Contract marriage: My billionaire’s cure

I stood in front of my models who came in today morning. Five female and five male.

Four other companies including Bolton’s will be arriving shortly. Ten models will be competing from each company. All together fifty people will be participating in the contest.

I was ogling at the toned chests of the male models before Marcus cleared his throat in irritation.

“What?” I snapped my head, annoyed that he had interrupted my thoughts.

“You’re checking them out!” Marcus hissed quietly so that they won’t hear.

“So what? They’re hot”

“So you want me to look at the girls too? Their hips, their big breas-” before he could finish the sentence I smacked his lips with my hand angrily.

“Don’t”

“Then you don’t too” he huffed and fixed his suit.

Rolling my eyes I turned to the models.

“Hello. My name is Camilla Anderson and my husband and I will be sponsoring you. If one of you win the contest you will be given a grand prize. You will also have a promising future ahead of you if you give it your best. One or two of you will be recruited into my company but you should last longer in the competition. Give your best and please try not to disappoint me.”

They all nodded in agreement. Sarah handed out their schedules of what they will be doing from Friday onwards. They were not supposed to meet the rest of the competitors till Friday. They will be taken into separate cabins on our floor.

Marcus and I were supposed to treat them to dinner tonight and the photographers would be coming tomorrow for a photo shoot.

I talked to each and every female model while Marcus talked to the males. He kept me far away from them as if I would just run and kiss them.

After a long talk I jogged to my room and slumped on the bed exhausted. I needed a nap before the others arrived and my eyes were already fluttering shut.

“You know you can’t sleep right now. We have lot of work to do”

I opened my eyes to see Marcus standing by the bed , his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“That’s why you’re here. Go and take care of it. I said sleepily as I yawned stretching my arms to the furthest I could.

“How come you get to rest and I don’t?”

“Because you are a piece of wood”

I opened my eyes expecting to see a scowl on his face but he suddenly got onto the bed, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he locked my legs between his. He rested his hands on either side of the bed providing me with no escape. Leaning in, his eyes traveled from my lips to my throat in lust and fervour. He bent down and started pressing soft kisses over my jaw and throat, groaning softly as he gently sucked my collarbone. I was shocked for a moment before tilting my head to the side allowing him more access to the crook of my neck. He took the cue and gently started sucking it, pleasuring me with his every touch. I resumed raking my fingers through his soft hair as I pulled him closer to me. My eyes fluttered shut, releasing a moan from my lips at the pleasure he was giving me. I felt his body slightly tense before letting out a low growl, gently nibbling my earlobe.

“I-Uh- I’m sorry”

We both snapped our heads to the sound at the door.

Andrew, one of our contestants, was standing at the door, looking down in embarrassment.

The embarrassment I felt was unbearable so I pushed Marcus away from me. He stood on his knees on the bed and glared at Andrew angrily.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry the door was not locked so I thought it would be ok-”

“I asked what are you doing here?” Marcus spat looking angrier than ever.

“Sarah told me to tell you that the Harringtons have arrived”

“Ok you may go”

The boy quickly scurried out the door looking frightened as if he had just met Lucifer himself.

“You didn’t lock the door?” I roared in anger and he just shrugged his shoulders not caring at all.

“He saw us!” I complained while pointing at the door.

“Does it matter? We are married anyways”

“Of course it matters. How am I supposed to face them now? Aren’t you even embarrassed?”

“Why would I be?”

Did he loose a nut in his brain?

“Because he saw us”

“Don’t care. It’s good that he saw”

“What the hell? Why?” I asked shocked.

“Because then they will know that you are mine”

My eyes widened in surprise and I blinked deliberately trying to grasp what he had just said.

“Come let’s go” With that he stood up and walked to the door.

I quickly brushed my hair and followed him. His hair was messy and he was not doing anything to fix it. If he doesn’t care then why should I?

My brain hurts just by thinking about what he meant. I couldn’t believe that he just said that I was his. And before I could go crazy I decided to ask him.

“What do you mean by I’m yours?”

“It means you are mine” he said plainly as if it was just a completely normal sentence.

“Yeah what does that mean?”

“It means you belong to me”

“That doesn’t make any sense. I’m mine. I belong to myself”

“That doesn’t go well” he said shrugging his shoulders lazily.

“Yeah and me belonging to you doesn’t go well either”

“It does and if not who do you belong to? ”

“I-”

“To me of course”

“What kind of logic is that? It’s unfair” I tried to reason out even though knowing that the narcissist koala bear won’t understand it.

“No it’s not”

“Then you belong to me” I said as I held my head high trying to look intimidating.

“I’m fine with that”

“Oh my god. You are so annoying” I scoffed and walked past him furiously.

I turned my head to look at his disheveled hair. “You hair is messy” I called out and turned back to walked ahead.

“Fix it”

I suddenly stopped and took a full turn to look at him in shock. Did he just tell me to fix his hair? Is he a baby?

“You have hands. Fix it yourself”

“I don’t have eyes in my head. Do I?” He raised his eyebrows and said in an obvious tone.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. I ran my fingers over his soft lucious curls as I fixed his messy hair. Pulling at the strands and combing it up enjoying the feel of it in my hand. It was so soft and he was looking so cute with his disheveled hair falling on to his eyes. I had the sudden urge to glue my fingers to his hair so that I can enjoy this feeling endlessly. While I was fixing it I saw Marcus looking at me intently with a victorious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest . He leaned in giving me a long lingering kiss on my lips while I stood there utterly shocked. He gently bit my lower lip before pulling back with a smirk playing on his face.

“Okay everything is complete. Let’s go”

He winked and dragged me to the lobby by my wrist.

Smith and Taylor Harrington were waiting at the entrance with a genuine smile on their faces as they talked with my staff. Their models were behind them ready to be taken into their respective cabins.

I saw some of them checking out Marcus while whispering and giggling probably talking about his looks. If I were them I probably would have done the same thing. He was too hot to go unnoticed. I looked at Marcus and saw him staring at me, his chest puffed to the front in pride. He raised his eyebrows and gestured to the girls in front of us with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh please don’t flatter yourself. You are not that handsome”

“Really? Do you think I haven’t noticed how you check me out whenever I come out after a shower?”

I blushed like a tomato and cleared my throat loudly almost choking as I tried to put on an act. Marcus leaned down and teasingly bit my ear lobe to which I gasped loudly in shock.

“Let’s not make the Harringtons wait” Marcus whispered with a husky voice and stared at me with amusement for a while before dragging me to the Harrington’s.

The Harringtons were people that I liked. They weren’t cunning and bitchy like the Bolton’s. Smith and Taylor had been married for some time and they were a very lovely couple.

We talked with them for some time and behind them I saw Sarah hurrying towards us. She stopped in front of me and panted loudly clutching on to her chest as she tried to talk.

“What is it?”

“The models of the Bolton’s are here”Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Okay… Why are you so shocked?”

“Because Mr. Brandon Maitland came with them”