Neptune

Chapter 5 | The Contract

Instead of looking at a perverted old businessman who would greet me with disgusting laughter, I'm looking at a young man—probably only a couple of years older than me.

Trust me, I've been in Hollywood for years, and I've seen a lot of gorgeous men. Like, a lot. But, hell, this man here right in front of me, Lucas fucking Klein, can sit on one of the thrones there and declare himself as one of the gods.

He's unbelievably handsome, tall and perfectly built. His hair is dark chocolate, his eyes hazel and piercing, his jaw sharp.

The fact that he's wearing a suit and a playful smirk now creeps on his lips doesn't help. He's a man who would probably make women feel like getting angel wings if he ever kissed them.

What the hell? Why would someone fit enough to be the world's most wanted bachelor send me such a stupid letter?

Maybe he has knocked his head really hard and suffers brain damage.

"Luke Klein." He extends his hand to shake hands with me, but I'm still so starstruck that I can barely register what's going on.

Well, even if I weren't starstruck, I still wouldn't shake his hand. No, that will never happen.

Noticing my jaw drop, Luke lets out a deep chuckle, shoving his hand into his pocket as he tilts his head, staring at me with amusement. "I see. You haven't googled me. I did tell you to do that first. It might have saved you from the shock."

I've never seen a man so narcissistic—I suddenly want to pull my hair out. "You're crazy. You're insane. You're a luna—"

"We're not going to have this conversation," he cuts me off. "At least not when we're not alone. I believe that I require some privacy when talking to my future wife."

Mike growls. "You can't just kick me out—" Before he can finish his sentence, two of Luke's bodyguards lock his arms, pinning him to the ground and handcuffing him.

I scream, my eyes wide. Since when did those two bodyguards enter the room? And did they just overpower Mike, who is clearly bigger than them?

There's nothing I can do when they drag Mike out of the room, the sound of him cursing fading out. My eyes feel like burning when I snap my head back toward Luke.

"You can go, Ashton," Luke commands his secretary, and Ashton nods before walking out of the room.

That leaves the two of us alone.

"You can't just do that," I hiss.

"Technically, you're in my building," he says nonchalantly. "I can get rid of any intruder."

"He's my bodyguard."

"I didn't invite him," he says.

"Just stop this madness," I shout. "What the fuck do you want from me? Why the hell did you write that letter? And worse, brainwashing my whole team?"

He stares at me for a while, amusement still in his eyes. A scoff leaves his mouth. "So your team agrees with me, don't they? I guess they are smart."

The more this person speaks, the more his words boil my blood.

"You see, Miss Celebrity," he speaks in a low voice, eyeing me with his intense dark eyes. "You might have thought ill of my generosity."

"Generosity?" I feel like I want to scream. "What kind of generosity is this? You could have retracted the news without marrying me."

A small smile forms on the corner of his lips.

"Then what will I get?" he asks. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a businessman. Every decision I make must benefit me."