Nona_ge

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Warning : mature content

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

Faye massages her sore shoulder after removing the heels from her leg, "Oh, it must be running earlier."

"Running for what, Fay?" Denis asked, "Want me to massage you again? While you are talking about Mia."

"Good idea," Faye replied excitedly remembering the massage he had been so amazing, "do you really want to do it? Aren't you tired?"

Denis shook his head, "Tired of what?"

"You 'fought' Elijah, remember?" Faye reminded him, "Your wound must also be covered. Who is treating you, anyway?" she asked coldly. How could the wound on the corner of his lip not be covered by a bandage?

"There are no bandages in the apartment," Denis replied.

"If you say that, let me treat it one more time," Faye suggested, and before he could answer, she continued firmly, "This isn't a question."

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