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

Chapter 78

It was true when they said all you needed to do was breathe different air and all your problems would disappear. That was what I was feeling about Paris.

Being in this city was like being transported to a different reality. All my cares and worries had been cast to the side for the time being and I simply existed in this space with just Damon and L.

Sitting in a small little cafe drinking hot chocolate and eating croissants seemed like such an everyday thing for most of the people there. But for me, it was this whole different experience.

I sipped on my hot chocolate and moaned, rehshing its sweet taste.

“You weren’t moaning like that when I woke you up this morning.”

Iblushed “Damon

He smirked “Do you know. I love it when your cheeks go all pink with embarrassment? It’s the cutest thing I have ever seen.” “I love that seeing me squirm makes me happy.”

He leaned over the table to whisper in my ear. “Doesn’t just make me happy. It turns me on, wife,”

“Stop it I laughed, playfully smacking his arm. “We are in a public place, husband”

This is France, mon cherie. This place is made for lovers.” He winked, “I’m sure if I spread you bare on the table right now these people wouldn’t even bat an eye.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Is that a challenge?” He cocked an eyebrow waiting for me. “Because you know I’m always up for a good challenge, my love.”

One thing I had learned over these months of being married to him was that the man was true to his word. If he said that he wanted to take me over his lap, he would. If he said that he would book out an entire restaurant just so we could have sex on the table, he would. So I knew damn well that he was very serious about this too.

“Why can’t we just keep it PG in public?” I groaned

I know I sounded like I was complaining but we both knew how much I loved this side of him. He pushed me out of my comfort zone constantly and never once had I regretted it. The man always found ways to make this mundane life of mine exciting

“With you, there is no such thing as PG, my love. I look at you once and I’m ready to go.” He snapped his finger for added effect “Just like that ”

“Okay Casanova, turn it down a notch, it’s only eight in the morning.”

“True, but it’s eleven at night in LA He wagged his eyebrows which made me laugh.

This man was something else but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He lit up my heart in ways that could not fully be expressed in words.

“So what shall we do today, my Casanova?”

“Whatever your heart desires, my lady. Whatever your heart desires.”

The day came and went.

We had walked so much I had thought I would be tired but I still had so much energy in my body. We went to the Louvre. Then we went to a pasta–making class, to which I smashed and my husband butchered but that was to be expected. The man burnt water on the best of days so I had not been expecting much from him.

And now he was taking me on a surprise dinner date.

This whole holiday had been just pure spontaneity. Nothing was planned, we were just playing all by ear. But this had been the one thing that he wanted full control over. And with our time in Paris coming to a close soon enough, it was perfect. “Now we can put this on.” He blindfolded me as we sat in the back of the car that was taking us to the next destination. “Can you see?”

“No, but I think you may have just smudged my makeup.”

“You’re fine, I promise.” He kissed the back of my hand, holding onto it.

Damon was one of those closeted romantics. His love was not always loud and outspoken. Sometimes it whispered. In the flowers, he sent because I had told him I was having a bad day. Or the bubble bath he had running for me when I told him I was PMSing. There were also times he would just hold me because he knew that his touch calmed me.

And then there were tunes when his love was loud, like the necklace I wore around my neck tonight. It was by far the most extravagant gift he had given me but not my favorite. That spot was reserved for my ring. It symbolized the very start of what was uns.

We drove for a little while longer until we came to a stop.

My husband guided me out of the car and led me down what sounded like a gravel path. As we drew down this path I could hear the gentle strumming of violins. The melody was soft and romantic. It was the kind of music you would expect on a Parisian night

We came to a stop and my heart was in my mouth. I didn’t know why I was so nervous. It was just date night. We had many of those in the past. But something about this man always gave me butterflies.

Slowly the blindfold came down to reveal a table surrounded by roses and candles. To the far left there was the violin quartet that was strumming the same song I had wanted to walk down the aisle to. It was also the one that I had always pictured to be our first dance.

When I looked around the area it dawned on me where we were.

“You didn’t.”

We were standing in the middle of the gardens in none other than the Versailles. This was a historical sight and I was sure that we were not allowed to have a private dinner after hours. But somehow here we were.

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“Good?” I whirled around and threw myself at him. “You just smashed it. I don’t know how you’re going to top this one, baby. This is incredible.

He twirled me around his arms eliciting a slew of giggles from my chest. I was so giddy I couldn’t help but laugh. “You are incredible.” He slammed his lips on mine. “You are incomparable. You, my wife, are just simply divine.”

“Tone it down buddy, you already have the ring on my finger.”

He set me down, his smile never once leaving his face. “I have the ring on you, but what about a baby inside you?”

I laughed but then my laugh sobered when I saw the serious expression on his face. “Wait, you’re serious.”

“Yeah, why not? I want to build a family with you, my love. I want to create the kind of environment we never had growing. up.” He cupped my face between his large hands. “So what do you say? Will you make a family with me?”

“A thousand times yes.”

Just thinking about mini Damon’s and Adelaide’s running around brought tears to my eyes. Our love in human form. A byproduct of all the good that we had to offer.

He pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss. When we pulled apart I could already see where his mind was headed and though I was riding on the same wavelength I wanted to have our dinner.

When next could I say that I dined in the Versailles gardens?

“So how about dinner?” I pulled out of his hold leading him to the small table.

“What if I just want to skip to dessert?”

“Patience is a virtue, husband.” I winked at him over my shoulder.

“Virtue my ass,” he grumbled back to me as he pulled out my chair. He then leaned forward, his lips kissing my bare shoulder. “I’ll wait, my love. But don’t make me wait too long or these violinists will have quite the show on their hands.”

I blushed.

And suddenly I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over.