The Billionaire’s contractual wife

Ivy Callahan took a deep breath as she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her little black dress. The soft fabric clung to her curves, making her feel more confident than she had in years. Tonight was about celebrating freedom and new beginnings. She had finally mustered the courage to end her toxic relationship with Miles Vance and had just landed a new high-paying job. Her best friend, Zara Bennett, who was even happier than she was, stood on the other side of the mirror adjusting her lipstick. “Come on, Ivy! You look stunning,” Zara exclaimed, her wild red hair framing her face like a halo. “Tonight is all about letting loose and having fun. You deserve this and more.” “Bills on me,” she yelled out, giving a happy little dance that showcased her flexible, thin waist. Ivy gave a small smile, her hazel eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I know, Zara. It’s just… I haven’t done this in a long time.” Zara linked her arm through Ivy’s and led her toward the door. “That’s exactly why we’re doing it. Let’s go make some memories!” The club was alive with pulsing music and vibrant flashing lights. The beat of the song thumped through Ivy’s body, syncing with the rhythm of her racing heart. Zara immediately pulled Ivy onto the dance floor, their bodies moving in sync with the beat. For the first time in months, Ivy felt a sense of liberation. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, feeling the vibrations under her feet and the warmth of the crowd pressing in around her. After a few songs, they made their way to the bar. “Two shots of tequila!” Zara shouted over the music to the bartender. She handed one to Ivy. “To new beginnings!” “To new beginnings,” Ivy echoed, clinking her glass against Zara’s before downing the shot. The tequila burned its way down her throat, but it also brought a sense of boldness she hadn’t felt in ages. The warmth spread through her chest, loosening her up. As the night progressed, Ivy found herself laughing more freely, her inhibitions melting away with each drink. As they leaned against the bar sipping more drinks, Zara nudged her with her elbow. “See? Aren’t you glad you came out tonight?” Ivy laughed, the sound feeling foreign yet wonderful. “You were right, as always. This is exactly what I needed.” Zara smirked, her green eyes twinkling mischievously. “Of course I was right. Now, how about we find you someone to help celebrate this fresh start properly?” Ivy rolled her eyes, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Zara, I’m not looking for anything serious.” “Who said anything about serious?” Zara winked. “Just have some fun. You are now free.” "I can't believe I actually stayed with him for so long," Ivy shouted to Zara, shaking her head. "You were blinded by love, girl!" Zara replied, handing her another shot. "But now, you're finally seeing the light! And to think, you landed an amazing new job at one of the biggest companies in New York!" Ivy beamed with pride. "I know, right? I'm so ready for this new chapter of my life!" "And who knows, maybe you'll meet someone special tonight.” “Not this again… you know…” Ivy replied, smiling back. While she was still talking, a whiskey-on-the-rocks appeared in front of her, courtesy of the charming bartender. Ivy raised an eyebrow, and Zara nodded encouragingly. Ivy chuckled, dragging her words. "Thanks." Zara raised her hands as she leaned in to whisper to Ivy. "Well, well! I guess the night just started!" Before Ivy could respond, a deep voice interrupted their conversation. “Is this seat taken?” She looked up to see a strikingly handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a confident smile. He was tall and impeccably dressed in tailored straw-colored pants and a white collared shirt slightly unbuttoned. The material stretched across his chest, hinting at broad shoulders and a well-toned physique. His dark hair was slightly tousled, giving him the perfect balance of polished and rugged. A fine specimen of a man, she thought. “No, go ahead,” she replied, her heart skipping a beat as Zara took a step backward and slipped into the crowd. “Hi, I’m Roman,” he said, extending his hand. “Ivy,” she replied, shaking his hand and feeling an unexpected spark. His grip was firm yet gentle, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. “You sure have some moves, Ivy,” Roman cut in, his gaze unwavering as he moved in closer, sending more shivers down her spine as she felt the hairs standing on her skin. “…Thanks... were you watching me?!” Ivy asked with a small smile, her face flushed. Roman raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer. “Maybe I was. Can you blame me though? Hard not to notice someone who’s lighting up the dance floor.” chuckled, feeling a surge of warmth at his compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she teased, taking a sip of her drink. “I try,” Roman replied with a grin. “Can I buy you another drink?” Ivy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, why not?” Roman signaled the bartender, and soon, another drink was in front of her. She took a sip, savoring the warmth that enveloped her. As the night progressed, the drinks kept coming. “You know,” Ivy said, her voice a bit slurred as she leaned closer to Roman, “I don't usually do this. I mean, get drunk and talk to handsome strangers.” Roman chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you made an exception tonight.” Ivy pouted and poked Roman playfully on the chest. “You are really handsome. Did I mention that?” He smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I think you did, but I don’t mind hearing it again.” Ivy’s gaze softened as she stared at him. “Are you usually this nice to every girl you meet for the first time?” “Not really, but with you? Why wouldn’t I be? You’re captivating,” Roman replied, his voice sincere. Ivy blushed, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol. She glanced around the club—the colored lights and loud music creating a surreal atmosphere. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered to herself. “Doing what?” Roman asked, his warm breath grazing her ear. “Talking to you. Feeling like this,” Ivy admitted, searching his expression. His hand gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you are.” Suddenly, Ivy burst out laughing. “Why am I so drunk?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Roman laughed too, a deep, rich sound that made Ivy’s heart flutter. “Maybe it’s because you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” he teased. She nodded vigorously, her hair bouncing around her face. “Yes! That must be it! You’re very observant, Mr. Handsome.” Roman grinned. “And you, Ms. Captivating, are very charming when you’re drunk.” She giggled again and then, feeling a sudden surge of boldness, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for making my night so much fun,” she whispered. As she pulled away, she felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. Roman’s gaze held hers—a silent feeling lingering between them. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, drawing her in like a magnet. “The night isn’t over yet,” Roman said, his voice low and husky. A coy smile played on her lips as she replied, the anticipation building between them. “I guess we’ll just have to see where it takes us,” she murmured, her breath mingling with his. Roman’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her. Before their lips could meet again, Zara’s voice cut through the moment. “Hey, Ivy! Sorry to interrupt, but my boyfriend is here to pick me up. You can find your way, right?” Ivy turned to see Zara gesturing to a man standing by the entrance, waving enthusiastically. She blinked, momentarily disoriented by the sudden intrusion. “Uh, yeah, of course,” she replied, flashing a charming smile. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe,” Roman cut in smoothly. “Thanks,” Zara replied, waving and winking at Ivy until she disappeared into the crowd. Without another word, Roman took Ivy’s hand and led her through the sea of dancing bodies, out of the club, and into the cool night air. The world spun slightly as Ivy followed him, her heart pounding with anticipation. They ended up at a nearby hotel, the excitement and alcohol coursing through Ivy’s veins, making everything feel like a dream. At the door, Roman fumbled with the key card—both of them laughing at their clumsiness—before finally getting it open. Once inside, Roman pulled Ivy into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. She felt a rush of sensations—his hands in her hair, the taste of whiskey on his lips, the firm press of his body against hers. Everything else faded away as they stumbled toward the bed, their clothes discarded in a blur of motion. Her thoughts blurred into a haze of pleasure and desire. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so alive—so wanted. Roman’s touch was both gentle and demanding, his kisses leaving a trail of fire across her skin. “Roman,” she whispered, her voice breathless and filled with longing. He responded with a low growl, his mouth finding hers again. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, the night unfolding into a series of heated, electric moments. As they finally lay entwined, the first light of dawn creeping through the curtains, Ivy felt a contentment she hadn’t known in years. Her head still throbbing, she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace—not yet ready to face reality. For now, in that moment, everything was perfect.