The Billionaire's Contract

R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D {11}

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Alesandra's POV
He rejected me. I was R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D. What did I do wrong? Was I not sultry enough? Was I a bad kisser? Was he seeing someone? All those questions and then some worried me. He'd looked so good, so perfect and he didn't want me.

Winter told me that if I tried anything and everything to get him in bed, he would. That was why I grabbed at his towel. Now looking back, it was honestly the stupidest thing I've ever done.

I tossed and turned all night and when Lucian tried to wrap a pitying arm around my waist during the night, I rolled away.

After a terrible night, I rolled out of bed at 7 to attempt and make something for us to eat. The sunlight coming from the floor to ceiling windows was reason enough to wake up along with the fact that I'd fired Ginny and hadn't gotten another maid to take over Ginny's chores.

As I shuffled past the bathroom, I could hear the shower running, steam roiling out from under the 2 way mirror door. I couldn't see in, but Lucian could see out. With a heavy heart, I stomped down the stairs and into the large kitchen to begin breakfast.

After I'd finished making waffles and eggs, I heard Lucian walk in. I spun around to find him in his usual sleek, black suit, his hair trimmed and styled as usual. His gray eyes scanned mine with pity before he walked closer, his tall and muscular frame preeminent compared to me. He leaned forward and slowly brought his fingers to my face.

He trailed his thumb down my jaw, his gaze never leaving mine. Lucian leaned so close to me, our lips were millimeters away. I inched forward slowly. "I'm sorry about last night." He whispered before stepping back.

I shook my head, heat spreading up my neck. "That doesn't matter anymore. Can we–uh, just forget that ever happened?" I spun around and grabbed both porcelain China plates and set them on the dining table.

After we took our seats, we began to eat in silence.

"Where's Ginny?" Lucian asked quietly after a long time, a vein was visible on the side of his neck.

I cleared my throat and took a sip of my orange juice. "Who's Ginny?" I asked carefully. I was treading on thin ice.

Lucian's head snapped in my direction. "Ginny. The maid who served me breakfast last week." He dropped his fork on the plate.

I shifted in the plush seats awkwardly. The seats seemed too plush. "I don't remember a maid."

"Ales. This is the last time I'm asking." His voice dropped several decibels, a warning tone to them.

"I fired her." I said, my words coming out harsher than I'd intended.

"Damn it, Ales." He pinched his nose bridge, no doubt a headache has sprouted up. "Do you even know who Ginny was?"

"No. And I don't care. I'm sure you can afford another one." I said, anger bubbling inside me like a shaken up soda bottle.

Lucian slammed his fist on the table. "What gives you the right to fire people on your accord?!" He shouted.

"Well being that I am your wife, I would think I'd be able to fire whomever I wished!" I shouted back with as much force, maybe even more.

"Ginny was my mother's best friend!" He shot up from his seat, sending the chair flying to the floor.