The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations by Alicia Roberts

Author:Alicia Roberts
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-07-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

On Sunday morning I woke up feeling excited and giddy, like a kid who's been promised a trip to Disneyland. I got dressed in a rush, pulling on my new jeans and blouse, applying a bit of makeup and fluffing up my hair. I wanted to wake Brad, but I didn't know if he'd appreciate it or not. Thankfully, by the time I came out of the bathroom he was up and had a gorgeous, sleepy look.

"You look wide awake," he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

I laughed, "Go on, sleepyhead! I'm not wasting a minute in Paris." I pulled him off the bed and gave him a gentle shove towards the bathroom, before I grabbed my bag and went downstairs to wait for him. There were pastries laid out on the table, but I had other hopes for breakfast.

As soon as Brad came downstairs, I dragged him outside with me.

"It's too early for the Louvre to be open," he protested, but I merely patted my tummy and he got the hint.

The streets were less busy at this hour, and we strolled along till we found the perfect café - it had tables lined up outside, two large blackboards displaying the breakfast specials, and was buzzing with patrons. Normally I don't like busy cafes, but this one looked so quaint and popular, I knew it was "the one".

We weren't disappointed when we got our food. I'd ordered a chocolate croissant and Brad had a regular croissant; we both had café au lait. As we sipped and ate, I watched the people strolling by and caught snatches of French conversations.

Once we'd finished our leisurely meal, we walked over to the banks of the Seine again.

Holding hands and strolling by the river, I felt like we were one of those couples in love, sharing a romantic escapade in the gorgeous city. I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder. "It's so beautiful."

I watched a white haired couple strolling by hand in hand and thought, if only we were as real as them. I felt Brad kiss the top of my head and heard him say, "I'm glad you're here. You're a great friend to share all this with."

We were friends? I felt myself stiffen slightly at the thought. But yes, of course we were. We were in this together, we were sharing secrets and were partners in crime - surely that made us friends.

I thought Brad was amazing - he was kind and thoughtful, and we shared such great physical chemistry. I knew I'd want to be with him if he hadn't been rich, but he was rich, and that meant he was completely out of my league.

I should be grateful for the contract marriage, I thought - there was no way Brad would've considered being with me otherwise. After all, what did he think of me? I was naïve, excitable and enthusiastic - a far cry from the cool and sophisticated girls he must date all the time. Not to mention, I wasn't as beautiful as them.

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