Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 7

VENUS

“So, you two will announce your engagement on Saturday,” Connor said, his usual playfulness nowhere in sight. “He’ll get you a ring before then, and in two weeks, you’ll be married.” His gaze flicked between us. “Good enough?”

I hesitated, then eventually nodded. Mr. Can’t-Stop-Looking-Irritated, on the other hand, kept staring at me like I was the root of all his problems.

“All right then,” Connor continued. “You’ll be moving in with him on Sunday. Get your things packed.”

I could’ve sworn Aaron flinched at the mention of my stuff.

“Wait—what do you mean, move in together?” I hadn’t even considered that part when I agreed to this.

Connor raised a brow. “Well, every married couple lives together, don’t they?” Mr. Sinclair looked at him like he'd just been slapped. Guess he didn’t think of that part either.

“I, uh, didn’t think of that,” I muttered, earning a chuckle from Connor.

“Like I said, you'll be married for three years. You're not allowed to be in a relationship with anyone else during that time.” He pushed a contract toward me. “Go through it thoroughly. It lists everything you’re expected to do. If you have any conditions, let me know.”

He looked at Mr. Sinclair—who’d been silent the whole time—and then back at me. “You’ll be paid a million dollars when the contract is signed, and another million when the three years are complete.”

My eyes widened. That was more than the original offer.

“This is…” I fumbled for words. Both men looked at me, waiting.

“Too little?” Aaron spoke for the first time since we started talking. The man might be the devil’s right hand—or worse—but I wouldn’t deny his sheer masculinity. He stood at least 6’2", with thick black hair, hazel eyes, a straight nose with a slight crook—like it had been broken once—razor-sharp jawline, and full, kissable lips. Shame that someone who looked like that had the personality of a rabid wolf. Though, oddly enough, it seemed he saved most of that bite just for me.

“Venus.” Connor’s voice snapped me out of my daze. I’d zoned out right in front of them—embarrassing.

“Yes. I meant it’s enough. More than enough,” I said quickly.

Aaron’s lips twisted slightly.

“Good. You have until Friday to go through it and sign.” Connor handed me the file. I took it and stood to leave.

“And Venus?” Connor leaned back in his chair.

“You can’t breathe a word of this to anyone. If you do, the deal’s off.”

“Of course,” I said, then left the office.

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