Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 15

**The Long Didn’t Say by Mark Twain**
**Chapter 15**

**AARON**

As I lifted my gaze from the screen of my phone, I felt a strange sensation, almost like a few brain cells had decided to take a vacation.

Venus.

47.

55 vouchers.

She appeared… transformed. In a good way, of course. The dress she wore clung to her body as if it had been tailored directly onto her skin, accentuating her figure in such a way that it forced me to grapple with my own self-restraint. No bra. That meant I had an unobstructed view of her cleavage, rising and falling with every breath she took.

She embodied the very essence of the goddess she was named after. Divine. Ethereal. A hint of danger lurked in her allure.

Yet, I couldn’t help but notice that she was thin. Not alarmingly so, but just enough for me to mentally jot down a note: feed her more. Take care of that. Ensure she fills out the way a woman of her caliber deserves. She was already the fantasy of every man around… but I wanted her to be mine, and mine alone.

Yes, if I was to play the role of a fake husband, I needed to start thinking like one. Easier said than done.

This was shaping up to be quite the predicament.

I hadn’t realized how long I’d been lost in my thoughts until her voice broke the spell.

“Uh, Mr. Sinclair?”

I blinked, jolted back to reality, and quickly moved to open the passenger door for her. A small recovery, I thought. Just smooth enough to mask how utterly starstruck I had been.

Once I slid into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition, the engine purred to life, a comforting sound amidst my racing thoughts.

“You look so… normal. Whoever styled you worked a miracle,” I remarked, attempting to steer the conversation away from my earlier lapse.

She seemed taken aback, her expression shifting to one of offense.

“Uhm, thanks,” she replied, her voice tinged with confusion.

Well, that was a misstep.

The drive was steeped in awkwardness, painfully so. My grip on the steering wheel tightened more than necessary as I focused intently on the road, desperate to avoid glancing at her legs. Or her mouth. Or the graceful curve of her neck. Anything that might distract me enough to cause an accident. She wasn’t meant to be this distracting; that was part of the reason I had chosen her in the first place.

Eventually, the silence was broken by her attempt at small talk, and I welcomed it like a lifeline.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Elan Noir, we were escorted to my usual table—secluded and quiet, the kind of place where deals were brokered and secrets remained hidden.

The wine was served almost immediately. I offered to order for her, and to my surprise, she nodded in agreement.

“18:15 Wed, Dec 17”

**Chapter 15**

She took a sip, her brow arching in surprise. “This is good.”

Venus wasn’t shy or quiet.

No, she was animated. She was expressive. Tonight, she radiated happiness, a stark contrast to the girl who usually seemed burdened by the weight of the world.

“Glad you like it,” I said, genuinely pleased.

She leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued. “Soooo… what story are we going with?”

Ah, yes. The pivotal reason for this dinner.

“We just clicked. Fell in love,” I said, shrugging casually. Perhaps too casually. I couldn’t afford to mess this up, and that answer sounded far too rehearsed, like a last-minute excuse.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, skepticism etched on her face. “Yeah, right. As if everyone at work doesn’t know how much you dislike me.”

Okay, fine. That was a fair point.

“Do you have anything better?” I challenged, genuinely curious.

A smirk spread across her face. “Yes, I actually do have something better.”

I took a bite of my food, swallowing as I leaned in.

“Pray tell.”