In His Grasp: Contract Wife

In the air

Leila wasn't alone in the backseat of the car this time. Nate sneaked right next to her after throwing her inside that limo. Her bottom hurt a little as she hit it against the handle. But it was her pride that got struck the most.

How dares this lunatic steal her away from the restaurant and her friend? Who does he think he is? He can't treat a woman like that.

And she was worried about Alice. Would she get scared seeing Leila was gone?

She had to go back to the restaurant, and there was a flight she had to catch tomorrow. Paris was waiting for her. She couldn't allow Nate Hill to destroy her plans, her future.

A little lightheaded because of all the wine drank, Leila stretched her hand behind her back, reaching for the door handle, struggling hard to open the car. Nate saw what she was up to, thinking she must be crazy for opening the door during the drive.

Leila cringed, sensing Nate's hand gripping on her elbow. She fought against him the hardest she could, slapping his hands a few times, but he was much stronger than she was. With his hands clutching her wrists, he dragged her closer to him, getting up to her face.

"Did you sign it?" Nate roared at Leila, looking deep into her eyes, once more thinking they were so beautiful this hazel, unlike the rest of her. And she was such a pain in the ass, this tomboy of a woman.

"I tore your stupid contract in a million tiny pieces. And this is kidnapping! Let me go! Or I'll sue you, Nate Hill!" She roared back at him just equally. What a moron, Leila thought, defiantly looking right back into his eyes.

And those two sitting in the front, she saw them grinning, looking at Nate and her in the rearview window, fighting in the backseat. They were idiots, too.

"You can sue my ass. Sign it!" The bastard shouted at her again, still holding her hands tight with his. Nate placed the contract in her lap. One of his men handed it to him, taking it out from the glove department.

"I won't! You bastard, let me go!" Her wrists began to hurt. There would be his fingertips marks all over her skin tomorrow for sure. She felt pride, seeing her nails' red imprints on his left cheek. She did scratch him good! The asshole deserved it.

"You will! Sign the contract!" But he was stubborn as the mule, not letting it go. She couldn't understand why.

"Why me? I'm sure you can find someone prettier to be your wife. You don't even like me," Leila attempted a different approach. Maybe if she convinced him she wasn't beautiful enough for him, he would let her go. Well aware of the effect her good looks had on men, Leila felt grateful for her tomboy disguise. At least she looked way uglier than usual.

"I sure don't like you, but I need you. Sign it, I said!" Nate nudged her, shoving a pen into her hands. His head swam, not understanding a thing. There was a long queue of women waiting to get into his bed, all stunningly gorgeous. They all would kill for becoming his wife.

"No! I'll marry for love one day. I won't marry you, you asshole! Let me go!" Leila repeatedly shouted at him. Nate looked at her again.

"You will!" This one, ugly and unattractive as she was, babbling about stupid love, didn't want him, not to mention the money he had been offering her in that contract. A f*****g 800 million dollars after one year when they would get a divorce. Who on earth says no to that? Judging by her clothes, a little too big and a lot too old, she must live in poverty. The money could help improve her life to the next level. Why didn't she want to sign it?

"No! I don't even like you!" Leila threw the pen and the contract back at him. Nate watched her, shocked by her looks and even more her unyielding attitude. It was time to spice up things a little.

"Ooh, love, you don't have to like me. But I know you like this!" Nate leaned dangerously forward as his hands gripped her waist.

"No!" Leila swayed backward, trying to escape him, but he only kept on coming, towering his tall, muscular body over her. Her hands landed on his chest in her weak attempt to push him away, but her fight was inutile. He pulled her closer, up onto his lap, sealing her lips with a kiss. Leila let his tongue inside her mouth, angrily plotting her come back.

Oh, how she would show him!

Just when Nate thought he had her where he wanted, lowering his guard down and indulging the sweetness of their kiss, Leila moaned against his lips first. And then she bit his lower lip hard.

"Ouch!" Nate touched the painful spot and wiped his lips out. Seeing there was blood on his hand, he cursed. "Damn it! "

"You asked for it!" A tomboy dared to comment yet, infuriating him more.

"So did you, love!" Nate put a death stare at her, his voice sounding menacing. Leila shrank in fear, still feeling those butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. He was right. She liked it.

She did like that kiss.

Soon, Leila found herself with her hands tied up behind her back and her mouth duct-taped. Nate only smirked, watching her swearing with her lips sealed while she bounced and trashed, helplessly trying to free herself. This wild as she was, she would love what he planned for her.

Some ten minutes later, the car stopped. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, seeing where that dickhead had brought them.

A helicopter waited on the airfield, with its blades already winding up in full force. Nate dragged Leila out of the car and toward the chopper. They moved too fast, and she felt her feet barely touching the ground.

The swirling wind from the chopper blades blew air in her face as they approached it. Her heart pounded violently inside her chest. But it wasn't the helicopter ride that frightened her. It was this crazy man. Nate Hill scared the s**t out of her. She couldn't stop him from dragging her forward, and they got inside.

Nate held her, that tied up, in the middle of the cabin, and the chopper was already airborne. Why didn't we take the seats? Why did he leave the sliding door open? She wondered, feeling scared for her life. What the hell does he plan?

"Sign the contract!" Nate finally said, sounding commanding like never before. Leila stubbornly denied, shaking her head left-right as a no.

And then he did it.

Nate pulled her toward the open cabin door, took the tape off her lips in just one movement, and lifted her. With his hands tight around her waist, he threw her upper body overboard, holding her in the air, facing the ocean beneath them.

Leila screamed.

"Say you'll sign it, or you'll swim with sharks!" At that, Nate drew her more forward, letting go a few inches more. She was hanging almost with her head down now, becoming nauseous and dizzy.

"No!" I am going to die, she panicked in fear, still never saying yes. Nate felt Leila's body getting limp in his hands, so he pulled her back inside.

"Did I overdo it?" He whispered to himself, holding the fainted girl in his arms, with her head in his lap. Nate studied her face, so tiny, not seeming that ugly to him anymore when this close up.

But he chased those sentiments of guilt away, reminding himself he would not take a no for an answer. Not from anybody, let alone the tomboy fooling him several times already.

The deadline his parents gave him was tomorrow. He would get her to sign the contract before it, or his name wasn't Nate Hill.

With that in his mind, he stood up, carrying Leila. Then he dropped her down to the passenger seats.

The time was for launching plan B. Or was it C?