Devil CEO's Contract Lover

I see Monica happy, heart is also quite relieved, no matter how tough women, the most need is still the warmth of family.

"Wife, I say, you do not need to rush, Damon and Austin are adults, how can not understand your suffering."

Wesley Rubinstein said with a smile, he thought probably Sofia played a lot of role in the middle, right? The kid seemed pretty spry.

"So, it's going to be a busy day tomorrow, with all the presidents of the major groups and business associates coming, right?"

Monica said, finally looking forward to it a little more than when she came back, I'm already happy that Damon is willing to spend my birthday for me! "That's natural, Rubinstein is not a small family." Wesley said.

I went upstairs and called Damon and Austin down.

Damon was lying at the head of the bed, half leaning against the pillows, lazily looking at the magazine in his hand, the occasional break felt good.

I braced myself to open the door, not really wanting to see Damon the pervert!

"Your parents are back, and you're coming downstairs to talk to them for a while. I know you're celebrating my birthday and it looks like a lot of fun." "Got it. Me, you're being a little overly attentive too, it's my mom and dad, I know how to treat them."

Damon's success in his career is all a lie, right? Tell me, why is he so childish in his emotions?

"Forget it, forget I said it, you and Austin are really blood brothers? He has a much better temper than you."

And whether Damon was mad or not, I walked out the door and stuck my tongue out at it.

We all had a meal together, perhaps because it was Monica's birthday the next day, and the atmosphere was quite normal.

The family at least ate a peaceful meal together, but looking at Damon's serious face, I wanted to smack him.

I didn't get much rest during the day and wanted to go to my room early to rest, but I couldn't sleep.

The Rubinstein family was reunited, but where was I? I barely got any love from my parents.

It's funny to think that my baby is going to follow the same path as mine.

The bed was slightly caved in by the weight and I looked up and realized Damon was already lying on it.

The first thing I remember is that no one had been drinking tonight, and Damon was in a bad mood.

The smell of alcohol filled the end of my nose and I nudged Damon who was leaning over me, "Hey, get over there, you smell like alcohol!"

I only started to regret when I saw Damon who had barged into my sight, Damon's eyes were red and he looked a little drunk.

"You say that again!" Damon asked, squeezing me.

"I ...... I didn't say anything .." It was the same thing every time, the anger was all but extinguished by his aura.

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you've got a lot of nerve......" the corners of his mouth opened with a smile, "Do you talk bad about me behind my back every time?" How did he know that? I scowled and shook my head in a panic, "Be careful you don't press on me!"

"Yeah? Did I press on you?" His eyelashes were so close to mine, clearly visible, and his long lashes moved, causing my breath to frown.

He was so close to me that the hot air flowed between my ears, and the tingling rippled out.

I knew that if he went any further he would kiss my lips, but I didn't move, I wasn't expecting this kiss, was I?

Damon's appearance really makes many people can not resist, he is sometimes evil and sometimes serious.

When I gathered the courage to resist, Damon approached me with the scent of wine and made no further moves, just kisses.

My cheeks turned red, not the first time Damon kissed me, but this time my cheeks were still red.

His eyes seemed to flow with sadness, and after the gentle kiss, he let go of me and looked at me quietly.

"Do you think we are all outcasts from heaven? Only hell belongs to us, right?"

Damon was obviously drunk, if he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't have said such inexplicable words.

After saying that, he showed me a smile, he was already very handsome, smiling easily to attract people's attention.

I didn't realize it, but my breath choked a little, I pushed him, but he didn't move.

He stroked his forehead and suddenly collapsed into a lying position with me by the neck.

He murmured, "If I had to choose, I wouldn't choose a mansion, it's too cruel."

What do you mean? Damon was so strange tonight! What a mess of words to say. I moved my body, but I couldn't shake him off.

Damn, my cheeks must be bursting with red, even though Damon is still so close to me.

Damon had one arm around my body, and I couldn't sleep with my face burning.

I pulled his tie and cursed the pervert.

I tugged on his tie and called him a pervert. I didn't care about him, I just went back to sleep.

The next morning, Damon felt a little heavy-headed and opened his eyes as the bright light from outside shone in.

He took a breath, a bulge next to him, he lifted the quilt, and sure enough, he found me huddled inside sleeping.

Properly speaking, I was sleeping shrunken in his arms, quiet as a cat.

Quiet face, technically speaking, I am also considered a little beauty.

Last night, after drinking a little more wine, Mom told him in the living room how many percentage points the company's profit growth should be in the next quarter. Sometimes this family really does not have a little bit of family taste, the heart is irritable drink a little bit of wine.

"Me, maybe you and I are too much alike." The lack of family affection leads to stubbornness of character. Two of a kind in a piece and did not lick each other's wounds, but hurt each other, two devils from hell ...... Damon laughed lightly as I moved restlessly in his arms, opening my eyes to look around like a little squirrel. "Big pervert, you're awake?" I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of life, and I'm going to run into a gun, right? "What did you call me?" Damon asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

Feeling a strong pressure over my head, I woke up from my daze, "Damon, you just misheard me."

"Did you? I see you don't know the pain until I teach you a lesson."

Damon finished and pinched my cheek twice, seeing me frowning adorably and crying out in pain, he was in a good mood first thing in the morning.

Was this the lesson he was talking about? I thought blushing as I watched his back as he got dressed.

He probably doesn't remember anything from last night, right? But it's good that he doesn't remember.

In fact, what Damon is going to do is not something that a normal person can understand at first glance, whoever is with him is unlucky!

He went out with him and ran into Austin, who made a shooting pose and said with a smile, "Good morning, pretty girl!"

"Oh, yeah, good." I gave him a smile, these two brothers really have very different personalities.

After we ate breakfast together, Monica started dressing up in the morning and I instructed the stylist, "Dress me up too." "Me? You mean I'm going to the party too?" Better not.

"Of course, I know what you're worried about, don't worry, there will be no media coverage for you." Monica said.

My tone wasn't soft or hard, "I guess you played a big part in Damon's willingness to celebrate my birthday this time, right?"

I shook my head and looked at Damon who was watching TV with Austin in the living room, "He was the one who wanted to do it."

"I, I believe you are a smart person, if everything goes well this time, when you come back from your studies, the Rubinstein family can afford to arrange a good job for you, and you will definitely not be treated badly." The elegant Monica said.

"Thank you auntie, I think here ......" I said faintly, "I will never come back, right?"

"I hope you can do what you say, I know Damon's charm, how many girls are charmed by him, I you have to be clear about yourself, other than that I will try to satisfy you with whatever you need."

I nodded, Monica really does care too much, but I don't have any feelings for damn Damon at all.

"I have signed an agreement with Damon that the baby has nothing to do with me in the future, auntie I hope that when I go abroad, I will be satisfied if you can send me a little picture of the baby every year." I touched my stomach.

This is the only thing I can have, right? I didn't want to marry into a rich family at all, the secrets here were too deep and heavy.

"This, we'll see what happens then." Monica finished and whispered to the person next to her, "My little dress, it's time to get ready." "Yes, Monica!" The other person nodded.

I was one of those poor women who bargained for baby pictures.

Under the stylist's hands, my hair was put up in a nice bun, making me a little more mature than without makeup.

Long eyelashes flickered like a small fan, a white lace dress wrapped around my delicate figure, a million dollar blue sea diamond necklace around my neck, a pair of high heels flown in specially from France, looked at myself in the mirror and didn't smile.

Here, I no longer have freedom, Monica treats my ability to go to dinner parties as a privilege given to me for once, and I feel sad.

Austin applauded, "I can't believe it, little beauty can turn out to be more beautiful! Damon, what do you think of me?"

Damon looked at it and said indifferently, "How can you be more beautiful, I may be your type, but never mine."

It was feminine, but he just couldn't say it, and looking at me all dressed up, it made Austin's eyes go straight and somehow a little sour!

Damon! What do you think you are? I'm worthless again, I always have my own value, right?

"Since Damon said so, don't you have your own secretary as a female companion? How about letting me have that little beauty as my female companion?"

Austin looked at Damon with an expectant gaze, Damon looked at him with an uncomfortable expression, "No way."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐