Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 1

It was quite a passionate night.

Amy Miller was sleeping and felt someone came closer to her. Did Matt, her husband, come back? She wanted to opened her eyes but she felt too sleepy to make it. The next second, that man already took off her clothes and left kisses on her body.

She was turned on and felt her desire was ignited by him. She wanted more and couldn’t help moaning in a low voice, which made him more excited.

The sex was wonderful and she didn’t count how many times she came. But she was exhausted in the end. The last thing she remembered was that he caressed her cheek gently.

And she just said, "Let’s stop and rest. Please, I’m really tired."

After that, she passed out.

Sunlight poured in as dawn awoke the sky. A violent knock on the door woke Amy. She opened her eyes and looked around. But to her surprise, she wasn't in her bridal chamber.

Her marriage to Matt Wilson was the night before. The wedding was so pleasant that Amy drank quite a bit. After having the last glass of wine toasted by her intimate friend, Gina White, Amy forgot what happened.

She had no time to recall the night before. She picked up her torn wedding dress from the floor and pulled it on in a hurry as pain wracked her entire body. Before Amy had the dress on all the way, a group of journalists broke the door down and rushed in with Matt close behind them. The flashing cameras startled Amy so much that she reached for Matt's hand. But he shook off her.

"Amy Miller. We haven’t even been married half a day and you can't wait to sleep with other man. You son of a bitch!" Matt said, stepping forward and slapping her cheek so hard that it echoed through the room.

"Matt!"

Matt beat her down, catching her off guard. Her face swelled within seconds. She cried out and covered her face with her hand as she tried to put together what was happening.

"Amy, I can't believe you would do such a terrible thing! Matt had been waiting for you in the bridal chamber for the whole night, but you never came. And now you turned out to be busy having sex with someone else last night. How could you?"

Gina walked up to her and tossed the photos to Amy with a foxy glance.

Amy looked at her doubtfully and picked up the photos. The next moment, her face turned pale. She was clearly having sex with a man in the photo. Although his face didn’t show in the picture, he wasn’t Matt.

‘What the hell is going on? Why did I sleep with this strange man last night?’ Amy totally blanked.

"Listen to me, Matt. I can explain."