You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

In Capital Z, only the most elite could afford the membership of ‘Luxury Bar’. It has the same size of a Five-Star hotel with complete high-end bar amenities and most expensive well- known liquors. They say that every member here has their own exclusive room and personal butlers. Its security is undeniably very tight. That’s why this is the favorite stomping ground of most VIPs.

That included Bill Sky. His cousin Gab Kenley, is the owner of this bar. He’s one year younger than Bill and also very good looking. He’s the type of a playful boy next – door.

Marcus Savor is his second cousin. He’s 3 years older than Bill. He also has good genes as him, but Marcus had tied the knot last year by his parents’ demand. Savor Group is the leading hoteliers in Capital Z.

The three cousins often meet here for a drink and shared personal and business insights.

“What’s up man?” Gab cheerfully greeted Bill when they entered their VIP room.

Bill almost finished one bottle of whiskey when his two cousins arrived.

“I’m all ears man, Let’s talk!” Marcus added trying to guess what Bill’s going to lay on the table.

Both of them sat down beside Bill and the latter started to share them about his parents’ demands.

“Woah! Then maybe it’s time for you to get a wife then.” Gab let out a big smile at Bill.

Bill sneered at him as a warning for him to stop joking around.

“Okay then, how about considering the promiscuous Trishia Meyer? You know man, how much she tried hard to get your attention in last night’s banquet.” Marcus suggested with a bright hint of his eyes, expecting to hear an approval from Bill.

Trishia Meyer is the daughter of Senator Gregory Meyer, whom expected to run the next presidency in Capital Z. She’s strikingly beautiful and hot. She’s the perfect definition of ‘Barbie’ with a 100% aggressiveness. Trishia used her money lavishly to track down Bill’s schedule every day, that’s why she suddenly appeared wherever Bill is. She is viciously obsessed with him.

“She’s not bad! Uncle Ed and Aunt Kelly will surely love her. She came from a political dynasty family. She has a strong political back-up. It’s going to be a win – win man!” Gab added while sipping whiskey from his glass.

Bill stuck in a deep thinking, he keeps on drinking from his glass and said “Hell no way! As clever as Trishia Meyer, I cannot give her the advantage to tie me up in front of my parents. I cannot give her the satisfaction.” He firmly sees what’s coming with him presenting Trishia Meyer to his parents. That’s a checkmate. He cannot let that happen.

“Oh! So, who’s going to be?” Gab was a bit surprised with his answer while pouring more whiskey to Bill’s glass.

then give it to them.” Marcus cut Gab and tapped Bill’s shoulder. Of all people, he knew that his two

Foster’ Bill’s mood changed. He was exceedingly irritated and his grip on his glass harden. ‘This woman’s name is a curse.’ He thought while

decided to go home separately. Bill got up first and exited from their VIP room. Outside, he is already accompanied by his personal bodyguard. While they were heading to the basement parking where his driver is waiting, he decided to call his

answer from the other side. He is now a

willing to give all yourself to serve him

walking in the hallway while holding his phone to his ear when suddenly his lips was invaded by fascinatingly sweet mixed with alcohol taste lips. ‘Shit! Who is this crazy woman?’ He angrily thought while

is so fucking addictive. These fucking lips are so smooth! I want more!’ There is no way he will let her go just like this. No one can just simply kiss him wherever and whenever they want. He cannot help himself to feel the urge to take her down straight away right there, right that very

fucking dead!’ He couldn’t believe that this happened in an instant while he carefully tailing his Boss. When George was about

his Boss’s order. Remembering this, George was again dumbfounded as he couldn’t help watching his Boss’s every action. Noticing his Boss’s intimacy, he paved his way to the corner and waited

the wall. With his body, cornering her, he crushed her lips and the kiss became torrid until the other party stopped

inch, she stared at the man she just kissed passionately, but couldn’t see him clearly. It’s completely blurred. She tried to open her eyes, but it seems that her eye glasses were full of mist. She was completely drunk and she was

his two shoulders, she tried pushing him to free herself from his tight embrace. Using all her strength left, she forced herself to squeeze out of him, but it was to no avail. Now she

hell he’s doing to me?’ Her thoughts are like

got it. She cannot solve this by force might as well

and full of masculinity bearing a big wave of authority. He more tightened his grip to her waist, sending shivers and pleasure in her entire body. Plus, his scent was very compelling to her nose. Without seeing the man’s face she already knew that

this man do whatever

She slapped him. She slapped the man who just called her ‘My Dear’. She slapped the man whose strength is so overly strong to hers. She struggled crazily

two arms and pinned her against the wall using his full strength

the corner and found out his Boss being beaten by a girl.

die?” Bill with arrogance, asked angrily to the girl who just slapped her. He is so furious that he could kill. He grasped her neck with one hand. He never been slapped in this lifetime. He is Bill Sky, no one dared to hurt him. He is the leader of the of the ‘Ruthless King’ company. There is no way he will be slapped

of me, you Freak! I don’t need to know you. I don’t care who you are!” She cried out loud while finding her breath. She will never let this

allow him to kill her. In a wink, she abruptly pounced

man crouched down quickly with

to run away swiftly like lightning bolts. She disappeared in a split

face, but what he was scared of was his thought of the girl. ‘Poor girl! Your life is finished!’ George knew his Boss very well. He will not let her run away from him just like that. She can never hide away from him. ‘Even a needle that