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After finding out she had at most five years left to live, Shikera Anderson could only live life in a carefree and unhindered manner, in order to numb the fear and sadness in her heart. However, her heart shattered when she was forced waste a year stuck in an marriage contract with a masked man, in exchange for her father's life.  

"The main clause of the contract: Don't touch my daughter!"

Ethan DeLoach, the most wanted personality by all the press stations in the country, hated reporters with passion until one came into his life in form of a contract wife. He was able to keep her at bay until her despicable lips turned out to be the cure for his terrifying nightmares. 

As they experiment with their lips every night before sleeping, how long would it take them to succumb to the throngs of passion while throwing all caution to the wind?

Will Shikera be able to dissolve the hatred Ethan has for reporters, with her plain and carefree attitude? How will Ethan react when he finds out what the repercussion was for breaking the contract? And finally, would the love between them defy Shikera's short life span?

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"Ethan, why the fuck did you not tell me I had hickeys on my neck?!" Shikera yelled. "I practically announced to the whole nation that I had a passionate night!"
"That's not my fault though. You could have lied they were birthmarks." 
"And when the marks fade, another lie?" she asked irritatingly.
He smirked mischievously at her words, before leaning over to whisper into her ear, "No worries, I will renew them every night."

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"I could see it," Ethan began, causing Shikera's eyes to cloud in confusion.

"The disbelief in your eyes when I told you I was evil and super possessive. How about I show you now?" His question didn't require an answer, as he was already acting on his own.

He pulled Shikera closer to himself and slid his hand into her hair, bringing her head closer to his, with only a few inches between their lips.

He looked down at her lips, his eyes flaming with fiery desire which he restrained himself from acting on. Moving away from Shikera, he eased himself out of his tuxedo jacket and removed his tie while leaving only the blue shirt he was wearing, and black trousers on.

"Now, we are matching," he whispered, staring up at her.

"Were you angry that I was not wearing matching colours with you?" she asked, her disappointment vividly expressed.

His Real Thoughts.