Contract marriage: My billionaire’s cure

“Camilla are you okay?” I looked at the door as I heard an alarmed voice on the other side.

I was sitting on the lid of the toilet with my face in my hands. Marcus knocked several times but I kept quiet.

“Please Camilla tell me what’s wrong” He begged in despair knocking continuously.

I felt guilty for worrying him. So I decided to slightly open the door. Upon seeing me Marcus’s mood lighted up and he sighed in relief.

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“I can’t come” I whispered, looking down to cover my face. I coudn’t possibly tell him what was wrong.

“And why is that?”

My face flushed in embarrassment, pondering whether to tell him or not. He’d probably be disgusted and leave like one of my exes did. I bit my bottom lip harshly and decided to speak.

“I’m-i’m on my period” I said in a rush and quickly covered my face behind the door. I slowly raised my head to meet his eyes and he blinked deliberately, trying to grasp what I had just said.

Before he could say something I quickly closed the door. But he kept his foot, preventing me from doing so.

“Is there anything I can do?”

I looked up in shock and he gently held my hand, his thumb brushing against my knuckles.

“P-pads” I closed my eyes since this couldn’t get any worse. I never talked about these things with men. Not even with the men in my family. Jake probably would’ve thought that I never had my periods.

“Where can I find them?”

“Um-in my suit case”

“Okay I’ll be quick” he nodded and left.

Few minutes passed and I saw Marcus arriving with what I asked him to bring. He had one tucked inside his coat so that no one would see.

I thanked him and quickly changed before coming out.

But the immense pain was still there. I clutched my stomach and winced in pain as I wobbled out. Leaning my head against the door I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply to stop my lips from quivering at the unbearable pain.

I tried to take another step but felt the thin strap of my heel loose around my ankles. I bent down but groaned just as the pain worsened. Marcus quickly kneeled down and fastened the strap tightly.

“Marcus please get up. I can do it my-”

“Shh. Camilla let’s go to our room. You are not well” Marcus said with his eyes glinting a hint of pain as he looked at the state I was in.

Sometimes these simple gestures gave me hope that he really loved me. But I couldn’t jump to conclusions like that.

“No no I have to be at the event” I gave him a small apologetic smile and walked past him to the hall.

I composed myself and went to talk with some people. My eyes caught Marcus looking at me several times in worry. He kept looking at me to see if I was okay and every time I gave him a small nod, reassuring him.

I walked to a table and sat down as the event started. All fifty models will be walking on the stage introducing themselves to the media. The lights dimmed when the models started walking on the stage, giving their best first impression.

I felt Marcus sit on the chair next to mine. It was dark but his intoxicating scent was all too familiar to go unnoticed. He wrapped his hand around my waist and started gently rubbing my lower abdomen.

I looked up to him in confusion and saw him staring at me with an unreadable emotion.

“Giving heat will reduce the pain”

My eyes widened as realization dawned upon me. I felt my eyes slightly watering, knowing how much he cared about me. I was very thankful that the lights were dimmed or else he would have seen my teary eyes.

His magic seemed to be working and I relaxed under his touch. “Better now?” I gave him a small nod and thanked him which he returned with a smile.

The event came to an end. After thanking all the guest I quickly sprinted down the stairs into the hallway. Marcus was still speaking with the media so I had time to have a shower and change.

I changed into a grey sweat short and a white baggy t-shirt. As I came out Marcus came inside the room with some tablets in his hand. He held it out to me.

“Drink this. It’ll ease the pain” I took a glass of water and quickly gulped down the medicine.

I looked at Marcus to see him scratching the nape of his neck. “Sorry I couldn’t find any heating pads” he said looking guilty and I smiled at that.

“It’s fine. You seem to know lot about these stuff”

“Yeah, my sister used to bother me with these” he shrugged his shoulders and walked towards me. “Lie down. I will have a shower and come”

I laid on the bed and draped the sheets around me tightly to provide heat. I gulped loudly as the pain surfaced again. I rolled on the bed and groaned in pain, sweat trickling down my face as I whimpered.

Marcus came out and looked at me with with concern. For some reason I felt that my pain was hurting him and it was too sweet to be true.

He quickly laid down beside me and brought his hand on to my stomach. I had my back to him and he draped his leg over mine bringing me closer. His warm breath fanned my neck, comforting me with his presence.

He slid his hand under my t-shirt and started rubbing my lower stomach. I relaxed under his touch as the pain slowly subsided.

He continued rubbing his palm on my bare skin in small circles. Suddenly my breath hitched as the tip of his thumb touched my breast. He stopped moving his hand and inhaled sharply.

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

I closed my eyes in embarrassment. My cheeks flushed red and I hid my face in the pillow. “It’s night why would I wear one?”

“B-because there’s a man on your bed” he said after hesitating for a while.

“Yes and that man is my husband. And nevertheless, I won’t wear one to bed”

“But I’m still a man”

“If you can’t bear it just go to the couch. If you want I can go” I was so mad that I pulled the sheets away and started getting out of the bed.

But he quickly pulled me back and placed his hand under my t-shirt. He started gently rubbing my stomach again, his fingers moving dangerously near my bare breast.

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“It’s inappropriate”

“Why?” He asked in confusion.

“You’re a man” I used the same words he used on me.

“I’m your husband”

“But still a man” I bit my lip trying to stop the giggle escaping my lips. But I couldn’t stop the victorious smile gleaming on my face. I looked behind to see Marcus looking at me in irritation.

It was so cute that I couldn’t stop myself from turning and pecking his lips. He raised his eyebrow in amusement but before I could say anything he got up and locked my legs in his.

He slowly leaned his head and whispered in my ear “You are not getting away after doing that” I laughed at his playfulness and pushed him back.

“I’m on my periods” I bit my lips innocently and kept my hand on my stomach. “It doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you”

He leaned down again and pressed his lips to mine, kissing them fervently. To annoy him I refused to give in and he growled angrily. He moved his lips harshly against mine but I kept them closed and shook my head to irritate him.

He leaned back and creased his forheard in anger “Camilla” he warned me in a firm tone but I just giggled.

“What?” I said mockingly pretending not to know what he was talking about.

He leaned back down but instead of my lips he pressed soft kisses down my throat to my collarbone, sucking on the tender skin while mumbling a small mine in his deep husky voice. His hand traveled further down on to my thigh causing me to arch my back, trembling under his ferocious touch against my soft skin. My hands traveled to his head to wrap around his soft, luscious curls. He moaned against my skin as I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling at the bottom tendrils teasingly.

He didn’t stop as his lips moved further down, leaving small bite marks on my shoulder. He nipped at my soft spot and I let out a moan, causing him to chuckle. He quickly took the chance and moved his lips to mine, capturing them in a passionate kiss. I tightened my hold around him, molding myself to his lips, as I kissed him with deep desire. He trailed his lips to my ear lobe and sucked on my skin harder as my hands roamed around his toned body.

I slid my hands under his shirt and raked my hands along his perfectly sculpted body. I let out another moan and arched my back as he deepened the kiss sucking in every inch of me.

I wanted him and cursed myself for having my period today, but I inwardly thanked it because I didn’t want sex without love. If this was just lust then I didn’t want it. I groaned softly and moved my hands to his bare back but stopped as I felt lines of scars.

He tensed as he felt my fingers grazing his back. He quickly leaned back looking alarmed. I trailed my fingers along the long scars across his back in confusion.

Suddenly my eyes widened as realization dawned upon me. They were not just scars they were whip marks. My breath hitched in shock and I looked at him, frightened.

His jaw clenched in anger, fire blazing his eyes. He curled his fist and slammed it hard on the bed causing me to gasp at his sudden outburst.

He quickly got off the bed and went to the bathroom. After few minutes he came out wearing pants and a black shirt. Without looking at me he opened the door and left, leaving me cold and sad in this empty room.