Nona_ge

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Cover : Euthcai (Instagram)

Faye Grace is a successful, beautiful, and smart restaurant businesswoman. The only one she doesn't have is a man.

One day, her friend asked her to bet on renting a Sugar Baby, and Faye lost, she ended up renting a Sugar Baby named Denis for one day.

A phone video of her mother and two rings became a minor misunderstanding, which forced Faye to ask Denis to be her contract husband.

"How much money do you want?" asked Faye.

Denis looked surprised, "You are not putting an offer?"

Faye observed Denis while glancing at the bare body up and down, "I can't judge how much, I don't know your strengths and weaknesses, I guess from your face may be ten thousand dollars?" or maybe more considering that Denis can cook.

Denis was flattered by what Faye saying, "You think highly of me, honey~"

"That's not a compliment, I was putting a price on you and you're happy about it ...!?" Faye says in amazement.

Most people would be felt insulted when someone did that, why in the world did he like it!?

"Is there anything else?" Denis asked.

Faye thought for a moment, "That's all. We'll talk again if I have any other ideas."

"Then I'm going to take a shower, my body smells like alcohol~" says Denis humming.

Faye nodded. While waiting, is it better to find another agreement, such as a cooking schedule?

"You can join me if you want, honey~" Denis started teasing from the bathroom.

Can Faye resist Denis's seductions when they live in one house?

Contract Marriage : Taming My Wild Wife

See how deep their relationship is?

Faye was one hundred percent alert when she saw a grin appear on his lips. She knew what it meant by 'deepen' as he said, "I don't want to," she said firmly, pushing Denis from on top of her, "I already told you. Are you pretending to forget or what?"

Denis didn't fight Faye back, he let her be because this only distracts her. If she wants, then he happily continues his touch, "Aww ... we just expressed love for each other."

"Like," Faye emphasized firmly, "like and love are different, Denis."

Denis knew she would say that. Then, he approached the mirror, looked at his smooth face with a thin mustache under his nose, "Hm ... still handsome ..." he praised himself confidently, then turned to look at her, "You're sure you just 'like' me, Fay?"

Faye couldn't help but chuckle at that, "You're so narcissistic, aren't you?"

Vol 1 : Trying My Luck