Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 20

**The Long Didn’t Say by Mark Twain**
**Chapter 20**

**AARON**

Every ounce of my being resisted the urge to glance her way.

There I was, standing there, dressed in my usual attire, yet feeling utterly out of place.

Her bare legs caught my eye, a sight both innocent and tantalizing, while her hair was carelessly twisted into a bun that only accentuated her natural beauty. The sleeves of her oversized shirt engulfed her hands, and those shorts, hanging low on her hips, made my heart race.

She appeared…

So innocent. So soft. Too damn good for this world.

And the thought that I was going to share my life with her?

For years?

The prospect felt like a slow, exquisite torture, a delicious agony I could hardly bear.

As we approached her neighborhood, she turned to me with a smile, inviting me into her home. I was still tethered to a call with a significant client, so I waved her off, assuring her I would follow shortly. Once the call concluded, I made my way up to her apartment. It would have been downright rude not to join her.

The door was ajar, just slightly.

A bad sign.

Upon stepping inside, I was greeted by a small, chaotic apartment, a place that seemed to have been ravaged by a hurricane, with clothes strewn about and dishes piled high.

Then, suddenly, I heard it.

A sound.

Muffled movement. A struggle.

Something inside me snapped. I moved quickly, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

And then I saw it.

She was pinned against the kitchen counter by some filthy bastard, his hands gripping her shirt as if he intended to rip it from her body. Her face was pale, eyes wide with terror, and she was shaking, fighting against him with every ounce of strength she had.

Rage surged through me, a primal fire unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Without a second thought, I lunged forward, grabbing the scumbag by the collar and yanking him away from her as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.

My fist connected with his jaw, once, then again. The sound of impact was music to my ears.

“Who the fuck are you?” he spat, blood already trickling from his mouth. “What is this slut to you?”

I felt my blood boil.

Another punch landed squarely on his face without a moment’s hesitation.

I would do the same for any of them.

I held her tightly until her sobs began to fade, until she finally pulled back, wiping at her eyes, creating a small distance between us.

“I’m sorry, I’m really—”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I interrupted, my tone sharper than I intended. The mere thought that she felt the need to apologize infuriated me.

“For what exactly?”

She blinked rapidly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “T-thank you. Thank you for saving me.”

“I’d do the same for anyone in your position. You don’t need to thank me.”

She nodded, her expression shifting to one of urgency. “Can we leave? Please?”

I gave her a brief nod. “Yeah.”

“I should change. Sorry about your shirt.”

I waved it off dismissively. That shirt was just one among many. It didn’t matter.

“Take your time.”