Contract marriage with an A-list billionaire

What she signed up for

*Silas*

"Imagine a table in front of you. Now, take the last forty-eight hours of your life and lay them out on that table. Spread them out and take a good look at your work. It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? Each of you came here feeling lost and trapped by a narrative written by others. Yet, in just four days… yes, only four days… you have discovered a vision and begun to design a blueprint for a better self. And this is just the beginning."

I look around at my group of students, their eyes wide with anticipation. I love how they follow my every move, nodding in agreement, eager to absorb the wisdom I share.

I send them a proud smile, "From now on, when you look at your life and the people in it, things will appear different. The non-productive elements will fade into the background while new possibilities come into focus. But be prepared: as you begin to construct your new life, some people from your past may disagree with your vision. Just keep building and remember that IHM is always here for you. You are looking through the right end of the telescope now."

They all nod, a shared understanding illuminating their faces. Another class, another success.

*Elijah*

I open my eyes and gaze up at Nina’s slim, strong body as she rides me slowly. Her perfect breasts bounce slightly, and I reach for them, feeling the hard pink n*****s graze my palms as I massage them.

This has to be the absolute best way to start the day. The fact that she signed the contract yesterday only makes it better. I feel like I’m finally on the right track; my life is finally heading in the right direction.

“Oh god… oh God,” she mutters, throwing her head back, passion radiating from her face. My hands slide down to grab her hips, steadying her as she feels incredible on me, her insides beginning to pulsate.

I hold her there, pushing up into her, chasing my own sweet release as she clearly reaches hers. It doesn’t take long before I’m consumed by pleasure, gasping her name.

She leans down to kiss me deeply, and then she smiles at me. “I’m just going to grab a shower, okay?”

“Hmm… I’ll stay right here.” I give her a lazy smile, reluctantly letting her go and watching her naked body as she rolls out of bed and makes her way to the bathroom. Soon after, I hear the water turn on.

When I hear her coming out of the bathroom, I’m lacing up my running shoes, so I call out, “Do you want to get a quick workout in before breakfast?”

“I just showered,” she complains. “But maybe you had a different kind of workout in mind?”

I watch her as she walks in, dropping the towel on the floor and revealing her naked body. I try hard to keep a straight face. “Darling, say hi to Finn… my personal assistant.”

Finn walks forward, stopping in his tracks, looking almost scared when he realizes she is naked. Nina’s eyes widen, then she smiles and holds out her hand. “Hej, Finn. I’m Nina.”

“Nice to meet you, Nina.” Finn shakes her hand, and I have to give the guy some credit for keeping his eyes on her face.

“Yeah, I thought I could play this cool,” Nina says, looking like she wants to run. “But it’s just really awkward, isn’t it?”

Finn smiles stiffly, his eyes darting to me. “Uhm… not at all.”

“That’s not true.” Nina backs away, and I try really hard not to laugh. “I’m just going to grab my towel.”

I chuckle softly as she grabs the towel and rushes out of the room. Honestly, I love the way she handled it… she didn’t get hysterical about it at all.

“Yeah,” Finn says, looking kind of lost. “Good morning.”

“Morning, Finn… and don’t expect that to be a daily occurrence.” I grin at him, enjoying how his cheeks flush.

*1 Hour Later:*

“You certainly worked up an appetite,” I tell Nina with a happy smile as I clear the breakfast counter, the remnants of our meal scattered across the surface. She had joined me for a run earlier, and the vibrant energy still lingers in the air.

Nina sends me a cheeky smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I had an… appetite before the workout, remember?” Her playful tone makes it impossible to suppress my grin.

I lean in, catching her lips with mine. The kiss is soft yet playful, igniting an already familiar warmth between us. It’s heated, and I can’t get enough of kissing her, as if we’re the only two people in the world.

“Sorry… I’m going to have to work on my timing,” Finn interjects as he pops up next to us, clipboard in hand. “Your meeting with Andres is in five minutes.”

“Which meeting with Andres? Do I have a meeting with Andres? Why?” I reluctantly pull away from Nina, the reality of my responsibilities creeping in like an unwelcome guest.

Finn just smiles patiently. “Conference call. He wants to know what you think about the new script before you head off to Venice.”

“I have to get going, too. I have so much shopping to do for the trip,” Nina adds, rolling her eyes as if the thought of shopping is a chore rather than an adventure.

“Yeah, you can handle this,” I say, giving Finn a friendly pat on the shoulder. Then I lean in to kiss Nina softly on the cheek before jogging out of the room, the morning sun spilling through the window and illuminating her radiant smile.

*Nina*

“Handle what?” I turn to look at Finn after watching Elijah hurry off, my heart still fluttering from our kiss.

Finn pulls out a notepad, his expression serious. “You don’t have to go shopping. We’re handling whatever you need for Venice.”

“Ohh,” is all I can manage to say, a mix of surprise and curiosity bubbling up inside me.

“Now, is your passport current?” He looks at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

I try to recall the last time I renewed it. “Uhm… maybe?”

“No problem. We can expedite it if necessary,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring, as if he has everything under control.

I can’t help but think how different this is from my normal life. “Uhm… okay.”

“Any dietary restrictions or food allergies?” He continues his efficient assistant routine, jotting down notes with precision.

“I’m not really a big fan of… flan,” I say, feeling the need to contribute something.

He nods, scribbling on his pad. “Noted. Any pillow preferences?”

“Pillowy, I guess.” I chuckle softly, realizing this could take longer than shopping if he keeps going like this. “Uhm, it’s more the essentials I’m freaking out about… like finding a dress for the premiere.”

“Don’t freak out. Elijah’s stylist will be outfitting you for the entire event,” he replies, his eyes scanning his notes as if he’s prepared for any eventuality.

I nearly choke on my coffee. “Ohh… Well, my stylist is busy, so that makes sense.”

“He’ll come to you. Will six PM work?” He looks at me, not even noticing the joke I just made.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I can do six,” I sigh, wondering if this is what I signed up for. Honestly, I just want to be with Elijah, to bask in the simplicity of his company, which is why I agreed to this.

Finn nods and smiles, making another note. “Great.”

Then he walks off, and I call after him, “Thanks, Finn.” As I sip my coffee, I can’t shake the feeling that my life is about to change in ways I’m not entirely prepared for.