Crash (A Billionaire Contract Romance)

The Contract

We don’t get far. We start in the lobby, going to the front den, the formal living room, the dining room, and then we're in the kitchen. A kitchen of my dreams.

Mason was saying something but I’m no longer listening, my fingers run along with the granite countertops, the cabinets are definitely custom, they’re white with gold handles, matching the bright theme and natural light of the mansion, a few have glass-faced cupboards.

There are two huge islands, the counters, clean of clutter, but perfectly placed with an espresso machine, a blender, and cute potted plants.

Wide plank hardwood floors beautifully complement the stainless steel appliances. One island has an eight-burner custom stove top with an island range hood above it. He has a massive stainless steel stove with two separate oven doors.

“I want to make love to this kitchen Mason.”

“We can make love in this kitchen any time you want Baby.” What a wet dream that is, Mason f*****g me on this counter. I can have an apron on and only an apron. That peach mousse he loves so much spread over my n*****s, continuing down my stomach straight to my c**t.

“Tell me what you’re imaging Crash.” When I stay quiet, he goes on, his fingers tracing down the back of my neck. His crystal eyes full of the same lust I’ve put in my fantasy Masons crystal blue eyes. “Can you picture it, the way I could lay you on the counter, your ass right on the edge, legs spread wide for me, showing me that pretty p***y?” His voice is pure sin.

I literally can’t handle him talking like that, every part of me is one hundred percent turned on. “STOP! This is not why I’m here.” Taking a breath and a massive step away from what I’m beginning to think is all my fantasies come true. “Why am I here Mase?”

I’m flushed and horny, and now I want out of this dream kitchen so I can stop thinking about my ultimate fantasy on replay every time I blink my eyes.

“Come with me to my study.” Happy to be out of here I follow his incredible ass, ignoring a quick flash of what I imagine it would look like naked and ramming into me. I try rubbing my eyes to get the images out of my head, get my mind back on track.

His study is grand and meticulous like the rest of his home, a massive Oak desk sitting in the back center of the room, surrounded by floor to ceiling white bookshelves even wrapping around a set of French doors and windows.

“You want a drink?”

“I don’t know, is this a conversation that requires a drink?” He grabs a crystal bottle full of an amber liquid pouring it into two crystal glasses, from a bar set into the side of the room. He brings the glasses over handing me one and taking a seat behind his desk signaling for me to sit opposite him. I chug the dark amber liquid, coughing as it burns its way down my throat, my eyes watering. When my eyes clear I’m able to see the incredulous look on Mason’s face, eyes raised.

“That was $6,000 Macallan 30-Year-old Sherrywood Scotch, you just chugged.”

“Goes down great!” Both of us fall into laughter our eyes sparkling. “So, what is so important?”

He takes a minute to answer, his gaze going somewhere over my shoulder, circling his glass in his hand almost by second nature. He looks dejected yet determined. “My father is becoming a problem for Dixie, for me, the Maverick name. I can’t allow him to put us at risk.”

“Okay… So what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll be removing him as CEO.”

“Would you take over?”

“Yes.” Wow, that’s a big move, a lot of responsibility.

“That’s what you want?”

“For now, yes. My father is a huge issue, he’s making blatantly obvious and illegal deals. He could ruin our company, muddy our name. I plan to run for Senate in a few years, I can’t have something like that attached to me.”

“You want to be a senator?” He nods, watching my face for a reaction.

“Why?” I genuinely want to know.

“Look around me, look where we are, this is my house. I could never work another day in my life, pull all my investments, sell everything and my great-great grandkids still wouldn’t have to lift a finger a day in their life.

“Why should I have all this when there are people out there like Sean and Jude living in their cars. No one deserves that. No one should go to bed hungry, sick, or cold.

“I have the opportunity and funds to make a huge difference in the world, I’ve always done what I could with my money my connections. However, I know that there’s a limit to influence, if I get into the government, I can impact real change. Lasting and fair.”

Every word is passionate and true. He’s a nobleman through and through.

“I hope you win. You would make a great Senator. Our world needs a lot more men and women like you.”

“Thank you, it’s important to me, I’ve been working for years to put myself in the best position to win, I can’t let my father f**k that all up now, and that’s why I need you.”

“Me? How so?”

“I need a wife. I want that to be you.” I. Can. Not. Believe he just said that, I burst out laughing, full-fledge laughter coming from the pit of my stomach.

“You done yet?”

“There is no way in hell you just asked me to be your wife Mason!”

He pulls out a small velvet box and a packet of paper, sliding both across the desk. I glare, is he nuts?

“I need a wife, to win the board over. Most know me, respect me, but they have been friends with my dad too long, I’m going to have to win them over and prove I’m the better person for the job. Having you by my side as my fiancée, it’ll give them more reason to believe that I will be doing everything I can to be successful. I’ll need you to talk to their wives while we attend events, try to win them over, never doubt a wife’s influence on her husband. When it comes to the vote, I need the majority.

“In return, I’ll give you $800,000 as soon as this contract is signed. Plenty to open your bakery, I have a space up for rent right downtown, tons of foot traffic. It’s available as soon as tomorrow.

“It’ll be yours. I have contractors and designers, the best in their fields I can put you in touch with. Why wait five years? You want your bakery? I can give it to you now, all you have to do is a sign.”

“How long do we have to keep it up? And actually, get married or just engaged?”

“Engaged for a year, but if we’re both enjoying the arrangement at the end of the contract we can reestablish terms.”

“s*x?”

“There’s nothing written about s*x. I won’t pretend that I don’t want your naked body underneath me Aria. But, you’ve made yourself clear and I won’t push you into anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“What about s*x with other people.”

“Absolutely not.” His voice is hard and angry. “I don’t share, and I don’t invite scandal. When your mine, you will be only mine.”

“And you, would you be only mine?” the air heats around us, you can almost hear the sizzling electricity.

“Of course.”

“So, you’re willing to not have s*x for a year?” I doubt it.

“I’m busy Crash, I don’t remember the last time I had a woman in my bed. If I must I will, but I don’t think I’ll have that problem.”

“Where would I live?”

“Obviously, I would want you here, but I’m sure we could move you in slowly. No one would expect you to move in immediately after getting engaged.”

“I would move here for your kitchen alone, Mason.”

“If something happens and this ends before the year is up what happens to the money and the building? What about after the year is up? What happens to my bakery?”

“As soon as you sign the contract the building and that money is yours. If you leave before the year, I’ll become your silent partner. Get a portion of profit and make huge decisions alongside you, until I make $200,000 back. We walk away after the year you get to keep the space and the money, nothing to pay back, no silent partner, a clean break.”

I can’t believe that I’m actually contemplating his offer. Insane or not how could I at least not give it thought? I could start working on my bakery tomorrow. I could have the doors opened for business in a few months. I make it the year and I’ll be making a profit just by signing the contract. With no rent, no credit cards, or bank loans, no out-of-this-world interest to pay back, I would never have to worry about failing, I would have a huge cushion to fall back on or a huge profit margin if I did well.

And help Mason get his company out of trouble. Save thousands of jobs. Save Mason's name, which will ultimately allow him to run for senate and cause major change that this world desperately needs.

Live in a mansion. Cook in his kitchen. Go to fancy parties and fundraisers with Mason, dance in his arms. Have a few more of those world-altering kisses.

Selfishly, I like that he wouldn’t be touching any other women for a whole year. I could have him all to myself even if it was mostly platonic.

But a year is a long time, I don’t know if I can do it. Can I live in his house, no matter how big, I’ll be surrounded by his scent. I’ll see him every day, in all different states of dress.

“I don’t know Mason, I need time to think this through,”

“No, it’s now or never. You walk out that door this offer is off the table. I need to get the wheels moving, I don’t have any time to waste, Aria.”

Getting up I walk over to the bar grab the crystal and take a large pull straight from his fancy bottle. I hear his shoes squeaking against the marble floor. Reaching in front of me he pulls the bottle from my hands, dripping the liquid down the front of my shirt.

“I want you sober when you make a decision that will affect both of our lives for the next year.”

“Fine, Mason,” I put my hand out shaking his, “It’s a deal, a year and then we make a clean break.” I sign the contract knowing I just changed the course of my life forever.