Contract marriage: My billionaire’s cure

I woke up with a jolt. I had such a weird dream of kissing Marcus. That was by far the most embarrassing dream I had ever had.

As I got up my head started pounding. I suddenly regretted my decision last night to go clubbing and getting drunk. I wanted to kill Ally right now.

As I was getting ready to go to the bathroom, someone knocked on my door.

“Camilla this is some soup I made from an old family recipe. It might make you feel better” Madeline handed me some soup in a small bowl.

“Did Ally bring me back or did you have to call security?” I yawned and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

“Oh no Sir brought you back”

All the organs in my body stopped functioning.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” I yelled at her in surprise.

“He carried you in his arms last night”

I stood still for good seconds and then shut the door loudly not wanting to hear anymore. I knew that was rude but my mind was elsewhere .

I sprinted to my bed and got my phone which I always kept under the pillow just in case a burglar broke in which is highly unlikely in this rich neighborhood.

I dialled Ally quickly but it went to voicemail. I called again and this time she picked up. “Hello?” Her sleepy voice spoke through the phone.

“Ally what happened last night? Why did Marcus carry me back?” I prayed several times wishing it wasn’t true.

“Oh that” I heard her yawn before continuing. “He came yesterday when you were drunk. He told me he’ll take care of you but nevertheless I watched you from far away. He told you something and you smiled like a maniac and then kissed him”

All the color drained from my face, my hands started shaking. I bit my nails and continuesly tapped the floor with my foot in complete horror. I kissed him? So it wasn’t a dream?

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” I screamed, hopping my loud voice would scare away all the demonic memories of last night before they hit me in the head and makes me remember.

“Oh my god my ear. Can you please not shout?” she groaned. “And wait! Don’t tell me you don’t remember last night” Ally replied with a hint of accusation in her voice.

But it was too late. All the memories began banging on my head. This was far too embarassing. How the hell am I supposed to face him after I kissed him? And I vaguely remember that he didn’t kiss me back which made my already sour mood even worse.

I pulled my hair in annoyance. “You stupid dumb idiot Camilla!” I cursed myself and walked to the bathroom. I opened the shower and wished that I could wash myself away and disappear down the drain from this world.

After spending half of my life in the shower I stomped out in frustration. I opened my wardrobe and change into a light pink chiffon top with white shorts.

I quietly walked down the stairs hoping not to see Marcus but only to find him seated at the dinning table drinking coffee with a newspaper in hand.

My jaw dropped at the sight of him. He was wearing a royal blue collared shirt with white pants, an expensive watch in his wrist, sunlight penetrating through the windows, shinning on his already handsome face. It was like in those weird movies where the girls sees hearts flying around the guy’s head.

I had the sudden urge to run my hands over his hard muscles, but I quickly shook my head in embarrassment and self loathing. What’s wrong with me today?

I tiptoed down the stairs but Marcus raised his head from the newspaper and looked at me. I awkwardly smiled and started walking away.

“Where are you going?”

I stopped and turned around. “Out”

“Out where?”

“To the-uh streets” I said more like a question.

“What are you going to do in the street?”

Camilla think think. “I’m-I’m going to explore the extension of human civilization. I’ll be back” I said merrily and turned around to leave but his voice stopped me.

“Come and sit” He ordered and I groaned before walking to the table and sat on a chair across him.

“Did you sleep well?”

Why was he suddenly talking? It only made me want to shrink back into the embarrassment I was feeling.

“Y-yes I did” I stuttered and started gulping the food in a rush.

We had a moment of peacefulness until Madeline decided to drop a bomb.

“Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, I have a family matter that I need to attend to. And I’m really sorry but can I have a day or two off?” Madeline asked Marcus expectantly while looking at me with puppy eyes. It seemed like Marcus didn’t usually give days off.

“Okay, when will you be coming back?

“Probably Tuesday”

Marcus nodded his head and a big grin appeared on Madeline’s face. “So Camilla I will pack my bags now. Hope you have a good weekend”

Good weekend? I scoffed. I’m gonna be stuck till Tuesday with a porcupine fish who might shed it’s spines and attack me anytime of the day or maybe even night. I gasped at the thought.

“Why are you scoffing and gasping?”

My spoon almost hit the back of my throat and I coughed, almost choking before I looked at him.

Marcus stared at me with raised eyebrows and then leaned in. “I want to talk about last night-”

“I have some work to do. I’ll talk with you later” I waved a bye and sprinted to my room not glancing back once and closed the door quickly.

For a few hours I engrossed myself in the new designs Sarah had sent me the day before. But nothing seemed to take my mind off what happened last night. It was as clear as day, I kissed Marcus and he didn’t reciprocate.

He didn’t like what I did yesterday. There was no other reason for him to want to talk about it. If I was given a chance to time travel then I would choose to go back to last night without a second thought.

It was already lunch time and my stomach was growling. So I went downstairs hopping to cook something but only to be halted to an abrupt stop before I made it all the way down.

The handsome man I saw today morning was cooking in the kitchen. He was frying something in a pan and his hands were moving so swiftly as if he was an expert in this. If only that man wasn’t my husband I would have been bewitched by him.

I inched a little closer to Marcus and peeked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

“I thought you were vegetarian. Why are you frying sausages?” I pointed at the pan.

” Oh these are for you” I felt like my eyes would pop out of their sockets. I was surprised to learn that this piece of wood had a heart. I continued to watch as he simply stared at me with curious eyes.

“What are you gonna eat?” I quickly broke the awkward staring contest we were having.

“I was planning on making spaghetti for both of us. Cheese for me and sausage for you”

A small smile crept to my face as he said it. I couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful green eyes. They were mesmerizing. One could easily get lost in those eyes which were as beautiful as the ocean itself.

But he was so bipolar. One day he ignores me and the next day he cooks for me. And to be honest I was also bipolar. One day I hate him and the other day I see him as a hot angel descended down from heaven.

“I’ll help you” Not wanting to be useless I took the spaghetti and started cooking. I quickly learned that he and I both like spicy food. So I added more sauce to the first meal we were about to share in his house.

We talked about simple stuff. Mostly related to the food we liked. As I cooked I saw Marcus looking at me several times and it made my heart flutter.

I didn’t know what had gotten into me but ever since I saw him so fragile all I wanted to do was take care of him. But I knew better than to fall for him. It would only hurt me in the end.

“Okay done” I raised my hands up in victory and he chuckled.

After taking the plates to the table we ate our decent meal in silence. But thankfully it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence.

“You want ice cream?” I asked with excitement.

“Sure” He nodded his head with a smile. Did he just smile? What crawled up his ass last night?

While I took the ice cream from the freezer he put the dishes in the dishwasher.

I opened the ice cream container and took a spoon to serve it into bowls. Marcus stood beside me waiting for his ice cream. We both liked vanilla so we decided to eat it.

Marcus said he eats chocolate when necessary but never as an ice cream and I on the other had eats chocolate in any form possible.

“Okay mister here is your ice cream” I swung the spoon like a wand as I handed him his bowl.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My magical spoon decided to go against my commands. As I swung the spoon around, the ice cream in it flew off and landed on Marcus’s face.

Shit.

He closed his eyes as ice cream dripped from his face.

I stared at him in shock for a moment but then couldn’t hold back the laughter that was trying to escape my lips. His cheeks were covered in vanilla ice cream making him look like a ghost you would find in scooby doo.

Soon I started cracking up. I kept my hands on the kitchen counter for support and bent down, laughing hard.

“Are you laughing at me?” Marcus asked with a serious tone but a few second later he chuckled seeing me laughing.

“I can’t- you don’t need a bowl. Just lick your face”

“Well let’s see how your wand works on you” Marcus winked and took my spoon and swung it just like I did.

All the ice cream in the spoon was thrown at my face and I gasped loudly. I raised my head to look at Marcus only to see him laughing.

He looks so cute when he laughs. Wait! What crawled up my ass today?

After we both spent hours of laughing at each other we both went to our rooms to take a shower. As I came out I saw Marcus’s room through my glass windows which stretched as big as one wall.

Marcus was standing near his glass wall, already changed into a white shirt and black pants. He had his towel around his neck and his head was bent low. I edged closer to the window and faintly saw him smiling to himself.

Suddenly he turned to my way and I quickly ducked, already red with embarassment. I crawled to the side in all fours and closed the curtains.

This was a new side of him which I wished to see everyday. So to make the day better I braced myself to watch a movie with him.

After relaxing myself from all the embarrassment I went to his side of the house and knocked on the door. He opened it after two knocks and I stood on the other side with a big fat smile on my face.

“Umm…want to watch a movie?” I had already prepared myself for his refusal but surprisingly he nodded with a smile on his face.

And he shocked me again when he walked into my room instead of going downstairs. Ignoring all the weird things happening I sat on my bed as Marcus turned on the TV. Soon the awkwardness washed away and we both were enjoying the movie.

When the movie came to an end I looked at Marcus but he was sleeping, his head lying on my shoulder. I tried tapping his head a few times but he wouldn’t even budge.

And I also felt guilty for trying to wake him up from the peaceful sleep his was in. So I slowly leaned him down on the pillow and moved to the other end of the bed before closing my eyes. I didn’t know why I slept on the bed next to him but one thing was sure.

I didn’t want a broken spine after sleeping on the couch.