days out in the open.

When Alice heard Leila's story, she got shocked first about the marriage contract Nate Hill forced Leila to sign, then a deep sadness and hurt swept over her.

"It's ok. At least Ivan didn't hurt me." She said, not wanting to worry Leila. Ivan did take advantage of her, knowing things she didn't know. No wonder he didn't call her after the that night. And though he asked for her number, she never requested his back.

Alice had no way to contact Ivan, even if she wanted, and she didn't. All left for her to do was to forget the man and the night she spent with him.

"What do you plan next?" Alice asked Leila, finally switching her mind off Ivan.

"I'll leave for Paris tomorrow."

"Ok. I'm off to work now. Call me if you need anything." With that, Alice left.

Leila, noticing her friend trying hard to put a happy smile on for her, felt sad, sorry, and responsible. She was to blame.

And that arrogant playboy. Actually, when thinking better, it was all his fault.

Nate Hill.

Oh, how she hated him!

Undressing that red dress, she put on her tomboy disguise back on, heading to the Hill Corporation main building down in the City.

She would avenge Alice, Leila planned.