Contract marriage: My billionaire’s cure

I woke up the next morning looking grumpy as ever. Probably because that’s the every day routine when you get married to a Mr. Rude. After cuddling in my sheets for a few minutes I finally managed to get my sorry ass out of the bed.

I changed into black pants and a strip top before jogging to the elevator with my eyes focused on the phone. I was going through our new designs until I crashed into a someone. Someone with a very good height and a very good body.

I looked up to see and it was none other than Mr. Rude. My face was inches away from his. He was around 6, 2 tall and with my heels almost close to flats he towered over my 5, 8 height like it was nothing.

His lips were directly infront of my eyes. I slightly tilted my head and he was staring at me with a curious glance. He raised his eyebrows as if gesturing me to move away.

I cleared my throat and quickly moved away noticing how close we were. Even though the elevator was big enough for two I still felt cramped with him. But I refrained from making eye contact all way down.

As we were nearing the ground I heard him speak.

“Are you mad at me?”

What the freaking cheese I ate this morning did he say?

Is he asking me if I’m mad?

Why would I answer him? If he ignores me why should I be the one to warm up to him.

The elevator doors opened and I quickly left without looking at him. I heard him sigh behind my back but I couldn’t bother less.

I rushed outside and got into the car. One of my employees drove me to a cafe where I would be meeting Mrs. Wagner.

After reaching the cafe I saw a woman waiting in front of the door. She recognized me immediately and came to shake my hands.

” Hallo Frau Anderson. Ich bin Danya Wagner. Gluckwunch zur Hochzeit. Wie geht es Ihnen?”

” Mir geht’s sehr gut. Danke. Ich freue mich sehr , Sie endlich kennenzulernen”

We both went inside after our brief introduction. I was happy that she was willing to work with us. She was very talented and talented people are what I needed. To become successful and to rise against the RJ.

I met a few more designers afterwards and then went into more episodes of grumpiness with all the work.

After hours and hours I came back to the hotel. The entire hotel reminded me of Marcus and I was sure with time I would hallucinate him everywhere.

“I don’t want to meet Marcus. Perhaps I should change his name from Mr. Rude or Mr. Jerk face” I mumbled to myself.

But Sarah heard it quiet well.

” Then you would be Mrs. Jerk face ”

I gave her a death glare but she only smirked. She was talking to me with her hands flying around until she ran into a hard body.

What’s with people bumping into each other these days?

It was a young blond man with blue eyes who seemed to be in his late twenties.

He looked at Sarah for a while and then at me. His eyes widened in recognition and he approached me with a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Oh my god Mrs. Anderson I didn’t see you here. I’m sorry that we had to meet like this” He talked with his hands flying around the air, just like Sarah.

“Who are you?” I asked in confusion as I couldn’t remember meeting him anywhere else.

“Oh my bad. I’m Mr. Anderson’s secretary” He extended his hand to shake mine.

“Oh, pleased to meet you. What’s your name?” I asked as I shook his hand.

“I’m Steve Adams” He gave me a huge grin before her turned to Sarah.

“And who would this lovely lady be?” I saw a blush creep up Sarah’s cheeks.

I chuckled slowly at her shyness. She heard it and gave me a glare.

“Oh I’m Sarah Smith” They shook hands and Steve opened his mouth to say something but suddenly I heard a voice that I had been hoping to avoid the entire day.

“STEVE! WHERE IS THE FUCKING LETTER?” Marcus yelled while going through some file in his hand.

He looked up to scold Steve but instead met my eyes. He closed his mouth and looked at me intently, almost guiltily.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and walked past him slightly bumping into him hoping that he would fall but he was rock solid. I heard him walking behind me in a hurry and soon caught up with me.

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My eyes widened. He was apologizing for asking me to stay and not for leaving me? I couldn’t believe it. Was his brain made out of nuts?

I glared at him and pressed the button for the elevator.

“Why are you mad at me?”

” Who are you ? I don’t know you. Mommy told me not to speak with strangers” with that I stuck my tongue out and got in.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. I closed the elevator door before he got in.

As I was going up I realized what I said. Shit. Cringe. Cringe. Cringe.

I ran my hands through my hair unable to control my embarrassment.

As I got off, the next elevator opened and Marcus came out. Stupid of me to not realize that there was another elevator in this floor.

He looked at my messy hair in confusion and before I could embarrass myself anymore I turned on my heel and stomped to my room.

I was so exhausted to even get back to dinner. So as I did this morning I ordered room service.

After dinner I quickly jumped on to the bed hoping to sleep like the dead.

But something kept bothering me. I knew that Marcus wouldn’t be able to sleep no matter how exhausted he looked. No wonder his face was so gloomy. He never had a proper good night’s sleep.

How can one smile after days of sleepless nights. So I set my alarm at about 2 to see him.

…

The sound of an annoying alarm woke me up. I wanted to throw my phone away. I decided to turn it off and go to sleep but I suddenly remembered why I had set the alarm in the first place.

I wore my coat and took a water bottle out with me.

As I opened my door, the door next to mine opened and there came a frightened Marcus outside.

He was sweating and panting. He didn’t even see me as he ran to the elevator.

He pressed the button several times but the the elevator didn’t come up. He knelt down to the floor and clutched his throat, trying to breath. He gasped and coughed chocking for air. I stood at my door almost paralyzed as I stared at him in utter shock.

Suddenly as if something had knocked on my head I realized that I needed to help Marcus.

I ran over to him and knelt down in front of him.

“Marcus, Marcus please look at me, look at me. Everything is all right now. You don’t need to be afraid.”

I cupped his face in my hands and tried to calm him down. But he seemed to be having a trouble breathing. I panicked and looked around to see if there was anyone I can ask help from but we were alone.

“Wa.. ter.. wa” He gripped my elbow and groaned in pain.

I quickly realised what he said and thankfully, as if God had foreseen this situation, I had a water bottle with me.

I quickly gave it to him and he gulped it down. Sweat was trickling down his face and his eyes held fear.

I didn’t know what I was thinking as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him, bringing his head to the crook of my neck.

” Are you ok?”

His body went rigid. He held his breath for a few seconds, his heart beat racing. And then slowly he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as if I was his only life source.

He buried his face deep into my neck, hugging me and I felt his heart beat becoming normal.

I circled my thumb on his shoulder trying to relax his body while I kept my other hand tangled in his soft hair.

I held him for a little while longer that I didn’t even realize the elevator had come up a long time ago.

“Do you want to go outside? To the pool?” I whispered in his ear.

He shook his head in my neck.

“No I’m fine now” he leaned back to look at me.

His face had calmed down. His eyes were observing me for quite a while searching for something that I doubt he would find.

“Only you and Madeline know about my nightmares. Don’t tell anyone”

I gave him a firm nod in reply.

“Don’t worry I won’t”

He inhaled a deep breath and looked at me.

“Thank you”