Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

Grace and I settle down at the breakfast table with my father.

“Today, both of your faces are glowing. Am I missing something?” Dad asks, raising an eyebrow as he sips his coffee.

I exchange a glance with Grace, and a mischievous smirk plays on her lips.

“Oh, nothing, just some morning exercise, right, Steve?” She responds, smirking, and I nearly choke on my coffee.

After composing myself, I nod in agreement and clear my throat, trying to sound casual. “Yes, a refreshing morning indeed.”

My father seems satisfied with our explanation, but there’s a glint in his eyes. “Well, whatever the reason, it’s good to see you two getting along for a change.”

We share a forced smile, keeping the morning’s encounter our little secret.

“Stop blushing like a teenager, Steve.” As she whispers in my ear, I realise I was blushing.

I shoot her a look, irritated and embarrassed. “It’s none of your business, Grace.”

As we continue with breakfast, Dad discusses some business matters, but my mind keeps wandering back to the intense moments with Grace. We’ve crossed a line, and I wonder what consequences lie ahead for our already complicated relationship.

As I finish my breakfast, I excuse myself, deciding to head to the office early to clear my head. Grace gives me a sly smile as I leave, and I shake my head.

Jace’s P. O. V.

Zara and I lie in her bedroom, wrapped naked in each other’s arms.

“That was incredible,” I murmur, feeling satisfied. A contented smile graces her face, but she remains silent.

My fingers trace circles on her back as I ask, “I hope I fulfilled your fantasy beyond expectations.”

She nods, locking her eyes with mine. “It was more than I ever dreamed.”

Stroking her face, I state, “You deserve nothing but the best.”

She intertwines her fingers with mine, a soft smile playing on her lips. “And you gave me just that.”

“I want to fulfil your all desires, baby.” After leaning in, I place a tender kiss on her forehead.

She asks, “And what about you? Was it what you wanted?”

I smirk, admitting, “More than I expected. Our desires are surprisingly the same.”

She lets out a soft laugh, a sound that feels like a melody. “Well, we’re made for each other.”

I chuckle, “True. So, what’s next on your list of desires?”

She answers in a playful tone, “Hmm, that’s a secret. Can’t reveal all at once.”

“Fair enough. We have time.” I respond, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She rests her head on my chest, saying, “This feels right.”

I pull her closer, savouring the closeness. “It does, Zara.”

“I never expected this connection, this depth.” She whispers, making imaginary patterns on my chest.

I run my fingers through her hair. “Sometimes, the unexpected turns out to be the most beautiful.” Pausing, I add, “There’s something I need to say.”

She looks up, asking, “What is it?”

I confess, “I love you. Not just for our physical encounters, but for who you are.”

She smiles with glistening eyes, “I love you too. This isn’t just about the fantasy.”

She snuggles even closer, and I press my lips on her head, bringing a smile to her face.

But our moment is interrupted as my phone beeps. I glance at my phone and notice a text from Steve in our friends’ group.

Steve: Meet me soon in my office!

I wonder now what Grace did with him. Why can’t she just let him live in peace?

Zara feels the shift in my mood and asks, “What happened, Jace?”

“Steve wants to meet me. Her wife, Grace, has been causing some trouble lately. I need to go check on him.” I explain, a tinge of frustration evident in my voice.

She pouts and asks, “Do you have to go now?”

I cup her face in my hands and lean down before kissing her lips gently. “I’ll be back in the evening, I promise.”

She nods, understanding the situation, though she still wants me to stay with her.

I quickly get dressed and leave her room with a lingering kiss on her lips.

***

“Guys, today I had sex with Grace.” As Steve tells, Mike and I exchange surprised glances, trying to process Steve’s unexpected revelation.

“Steve, are you serious? What happened to your contract marriage rules?” I ask, confused.

He sighs, frustrated. “I don’t know, guys. Things just got out of hand.”

“But how?” I ask, still shocked.

“Although I don’t like Grace, I just can’t resist her, and it frustrates me. I should have controlled myself.” He expresses his frustration, running his hand through his hair.

Mike tries to ease his tension. “Chill, bro! You two are married, even if it started as a contract. Being physically close is a natural progression in a marriage.”

I nod in agreement with Mike’s perspective. “Mike has a point, Steve. Being physically close in a marriage is normal.”

“Exactly! Don’t overthink it, Steve. Enjoy the perks of your contract marriage.” Mike winks at him.

“Guys, we had rules. Breaking them complicates everything.”

Mike chuckles. “Well, rules are made to be broken. Being in a physical relationship in your contract marriage is way better than bickering every day.”

I nod. “Yes. If it avoids constant arguments between you both, maybe it’s a positive turn.”

“I just don’t want to have any kind of relationship with her.” As Steve states, Mike and I exchange looks.

Mike clears his throat, changing the topic, “Alright, enough about Steve’s love life drama. Jace, how’s everything with Zara?”

I take a deep breath, shifting the focus away from Steve’s complicated situation. “Dreamy! Zara is made for me.” A smile spreads across my face as I talk about her.

Mike smirks, teasing, “Oh, our man is in love.”

I admit, “Of course, I’m in love.”

Steve, still wrestling with his difficult situation, adds, “Must be nice to have a drama-free relationship.”

I nod. “Yeah, it’s surprisingly drama-free. Refreshing, actually.”

As I spend time with them, I check my phone, and there’s a message from Zara.

Zara: Miss you already. Hurry back.

I smile at the text before replying to her.

Me: I’ll be back in an hour, baby.

Steve’s P. O. V.

In the evening,

As I return from the office and enter the mansion, my eyes fall on Dad and Grace.

They are seated in the lobby, playing chess. Her laughter fills the room as Dad loses the game, and for a second, I lose myself in her laughter and automatically a smile flashes on my face. She looks damn gorgeous while laughing.

I shake my head in disappointment, questioning what I’m doing. Behind her smile, she is hiding her evil face. I can’t get trapped in her fake smile. Moreover, I’m so fed up with myself for losing control in the morning and being intimate with her.

Why can’t I resist her?

After reaching my room, I discard my coat on the sofa and collapse onto the bed, drained of energy. I want to relax my body and mind after a tiring day at the office.

I come to the spa room to get a much-needed massage.

Grace’s POV

I finish playing chess with Steve’s dad and head back to the room. Steve isn’t there, but I remember catching a glimpse of him while I was playing chess.

I wonder where he disappeared to.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I come out of the room and ask a maid about him. She tells me he is in the massage room.

As I enter, I find him lying on the massage table on his front, and a masseuse kneading his back. His eyes are closed, and he is completely engrossed in it.

I don’t know why, but I don’t like it-the way she is touching his body.

Although it’s a contract marriage, he is my husband, and I can’t let him be touched by any random girl.

Unable to bear it any longer, I silently dismiss the masseuse with a stern look, taking her place beside Steve, who remains oblivious to my presence.

As my hand comes in contact with his bare back, his eyes immediately open.

“When did you arrive?” He asks, confusion and surprise flickering across his face.

“When you were preoccupied with someone else.” I taunt him with a hint of anger in my voice, not understanding the reason for my frustration.

“Oh, so you’re getting jealous. That’s interesting.” He grins, turning onto his back and pulling me closer by grabbing my wrist.

“Think whatever you want; I don’t care,” I respond, averting my eyes, though deep down, I admit the pang of jealousy within me.

Suddenly, he positions me beneath him, pinning my hands against the soft mattress and fixing his intense gaze on me. His gaze takes my breath away.

“You can’t hide your jealousy, Mrs. Grey.” He whispers in a husky tone, brushing his lips against mine, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. All I want from him is to kiss me.

I lift my face and press my lips onto his in a passionate kiss, his hand still holding mine in place. He reciprocates, pressing his body against mine. Goosebumps ripple across my body as my hard nipples graze against his strong, bare chest.

He releases my hand and cups my face as the kiss deepens. My hands roam across his body, exploring every contour.

He breaks the kiss and pulls off my top in a jiffy before capturing my lips again. In response, I discard his towel, hurling it aside, leaving him completely naked.

As we devour each other’s lips in hunger, his hands skillfully play with my tits, eliciting moans muffled within our kiss. He shifts his attention to my neck, and I clench his hair, throwing my head back.

Changing our position, I take charge, straddling him. I meet his gaze filled with desire and run my hands sensually over his bare six-pack abs with a seductive smile.

Without a doubt, he is the most attractive man on the planet.

After leaning down, I kiss his chest, and he grabs my hair, closing his eyes to savour the sensation of my lips on his body. At this moment, he seizes the opportunity to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts.

After again sitting astride him, I take off my bra and toss it aside. His eyes fixate on my breasts as he squeezes them together, causing me to moan. He pinches my nipples, prompting a louder response from me.

Changing positions once more, he positions himself between my legs and yanks off my jeans and panties in a swift motion.

After spreading my legs, he rubs his hardened member between them, driving me insane. I just can’t wait to feel him inside me.

With a single forceful thrust, he enters me deeply. His hand continues to spread my legs as he moves in and out, each thrust causing my breasts to bounce.

Moaning and turning my head from side to side, I revel in the pleasure. Eventually, he comes closer to my face, still inside, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The pace quickens, and his hand pins mine above my head.

The spa room is now filled with our moans and groans as we once again lose control and end up fucking each other.