In His Grasp: Contract Wife

The Office Fight

Nate Hill's office occupied the last floor of their central London building.

Ivan has been checking the company's video surveillance system, occasionally looking through the window. He had a good view of the building Londoners called the Cheesegrater due to its unusual shape, similar to that kitchen utensil.

Ivan did all the monitoring for the office, including the main reception on the ground floor, plus acting as his boss's secretary.

Nate arrived an hour ago, after an early meeting at the brunch with some clients. Their offices sat next to each other.

The only woman on their floor was that old Mrs. Gibson from the accounting department, and she was on sick leave these days. Nate only liked women entertaining him in his bed, not bothering him when at work.

Ivan saw a figure on the monitor, looking a lot like Leila, that girl Nate wanted to marry, but he thought that couldn't be her. It was probably some delivery boy heading over to the reception.

Nate's future wife did look a lot like a boy. Contrary to her best friend, Alice. Ivan smiled at the thought of the young woman. Now, that was a real woman. He had to stop thinking about her already.

"I don't need an appointment with Nate Hill. I'm his wife!" His jaws dropped, and his eyes widened, hearing the boy say. f**k, it was Leila. Ivan saw all the mockery looks people gave her.

Everyone in London knew who Nate Hill was. They were used to all those drop-dead gorgeous women claiming to be Nate Hill's wife, but hearing it from a tomboy must be their first.

Ivan knocked at Nate's office door, reporting the situation.

The tomboy had some serious balls. To Ivan, making popcorns and watching Nate's and Leila's future interaction sounded like a good, amusing idea. Nate was wrong, believing this one wouldn't give him any headache.

After doing what Nate signaled him to do, informing the receptionist to let Leila inside the office, he waited for the elevator to ding.

When the elevator finally opened, he never saw that attack coming. Ivan had to fight angry Leila, but still trying not to hurt her. He ducked and dived, dodging her kicks and punches.

"You bastard! How could you do that? Hurt Alice?" She yelled at him while hitting him, so he jumped, moving further away from her.

"Hey! Stop it! Is Alice ok? What happened?" Ivan asked Leila in a concerned but cold voice. He couldn't let his emotion show. Not in front of Alice's best friend.

"You're asking what happened? You mean, what you have done to her? Stop pretending!" Ivan stood still, watching Leila bounce at him again, this time not trying to prevent getting struck by her. He deserved her beatings. He deserved it all. It was only him to blame.

The memory of that night, him and Alice together, flooded his mind.

Days ago, Nate ordered Ivan to reserve all the seats and tables at the restaurant Alice and Leila were having dinner. Hill Corporation owned the restaurant's majority shares, so meeting the boss's request wasn't hard, even though the place was always fully booked during dinner time. The staff canceled all other reservations.

And, when Nate carried Leila away, he asked Ivan to take care of Alice, detaining her for a while.

Alice was a gorgeous-looking girl, so he didn't mind the task, enjoying himself while eating dinner in Alice's company. But at the end, Nate's text came in. Now, he had to keep her detained the whole night long.

Ivan took Alice to a familiar bar. After a few drinks, she started to dance.

"Come, dance with me!" She invited him to the dance floor. He followed, and they drank more.

Alice danced wildly, swaying her hips so seductively. The alcohol got to her quickly, and Ivan couldn't take his eyes off her. Not from the first moment he saw her.

Her long, curly black hair framed her perfectly oval face, giving her a little bit of a naughty look. Her lips so full, alluring Ivan's lips to kiss them, her almond-shaped gray eyes watched him, melting him from inside out.

All he wanted was to grab her, drag her to the first hotel and push her down on the bed. It wouldn't be his first time to take the drunk girl to a hotel. But instead, he brought Alice to his house, his bedroom, without even knowing why.

No girl ever touched his bed, nevertheless staying in his bedroom over the night.

He led her inside his house, holding her around the waist. Her legs were wobbly, and she giggled all the time. But she never said no, not once.

When he pressed his body against hers, kissing her madly just right after he slammed the entrance door shut, she moaned. And she hugged him, pulling Ivan even closer.

"I want you so bad," he whispered.

"I want you too," he heard her mumbling back. And that was it.

He got them both undressed before reaching his bedroom. Alice's clothes got scattered all over his house. And the lights were on. He did it deliberately, his eyes drinking up her body, wanting to see everything he would be getting.

Alice's hands groped him, and she kissed him fervently back.

There was no doubt in Ivan's mind Alice had done this before. She was experienced just like any other girl he ever f****d.

He craved to get inside her as soon as possible, avoiding much of the foreplay. He did kiss her breasts, caressing her a little when down at the stairs. She was so wet for him already. It would be enough of the foreplay even for her.

If he only knew. If Alice only said something.

But Alice kept her mouth shut, only succumbing to him, allowing it all. Ivan rushed, getting her down on his bed beneath him, with her legs spread wide open. He wanted to dominate her, to f**k her properly.

And when finally entering her, Ivan had heard it. And he saw it. Her face grimaced, and when she tilted her head back, a scream escaped her lips.

"What?" Ivan flinched, seeing Alice was in pain. And he felt her walls so tight around him. A f*****g virgin, he realized.

"Don't stop, Ivan. I'm ok," Alice looked at him, begging him to continue. Hearing her say it, Ivan couldn't stop himself. She f*****g wanted him.

And that aroused him even more.

Alice was so great in bed, even the virgin, following his rhythm brilliantly. And so fearlessly, he thought. Alice was different. He made love to her. She was the first woman he ever made love to, as all the others had been only a f**k for him.

He was her first, and it made him feel special.

In the early morning, he woke up, his arms hugging her tightly.

All he needed was a cold shower and then some serious workout. So he showered, entering his gym.

But when Alice interrupted him, he did it again, getting himself lost within her warmth. They made love again, his body pinning hers against the nearest wall. Ivan wanted to keep her forever, to tell her how he felt about her, but he knew better. There was nothing he could offer her.

He couldn't give her love, not with his curse, his life. His life was a mess before meeting Nate. Ivan should have grown up like Nate, but he didn't.

That car accident took his family away, as well as his happiness. Ivan was to become his parents' company's heir, but their fortune was gone with that tragedy too.

Nate treated him as a close friend. He did have a good income working for Nate, but he never felt true happiness. And when you are an unhappy individual, you can't possibly make another person happy.

Ivan could never make Alice happy, he thought.

So, he would let her go, never contacting her again. Still, he had taken her number, not wanting her to feel low. Ivan wished to see her happy till the last second they spent together.

And now, Leila was hitting him in front of that elevator, and he let her. He deserved every one of her slaps, kicks, and punches.

"What the hell are you doing? Leila Swift!" Nate appeared. He dragged the furious Leila off Ivan, locking the door behind them.

That should be interesting to watch, Ivan thought. He almost felt sorry for Leila, knowing how Nate could get.