The Billion Dollar Contract

Chapter Twelve

Mia

We were eating dinner in the dining room like a normal family, Jean talking about her upcoming trip to Italy and Adam was trying his best not to discuss business. However, he was playing his part as the loving fiancé a little bit too much as he caressed my thigh or the back of my hand whenever I rested it beside my glass of wine.

The actions didn't go unnoticed by Jean and I decided to ignore any attempts to push him away. Besides, a little extra touch couldn't hurt anybody—I loved the way he was gentle with me. I knew deep down in his heart, there was a man capable of loving and being loved. He just never found the right person to settle down with; not that I was saying or judging him any way, but if he found someone for him, he was the kind to fall head over heels. I knew it.

It would be me, too. If I ever found my person, and we were to settle down, I never wanted to be with anyone else. All I could think about was to commit to that one person for the rest of my life, but life always took exciting turns for me and I ended up never finding my partner. I never had the time to get to know someone until we reached that stage; it was always short flings or failed first dates.

"When are you two getting married? I hope it's soon," Jean said.

Adam cleared his throat, "We haven't thought of a date yet."

"Why? I thought it would be great to get married in two-months' time. I was planning to stay here anyway before my trip to Italy," she replied, and my body almost froze.

A wedding? A marriage? A commitment? It was never a part of our plan. Adam and I never wanted things to go further than an engagement where we could fake our love. A marriage was way more serious than fake dating, we couldn't possibly commit to going all the way.

Adam seemed to have sensed my discomfort, and he quickly poured me another glass of wine, "A refill, baby?"

I nodded, drinking it as soon as it was filled.

"I don't think we would get married that quickly, mother. We're too busy with work," Adam responded. "Besides, there's no rushing to anything. We have plenty of time."

"Both of you have known each other for years. You've gotten engaged. Why do you need to wait for more to get married? It's like you aren't serious about a commitment," Jean replied, shaking her head in disagreement. "I'm sure Mia wants to settle down quickly. Time does not stop by for either of you. Besides, your father and I would really want grandchildren."

"Mother—"

However, he was cut off by his mother. "Just please tell me you'll think about it."

Adam turned to look at me, but I tried my best to ignore his gaze. He ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned back on his seat, "Give us some time to think about it."

Then, the dinner went awkward. Jean stopped talking about her trip and Adam just kept eating his meal without saying anything else, while I hated every moment. As soon as we were done eating and cleaning up, Jean went to the guest's room to sleep, which left us to whisper as we argued in his room.

"Seriously? Getting married?" I frowned, throwing my hands up in the air.

"I didn't expect to hear that from her," he replied.

"No s**t Sherlock."

"Mia,"

"What?"

Adam sighed, "We can think about it and we'll find a solution. Just not tonight, please?"

I was standing as I paced back and forth while he sat calmly on the edge of the bed, eyeing my every movement. It took me awhile to realise that I was panicking about the possibility of getting married to my boss and I hadn't noticed his gaze practically landing on every curve of my body. I wasn't wearing anything too revealing, just a simple tank top tucked in with a pair of jeans. He seemed to be enjoying the view.

"Okay." I replied, nodding.

"You can take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor," he said before standing up, walking straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

I took a few minutes of being alone to think. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about him in the shower—especially after being close to him earlier on the sofa. I imagined his muscles flexing as he washed his body, the water dripping down his tanned skin and how the towel was wrapped dangerously low around his waistline. My mind was occupied with dirty thoughts about my boss and I couldn't keep them away even if I wanted to so I crossed my legs, trying to calm myself down.

'Get it together, Mia. You work for him.' I thought to myself.

As I laid on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, but I couldn't look away when I saw him exiting the bathroom and walking straight to grab his clothes from his closet.

He was just like how I imagined him to be. Broad shoulders, muscular back and towel wrapped low—he was mouth-watering, and I was thirsty. My breath grew faster as I saw him making his way towards me, holding his pair of shirts and grey sweatpants. I wanted to keep staring at his face, but his body was calling out to me, especially the part underneath the towel; I couldn't look away from his V-line or his six-pack.

I sat up straight, fixing my hair as he put on his clothes. It didn't seem to bother him that I was in the room with him and once he was done, he grabbed a couple of pillows before placing them on the floor. Then, he was already lying down with his eyes closed, pretending as if I wasn't in the room.

It took everything in me not to join him on the floor. If I didn't listen to my brain and decided to go with my heart, I would want to ride him on the floor until we were both worn out.

I pretended to ignore his presence and took a shower as quickly as I could because, even in the shower, I couldn't stop imagining him. As I got dressed in an oversize shirt and a pair of shorts, I knew it was a mistake not to wear anything underneath, but I thought it wouldn't matter to anyone—besides, nothing was going to happen, even if my n*****s were perking underneath the shirt.

I walked to the bed, glancing in his direction.

He was sleeping, his chest moving slowly as I climbed up the bed, trying to take an extra few minutes to admire his beauty.

No doubt. My billionaire boss was a perfect man.

I laid silently on the bed with the blanket and duvet covering my body as I tried to fall asleep, ignoring any temptations to touch myself or touching him. It took a few minutes, probably even an hour, until I was finally able to fall asleep—on my side, with hopes of having a dream with Adam Auclair.

I couldn't remember how long I had fallen asleep, but I felt something moving beside me, a pair of hands running on my thigh. I knew it couldn't be real as I closed my eyes shut, knowing if this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up from it. The warmth of his touch was causing me to slightly moan in my sleep, loving the way he was reaching up to my bare back. My shirt may have lifted a bit in my sleep, but it didn't bother me because I kind of always wanted someone to wake me up for s*x.

It began to feel a bit too real, and I slowly opened my eyes, feeling his hand on my thigh.

I turned to see Adam hovering beside me, looking at the door.

"What are you—" my eyebrows furrowed, but he managed to place a finger on my mouth, asking me to keep quiet before he pointed at the door.

I could hear Jean talking on the phone, but it was too low to hear the details.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, looking down into my eyes.

"Why?"

"I'm going to make her want to leave," he replied.

"What? How?"

"Fake your moans. Let her hear it."

"What? Of course not. I can't fake that!"

"Do I have permission to touch you?"

I frowned, not knowing what he had planned in his head, but I nodded, as if something else had taken over my body. Even if it felt wrong, I didn't want him to move away and when he asked for my permission to touch me, I knew it was an opportunity for me to enjoy the moment, regardless of what he had in mind.

It didn't take him long to slowly caress my thighs, making me feel all warm and squirmish.

My eyes closed again as I laid on my back, letting him hover on top of me. My legs began to move on their own, spreading wider and giving him easier access to enter if he wanted to. My body was failing to listen to me and began to succumb to the land of pleasure, enjoying every touch Adam was making. He had leaned in closer to kiss my neck, making me moan as soon as I felt his hand reaching out to squeeze my breasts.

"They're full in my hands," he whispered.

"Mmm," I moaned, growing hotter as he played with my n*****s.

It took me by surprise when he leaned in, kissing my lips. It was the first time I had ever felt his lips on mine, and it was as perfect as I imagined it to be. They were soft and full—he was indeed a great kisser. He knew how to move in rhythm with my lips as he pushed his tongue in, trying to play with me. My body perked up towards him as he kept massaging my breasts, pushing my shirt up and letting them out on full display. I was running out of breath as he leaned back, taking in the view.

I wanted to hide myself in embarrassment because of how exposed I felt in front of him, but he seemed to be as turned on as I was.

I ran my fingers through his hair when he leaned in to kiss my breasts, sucking on my n*****s and grazing his teeth on them. I couldn't hold myself back from letting out a moan, wanting to show him how much I enjoyed his touch. I never had a man pay as much attention to my breasts as he did, but then again, I never had a man in my bed for the longest time—he was releasing something in me that I had kept hidden.

I looked down at him, seeing him licking and sucking my n*****s until they were swollen.

The view was perfect. His hair tousled and messy as he paid attention to nothing else but my breasts, he was worshiping me.

I moaned louder as he reached a hand down into my shorts, touching my wet core. I saw a slight smirk appear on his face as he continued to suck on my n*****s while his free hand was circling around my clit, making me squirm. It had been a while since I felt this amount of pleasure overwhelming me and I didn't know how to react as I let my body loose, breaking free.

"You're so f*****g wet, Mia." He breathed, stopping his actions, which caused me to look at him; wondering why he had stopped.