Contract marriage: My billionaire’s cure

Marcus sat on a stool in the kitchen counter and stared at me in frustration.

“Why are you so moody today?” I asked him while making a soup for me.

He leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Marcus speak” I blew the soup and drank it sip by sip.

“You had been like this since you woke up. You are not gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“You really don’t know what’s wrong?” Marcus asked, irritation lacing his voice.

I innocently shook my head and Marcus let out a low groan in anger. I offered him soup but he just continued to glare at me.

Madeline was cleaning the pool saying she can’t handle the tension inside. Marcus had been firing up the entire morning with his silent treatment and constant huffing and puffing.

I kept my hands on the kitchen counter and leaned to his face. “Tell me what’s wrong”

“Why would I, when you don’t even care”

I threw my hands up in the air. What the hell is wrong with him? I cupped his face with my palms and angled his head to me. But he gripped my wrists and pulled my hands away.

“Oh my god. I can’t deal with this. Does men suddenly have periods?”

“I’m going to work” Marcus got up and walked outside with his keys. I ran after him but he got in the car and drove off.

Annoyed, I stomped inside and sat on the couch to cool down. Madeline looked at me in pity and then walked inside, muttering to herself.

I stood up to get dressed but my head started spinning and I felt bile rising up my throat. I quickly rushed to the bathroom and emptied everything I ate.

I rinsed my mouth before sitting down on the bathroom floor. I leaned on the bathtub and massaged my temples.

Does my body now function according to Marcus’s moods?

Finally after a few painful moments I drove off to my office. Everyone at the entrance greeted me but I didn’t since my entire morning was ruined by Marcus. I glared at everyone and strode inside in fury. But I came to an abrupt halt seeing my receptionist eyeing me and then tapping furiously on her phone.

I felt something suspicious so I snatched her phone. I scrolled through it and saw that there was a company group chat about me. And the group’s name was bad ass boss. I opened it and everyone was talking about my mood in the morning.

I looked around the lobby and all my employees from the top floors were leaning on the spiral staircase, staring at me in fear. I stomped to the center and looked up.

“Is this what you do instead of working? Gossiping about me?” A moment later the company bursted into loud noises as everyone began whispering to each other.

One death glare from me shut them up.

“That’s it. I’m coming to inspect you all”

Suddenly a chorus of gasps were heard and everyone started running to their floors. At the moment I felt like a principal in a school feared by all students. But I cared less.

I walked up the stairs but Sarah jumped in and stopped me.

“Ma’am no one is prepared for an inspection. We thought you would be taking the day off for-”

“Day off for what?”

“For a date with Mr. Anderson”

“Why would I suddenly go on a date with him?”

“Uhh” Sarah looked around uncomfortably and dragged me out of the building.

“Don’t tell me you forgot” Sarah asked in shock.

“Forget what? What the hell is wrong with everyone today?” I exclaimed in irritation, wondering what I have been missing on.

“Oh my god I can’t believe this” Sarah threw her hands up in shock and started shaking me violently. “Today is your anniversary”

“Anniversary?” I asked dumbfounded.

“Yes it’s been one year since you married Mr. Anderson”

I felt all the blood in my veins turn cold. Shit! Did I freaking forget that? Oh my god no wonder Marcus was really pissed in the morning.

“I can’t believe I forgot it. Is it even possible for wives to forget anniversaries?” I bit my nails in utter disappointment and looked at Sarah for help.

“Call him”

I nodded my head and I took my phone out to call Marcus but he cut the call. I took Sarah’s phone out of her pocket and tried calling him and then he picked up.

“Hello”

“Marcus I’m sorry I’m so sorry-”

“I’m not coming home tonight” he spat angrily.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t want to” then he cut the call leaving me in agony.

My face fell as sadness washed over me. Sarah looked at me in pity and hugged me tightly.

“I don’t want him to be angry at me”

“I know” she patted my back and soothed me. After calming myself, I apologized to everyone for my rude behaviour and went back to work.

In the evening Sarah barged into my room and said that she found out from Steve where Marcus was. She instructed me to go and meet him so I drove to Campbell’s hotel where he was staying.

As soon as I walked inside I ran to the reception and the receptionist eye’s widened in recognition.

“Mrs. Anderson we thought you wouldn’t be coming”

“Well I am here aren’t I? Now can I have the keys to Marcus’s room”

“Umm but Sir said you won’t be coming”

I glared at her and slammed my hands on the desk. “You want to get fired? Because I know your boss very well and he would not like your behaviour” I spat through gritted teeth.

“No no please. Here’s the keycard” The petite girl looked down ready to cry. I snatched the keycard and ran to the elevator.

Reaching the top floor I walked to the room the receptionist gave me. I stopped at the door as I heard loud moaning sounds.

I checked the keycard and the room number but they matched. This was Marcus’s room. But why do I hear a woman moaning? Or am I hearing things?

To confirm what I hear I leaned in and kept my ears to the door. As I heard the sounds again I felt flames rising up my body.

I slid the card and stormed in ready to kill Marcus and whoever the bitch he was with.

I barged in and gasped in shock.

“What the hell?”

…

I gaped in shock at the two teenagers having sex on a bed with a floral canopy above them. Rose petals were scattered on the floor and the sheets were ripped into a mess.

“Who the hell are you?” The boy quickly covered the girl and screamed at me.

“Who the hell are you? I shouted back, too dumbfounded to even grasp the situation. “And what are you doing in my husband’s room?”

“This is not your husband’s room. This is ours” He roared in irritation.

“What-” before I could finish the sentence the receptionist came running, her hair fallen out of pins and her uniform creased.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry” She stood in front of me and whimpered, moist filling her eyes.

“What’s going on?” I pointed at the teenagers and asked in fury.

“Earlier Mr. Anderson booked this room for your Anniversary but then later on cancelled it and went to another room. Sorry ma’am I forgot it. Please forgive me” She hiccuped trying to get the words out of her mouth.

“Where is he now?”

“Here. I brought the keycard” She gave it to me and I shot daggers at her before storming out.

I searched for his room and when I found it I slid the card and I walked inside. Marcus was on the bed sleeping peacefully, hugging the pillow to himself. One of his legs were draped around another pillow cuddling it like the koala bear he was.

Guilt crept inside me seeing him like this. I felt ashamed for thinking he was unfaithful to me. The most important thing in a relationship was trust but I broke it by suspecting him.

I can’t face him. I couldn’t.

Wiping away the tears in my eyes I turned to walk away.

“Camilla”

I stopped in my tracks as Marcus called from behind me. I heard the bed creak as he got up. His footsteps followed to me and he kept his hands on my shoulder, turning me to him.

I sniffled, unable to control my sobs. My lips were probably plump and eyes red. I glanced at Marcus through my tear filled eyes and he cupped my face in worry.

“Camilla why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry-” I hiccuped in guilt. “I’m sorry for suspecting you and I’m sorry for forgetting our anniversary”

Marcus angled my face to him. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not mad at you for forgetting the anniversary. I’m sorry for the way I behaved today and-” He looked at me hesitantly. “Why do you mean by suspecting me?”

“I-I went to the room you booked earlier” I sniffled, tears pouring down my eyes. “I heard moaning sounds so I thought you were cheating on me. I didn’t trust you Marcus” I cried loudly and he pulled me to his chest.

“Camilla I would never cheat on you. Never”

“I know-i feel bad Marcus” I cried into his chest, wetting his perfect white shirt.

“Shh. It’s okay. Now you know. Let’s go” Marcus dragged me to the bed and sat me on it.

“Wait I got something for you” He walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He took a small box out and came back to the bed.

“Here”

“What is this?”

He opened the box and there was a heart shaped gold necklace with our initials engraved. “A present for our anniversary”

“Marcus I’m sorry. I didn’t even bring you anything-”

“Shh you being here is enough for me. And I got you something else” Marcus bent down and took a flower bouquet from under the bed.

“This was in my car today morning but now the flowers are all withered. Sorry”

Another wave of sadness washed over me seeing how much excited he was for today. I hated myself for forgetting such an important thing.

“I’m sorry Marcus” I whispered lowly, afraid that I would ruin our relationship.

“Don’t be” He wiped a tear off my face with his thumb. “Now can I put this necklace on your neck?”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I nodded my head and held my hair up as he put it around my neck. Marcus was everything. He was gentle, kind, loving and much more. It felt as if I got a man out of a book. He was a gift in my life.

“Let’s sleep here” Marcus patted the pillow.

“What? But I didn’t bring any clothes”

“You don’t need clothes to sleep in front of me” Marcus smirked and I gently slapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m not gonna undress but I will sleep here” I wrap my hands around him and leaned into him but the sudden nauseousness came back.

I quickly got off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

“Camilla are you okay? Camilla” Marcus knocked furiously, in worry.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine. I-” Think, Think of a lie Camilla. “I need to rinse my mouth before sleeping” Marcus was hesitant but then he left.

Why do I suddenly feel sick? I thought of all the possibilities and one hit me.

I unfastened my buttons and looked at my breast. They were swollen. I tried to think when I had my last periods and it was sometime ago.

I quickly dialled my phone and called Sarah.

“Sarah I need you to do me a favour”

“What?” She asked in confusion.

“I-i need-” I felt a lump in my throat. “a test kit”

“What kind of test kit? And for what?”

“I think I’m pregnant”