In His Grasp: Contract Wife

Sleep over in his bed

"I want to go home," Leila stopped halfway through, following Nate upstairs. Remembering the Paris flight she was about to miss, the feeling of despair overwhelmed her.

"You can try it!" Nate turned around, his glare menacing, his voice threatening. She embarrassed him enough already downstairs.

Leila knew she shouldn't overdo with him, still not knowing whether her friend was safe. Alice never answered her calls, worrying her.

"Where am I sleeping? Where is my room?" Leila hoped for a guest room, considering how many bedrooms this villa had.

"Your room?" Nate smirked, leaping and grabbing her quickly. Leila tried to protest, but he pressed his hand over her mouth, stifling her scream. She found herself lifted and tossed over his shoulder. "You're sleeping in the bed with me, honey!"

"No! You asshole! I won't! Let me go!" She resisted, punching her fists against his back, but Nate had no problem stopping her. She was crazy, thinking she could escape his punishment. Not after everything she performed in front of his parents!

He marched inside his bedroom, slamming the door shut and throwing Leila on the bed. Nate was pissed off, scheming what to do with her next.

"I have to take a bath!" Leila expelled. He stood in front of that bed like some all-mighty God, with hands on his hips, staring back. She had to move away from him, feeling the tension between them rising.

"Go! You stink anyway!" Nate moved aside and stretched his hand toward the bathroom.

She didn't smell bad, just the contrary. And he had no clue why he let her. Maybe there was something in the way she looked at him. Something sweet for a tiny fraction of a second. But, overall, she was such a pain in his ass.

Leila hurried inside, taking a quick shower and only washing her teeth and the corners of her eyes. With the tomboy disguise, she couldn't wash her entire face or hair.

Using that asshole's shower gel, she smelled like him and yet was about to share the bed with him.

"f**k! I can't go out wearing this!" She gaped, opening the bag Karen prepared for her. Karen obviously wanted Leila to look desirable for her son.

Leila looked at the small bathroom window. She could squeeze herself out through it, but she would probably break something when jumping down on the ground. Nate's bedroom was too high for that. And Alice's dad's clothes got wet when she showered, leaving her no other choice.

"Get out! Are you sleeping in my bathroom? f*****g two hours passed already!" Suddenly, she heard him loudly knocking at the door. Nate couldn't believe it, ugly or beautiful, women were all the same when occupying the bathroom. It took them forever.

"Coming! Just two more seconds!" Bastard! Grumbling, Leila dressed the lacy black thongs and a silky, flimsy, also black, nightgown with the deep v-line upfront. It fitted her perfectly, hugging her curves tightly. She felt almost naked but not slutty. At least it was long.

The bastard would see her n*****s through it, and those thongs too. And when she walked, her legs showed up high to her thighs through that slit.

Damn everything! The last thing she wanted was to look sexy for Nate Hill.

Nate heard the bathroom door open. He looked up, and his jaw dropped.

Was that the same girl?

Her body in that negligee looked stunning. Her legs were well-toned, long, and just perfect. He wanted to jump, tearing everything of her, coiling her legs around his waist. That ass, he could imagine squeezing with both hands while his mouth would wrap around her rounded peachy breasts.

And his tongue, his tongue would flutter, swirling and circling all over those perky n*****s.

Nate's d**k strained his pants. She was almost his type. Almost! Only that freckled face and messy short hair degraded the picture. He still aimed for perfection.

"Where am I sleeping?" He watched her as she lowered her eyes, not aware of his gaze. She sounded so innocent, making him wish to get rid of her shyness. He knew many ways how to do it.

"Sit!" With his eyes fixed on her, he patted the sofa. "Did you like the dinner? Honey?" He watched her as she took a seat next to him, on purpose making her uncomfortable. He knew what he was doing. It was a payback time. She avoided his eyes, looking only straight in front of her.

"The food was good." Leila got distrustful, wondering why he called her honey, sounding like a caring husband, with his parents not around.

"Why did you play those tricks on me?" Nate was getting angry. Leila finally glanced at him, seeing his face change its expression. Before she could do something, he grabbed her leg, tickling the bottom of her foot.

"Stop it! Please!" Leila wiggled and squirmed, not able to withstand the tickling torture, laughing and begging him to stop at the same time. "Please! Please! Stop!" She grasped for the air, trying to break free from the lunatic.

"Did you forget the contract you signed?" Nate intensified the hold over her foot. She kept struggling, but the more she fought him, the more exposed she got.

The hems of that nightdress got up, her thighs were on full display, and those tiny thongs peeked out, showing her mounded triangle. The strap dropped down her left shoulder, revealing more of her skin than she wanted. Half of her breast was out, the fabric barely covering her n****e.

And now, she was well aware of the asshole's stares.

"It's time for your punishment!"

Leila's heartbeat accelerated, her breathing hitched when she heard Nate's words.

He pushed her down on the sofa, pressed his body flat on top of her, and pinned her hands above her head. Even before he launched, she knew what was coming, not sure if she wanted it or not.

"You've been so naughty." Nate whispered rubbing his lips against Leila's edges wildly, and his tongue forcibly parted her lips, slipping inside her mouth. She put up a fight, feeling his hands stroking and exploring all over her body. His tongue forced hers into the entangling chase.

Nate Hill was a danger!

He yanked the straps and upper part of her nightgown down, his mouth devouring her breasts.

"No! please! Stop it!" She begged him weakly when he started to pull her panties down. She wanted to cry, again scared he would rape her. Should she tell him? Tell him she was a virgin? Would it matter to him?

Suddenly, the bedroom doors opened.

"Leila...! Ooh, I'm so sorry!" Nate jumped seeing his mother, letting go of Leila. They both stood up, fixing their clothes. Karen immediately retreated and shut the door behind her. She was smiling behind the closed door, confirming Leila was Nate's girlfriend for real.

Phill made her go up and check it out.

"Mom, what's up?" Nate ran after his mother.

"Ooh! I wanted to ask Leila what she likes for breakfast."

"Thank you, Karen! But tomorrow I have to go and meet my friend, so I'll be up early. I'll get breakfast somewhere outside," Leila seized the opportunity, remembering the flight. Maybe she could still catch it. Karen offered to make a sandwich or two, but Leila declined, saying her friend had already asked her to have breakfast together.

"I'll sleep on the sofa. You take the bed," Nate told her when Karen left, leaving to the bathroom.

He felt flustered, needing cold rushing water to calm him down.

No woman ever made him lose control like that tomboy in his bedroom just earlier. Not even Selena. What the hell? He almost raped her. If Karen didn't disrupt him, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself.

Leila scanned Nate's room, feeling embarrassed and blushing, remembering everything happening on that sofa. He got her aroused and angry. How could he, almost forcing her?

To soothe herself, she walked across the room, looking at his shelves. There were books, so she took one out, opening and pretending to read.

A photo fell from within the pages. She picked it up, seeing it was some ballerina. She looked familiar, and she saw the handwriting on the back of it: Yours forever. Selena Samuel.

Of course, she heard of her. Leila remembered when she googled Nate a few days ago, she read they had a relationship, but she ignored it, thinking it was only gossip. It seemed now it wasn't.

And the truth felt like a dagger piercing through her heart.

"It's nothing, not like I fancy Nate. Maybe, some arrhythmia. I hate him! I'll be gone tomorrow, anyhow!" She comforted herself before slipping between the sheets. There was an early flight to catch, and she lacked sleep.

Leila began to drift off.

When Nate finally came out of the bathroom, he noticed Leila was already sleeping. He approached, wanting to take a pillow from his bed. Or his neck would kill him tomorrow.

It seemed the tomboy was having a nightmare. She tossed and turned inside his bed, mumbling something unrecognizable.

Did she mention her mom just now? She looked so fragile, cold sweat dewing her forehead. So, Nate pulled the blanket over her better, like tucking a child in.

But then, Leila gripped his hand, and he caught her words clear as a day.

"Please, don't leave me, mom!"

And all the cold water he poured over him earlier was now for nothing. He wished Leila had called him instead of her mother.