Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 63

“Damon*

Me: Do I add the cheese before or after the macaroni?

Wife: After. Have you never made Mac and cheese before?

Me: I had people to do that for me, and when we got married you did it. I’m more of a taste-tester kind of person. You understand?

Wife: “rolling eyes emoji*

A low laugh bubbled out of me. I could practically see her face right now.

She was at work today while I was at home. I had taken the day off because I was feeling a little under the weather. Well, more like my wife made me take a day off and I just indulged her. I mean, she had seduced me into it-if you know what I’m saying. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Wife: Don’t burn my kitchen down, husband..

Me: When have I ever done such a thing?

Wife: Last week when you tried to make my chicken curry. The whole kitchen was smoking.

Me: Don’t be dramatic. It was just a little smoke.

Wife: The fire department came to our door. It was a plume of smoke, Damon. But it’s okay I didn’t marry for your culinary skills.

Me: Really now? So why did you marry me?

I loved the constant back-and-forth banter between the two of us. We never took each other too seriously.

Wife: For your looks of course “wink emoji*. You’re very nice to look at.

Me: And here I thought you wanted me for my large…

Me: Do you want to see?

Wife: Don’t you dare, Damon Steyn. I’m in a meeting.

Wife: No nudity!

I smiled. It was so fun getting under her skin. She was just so easy to rile up and I was sure that I would continue to do this for the rest of our lives.

Me: Have a good meeting, my love. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.

Wife: I love you, husband.

I opened the fridge and looked at the assortment of cheeses my wife had bought us just the other day. I had no idea which one worked best for Mac and Cheese. So I settled on the cheddar cheese because it was the only one that I was actually familiar with.

I got to work on making my lunch and I was actually surprised with myself. It came out well considering I made it from scratch and didn’t use a box.

I took a picture of my masterpiece and sent it to my wife.

Me: See, the house is still intact and it’s edible.

Wife: I will have 911 on hold after your first bite.

I scoffed at her comment. She always knew how to push back against me.

I spent the rest of my day getting through some work emails and being lazy as per my wife’s request. I was about six episodes into the new series she had been raving about when my phone buzzed. I was a little confused as to why she would be calling me.

“Hello?”

“Hey, stranger,” Angela’s voice came through the receiver. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you. How are you?”

“I was actually calling to tell you that I’m in the neighborhood.”

“Neighborhood? What do you mean?”

“Hidden Hills.” I won’t lie and say that I didn’t find this a little bit strange.

“How did you know I was home?”

“I remember you saying that you work from home often and since your office isn’t ready yet I thought I would try my luck.” I guess that made sense. But I’d said that a while ago and just in passing. The fact that she remembered that was astounding

to me.

“I actually had to see a client at his house today. So I thought why not drop by and see my favorite resident billionaire.”

A low laugh escaped my throat. “Wow, I’m the favorite? I feel so honored.”

“As you should.” She carried on the joke. “So is it okay if I drop by? I’d love to say hi to Adelaide too.”

“She’s actually at the studio today. But sure you could stop by. I’ll send you the location.”

“Awesome.” She hung up the call.

I sent her the address and made sure to notify the gate guard for the area so she could get in. After about another twenty or so odd minutes I got a call from my security that there was a white Porsche at the gate.

“Let her in.”

I walked to the foyer leaving my laptop on the couch and making my way to the entrance. When I opened the door she was already getting out. I immediately noticed the takeaway boxes in her hand and pointed to them in confusion.

“I figured since you may have not eaten I would bring you something to eat. It’s just chicken curry from my favorite Indian place.”

Hmm, there was no Indian place near my area. The closest one I knew was down by the valley and that was miles from here.”

“When did you have time to get this?”

She shrugged, not really giving me an answer. She walked into the foyer and turned back to look at me. “Where can I put this?”

“Come with me.” I led her to the kitchen. “I already ate but maybe I can give it to Adie. She loves Indian food.”

“Of course,” she said cheerfully, placing the bag on the counter. She took a seat, her smile looking a little tighter than it had at few moments ago. “What have you been up to all day?”

“As per my wife’s request, I stayed home today, I was feeling a little under the weather and she told me I needed to rest since. I’d been up and down with traveling lately.

“Hmm, she’s a sweet one.”

“She’s the best,” I smiled just thinking about the banter we’d shared earlier. Adelaide was my best friend. She understood me in ways that no one else could.

“How was the meeting with your client?”

She blinked coming out of whatever reverie she had been lost in. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked about your meeting, how did it go?”

“Oh that,” she looked around the kitchen. “It will be an easy enough case and she will be free of all her troubles soon.”

She? I thought earlier that she had said her client was a he. But then again maybe I had heard wrong.

We continued to chat until I heard the door open and a few seconds later my wife appeared with a smile. “Baby! I’m home and horny-oh! I didn’t know we had a guest over.”

The redness on her cheeks was comical. Her eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, and her hand came up quickly to the buttons on her trench coat which I was certain she had not left with this morning.

My mind instantly went to promiscuous places as I presumed that she was actually not wearing anything underneath it.

“Hi.” Angela said from her chair. “That FaceTime did not do you justice. You are far more beautiful in person.”

“Umm,” Adelaide moved her eyes from me to Angela and then back again. “Thank you. Angela, right?”

She stood from her chair and made her way to the archway of the kitchen. Without hesitating she pulled Adie into a tight hug before she pulled away. I could see how uncomfortable and embarrassed Adie was and I decided to bail her out.

“Hello, my love.” I walked over to her and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “You’re home early.”

“I wanted to surprise you and get some… alone time before I headed back to the studio later. But I can see that you already had someone to keep you company.”

I could see the way that Adelaide was eyeing Angela up and down. It was like a predator sizing up its prey. She had already aired out her grievances about Angela before and I didn’t want her to feel like her position in my life was threatened at all.

I tilted her chin up and kissed her, feeling her body melt into mine. When I pulled away her pupils had dilated and her lips swollen from my kiss. The heat returned to her cheeks and her breath fanned my face.

The kiss was more so to make a statement. She was the only woman who was on my mind and the only woman I saw. There was no else for me in this world other than her.

Adelaide leaned into my side, my hand coming around her waist. The tension that had been locked tightly in her shoulders finally released.

“So Angela,” her tone was much friendlier now. “Tell me about yourself.”

I thought the crisis was averted after that, but man oh man was I wrong.