The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 118

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Jackson curled his lip in a snarl, shoving his wolf’s ire down at Taya’s response.
He didn’t even know why he’d asked her the question in the first place. It had just…popped out.
Apparently, it was time to have Eric make an appointment to have his head checked. Because he’d lost it.
He was saved by the waiter arriving with his food.
Jackson continued as if nothing had happened. He picked up his knife and fork, cutting into his steak. Right now, it was the last thing he wanted. He craved the hunt, tearing into something with his teeth rather than silverware.
After cutting the steak, he put half on Taya’s plate, followed by a helping of brussels sprouts.
The Taya of five years ago was curvy. This Taya was so thin Jackson worried she would become transparent.
“You’re too thin,” he said gruffly.
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I had zero appetite at all. I picked up a brussels sprout, twirled my fork around a bit, and then put my fork back down on my
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I didn’t even touch the steak that Jackson had served me.
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The menacing glower on Jackson’s face was intimidating, and I know he thought I didn’t want to cat because of him. And that was fine. He could think that; it was better than the truth.
After dinner, Jackson wanted to take me home, but I refused. The less time spent with him, the better.
I had no idea why he was being so attentive, and it threw me off-kilter. Why did he care now? Why didn’t he care when I’d come to him five years ago? I’d been “tainted” back then, and today I’d told him I was a pro stitute, which was even worse that what I’d told him five years ago.
He had refused me before, when I was at my lowest point. No matter what, I would never return to him. I wanted to stay as far from him as possible.
After rejecting Jackson’s offer to take me home, I went to the hotel garage and took the car keys out of my bag. I would drive the car I had driven yesterday, and then return it to the MPC offices tomorrow.
As I was digging for the keys, I felt my phone vibrating.
I looked down at the screen.
Greyson calling. Again.
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He’d been calling nonstop, and I’m sure he wanted to see me.
But my body couldn’t stand any more torture.
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