The Games We Play

The Games We Play

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He married her for the sake of the company. It was just another business deal for him. He had a girlfriend from the start and wasn't willing to give her up, disrespecting their vows. He hated his wife, Mikayla, with a passion even though she hardly crossed his way. She is a goody two shoes and never gave him a solid reason to hate her. She cooked and cleaned for him and noticed his likes and dislikes even though they've never shared a meal and the majority of his time was spent in another girl's bedroom. What happens when his mom demands a child from them, claiming it's in their contract and they have exactly 4 months to make it happen? When did his older brother become so close with his wife? Will he break free from this unwanted marriage or will the unwanted make him fall?
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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