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The Billionaire CEO

Marie Hudson

Our New Home

DANIELLE

Danny guides me through the house maze, then we finally arrive back at the sitting area with the large wooden door behind it.

He opens the door, and we go down the hall to the door Cory said was his office. He opens it, then we walk inside.

He takes a seat at the huge desk, and I sit in the black leather chair in front of it. His office is big and decorated with dark furniture.

The desk he is sitting behind is dark cherry with a huge leather chair. The shelves lining the walls are also dark cherry.

He takes out a stack of papers stapled together and slides them across the desk to me.

“This is the contract about our deal. Look it over before you sign it to see if you want to add or remove anything.

“We can negotiate if needed on some things, but others we will not,” he says, locking his eyes on me.

I flip through the papers, slowly reading. I take a pencil, marking a few things that I have questions about. When I’m done, I look back up at him.

“Okay, what can we talk about in there?” he says.

“This one right here that says I must be with you at all times, basically. Even in the house?” I ask as I raise an eyebrow.

“That’s mostly for when we go out to functions. We’ll be attending many business events or balls, so you’ll be required to stay with me during that time.

“When we’re here, you’re free to roam the house, having full use of everything here that you want to do,” he says as he taps the paper.

“That clears that up,” I say as I flip to the next page. “Next question. It’s about the wedding here.”

“What do you want to know about that one?” he asks.

“It says that it will be a small wedding. May I ask why?” I say, wondering why someone with this much money would go small.

“I just wanted something little since this is only temporary. It will be just my family plus a few witnesses in a small church.

“No need to go big, wasting money on something that’s not going to last,” he says dryly.

My mind goes back to why I applied for this in the first place. I’m just a host for him to have a child with.

“Then there’s this one, saying that I’ll have sex with you whenever you require it?” I look at him with shock.

“What’s wrong with that? We only have a few months to get you pregnant, and then you have nine to ten months to have the child. I’m willing to go a few months over a year, but not over two years at all.

“That will give us about a year of trying to get you pregnant. Our doctor will give you shots every week to make it easier for you to get pregnant.

“That way, our contract will become void as soon as the child is born, then you can move on with your life, and so can I,” he says in a kind of chipper tone.

“Does this mean that if I’m walking down the halls when you grab me, I have to go with you right then to have sex?” I ask, looking back down at the thick contract in my hand.

“If you don’t have anywhere or anything important that you’re doing at that time, then yes. Most of the time will either be in the mornings or at night anyway.

“I do have a business to run at the building where you came for your interview. I work from here some, but not all the time,” he says, chuckling.

“What am I expected to do during the day while you’re gone?” I ask while flipping through a few pages to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

“You can remain here. There’s everything you want to do within this house. There’s an indoor heated pool also that I haven’t shown you yet.

“From the looks of your attire, I will also be sending you and your sister shopping to buy clothes that are required for this level of society,” he says as he nods toward my worn clothing.

His hands slide across the desk, revealing a black card with my name on it. I look at it in shock.

“This is yours while we’re married. It’s linked to my bank account, so you have unlimited funds to buy what you want. You will need a wedding dress immediately.

“You will go tomorrow to shop for your dresses. My car will take you to a bridal shop where you already have an appointment. Find something sexy but also tasteful.

“She will need a bridesmaid dress too since she’ll be there with us,” he says, pointing to the card.

“Okay, so what happens after I get pregnant? Do we still have sex, or is it your mission to get me pregnant then stop?” I ask, looking at the card.

“Most likely, we’ll stop. There will be a slew of doctors and nurses that will take care of you daily during that time to ensure the child is developing correctly and that your health is also good.”

“So as soon as the child is born, we’ll get divorced and go our separate ways?” I ask as I put the card down.

“Yes, your money will be put into a banking account, there will be paperwork to sign for the divorce, then you’re free to go,” he says flatly.

“What if I want to go places? Like out to eat with my sister or to get something that I need for one of these functions?” I wonder if I am to be a prisoner in his home.

“As long as you take a bodyguard with you, then I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Bodyguards? Why do I need them?” I ask with a shocked look on my face.

“You are marrying a very powerful and wealthy man. Once the press gets hold of this, your face will be on every newspaper, magazine, and social media site.

“People will want to take your picture and ask questions, along with all kinds of other things too. They will protect you from all that,” he says, leaning back to get something out of his desk.

“Here’s your new phone also. If you need me, you can call. If I don’t answer, I may be in a meeting, but I’ll call you back when I’m done.

“If there’s a huge emergency, text 911. I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and call you immediately.” He slides a brand-new Apple iPhone across the desk.

I look at the pages again, taking a deep breath. I pick up a pen and place it on the line for my signature. I look up at him. He’s observing me.

“The last question. I know you already have an appointment for my sister to start her treatments. Will she be fully covered the entire time, even after this is fulfilled?” I set the pen down as I speak.

He nods. “Yes, we will pay for her treatment and surgery completely.”

I pick the pen up again, moving it over the line on the paper, signing it. I turn to the front page and hand them over to him.

He nods, then puts it in a file. He opens the desk, and I hear a safe open. He shuts the safe, then stands up.

“Come on. I know you’re tired. Let me help you back to your room,” he says as he helps me out of the chair.

“I want to check in on Bailey, make sure she’s settling in well,” I say as I stand.

He nods, then puts his hand on the small of my back to guide me out the door and through the house. The touch is electrifying, sending shivers through my body.

He looks at me with a questioning smile.

“You cold?” he asks with a small smirk.

“Yeah, a little,” I say, trying to hide the truth.

He looks at me with a smile, knowing that I’m not telling the whole truth.

Did he feel it also? Is he trying to find out if I’m feeling the same way?

We stop in front of the room they gave Bailey. “Here’s her room. She’s one flight down from you, then three doors down on the left in case you need to find her on your own,” he says.

I knock and hear scrambling for a few seconds, then she says, “Come in.”

We walk in to see her sitting on the bed and Cory on the couch. Her hair is tousled some, so I shake my head.

“Just checking in on you before I go to bed. Are you good?” I ask, staring at her.

“Yeah, I’m good. This house is amazing. Cory took me on a quick tour, just showing me more of what we didn’t get to see earlier. Also, making sure I know my way around a little.”

She blushes a little.

“Get some sleep, sister; we have a big day tomorrow. Danny is sending us shopping for clothes plus wedding attire. You also have your appointment.” I nod at her on the bed.

She squeals. Danny gives Cory a look as he follows us out of the room.

“DON’T!” Danny says as the door shuts.

“What?” Cory asks in shock.

“I told you earlier about that,” he says gruffly.

Cory stands to his full height, looking at his brother. “You know what? I really don’t care. I’m a grown man, so my heart can do what it wants.”

He storms off as Danny chuckles, and he leads me back to my room.

“What time is our appointment tomorrow?” I ask, looking at him.

“The shop will open at nine in the morning, just for you only. The driver will take you to the shop, then to meet me for lunch at one.”

“Thank you so much. I appreciate everything you’re doing for her,” I say softly.

He looks at me with shock on his face.

“What? I can’t say thank you for everything you’re doing for us?” I cross my arms across my chest.

He shakes his head, then we walk into my room.

“It was unexpected, that’s all,” he says as he looks at me.

“Just because I wasn’t brought up in a rich lifestyle doesn’t mean I don’t have manners,” I say harshly, pointing at him.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I underestimated you, that’s all. Get some sleep. If you need me, then I’m down the stairs, the second door on the right.

“Breakfast will be at seven, so you can leave by eight-thirty. The shop is about twenty minutes from here,” he says as he makes his way back toward the door.

“Okay, and thank you again for everything,” I say, looking at his dark eyes.

He shuts the door, so I get ready for bed. I lie down on the softest mattress ever, falling asleep instantly.

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