REBECCA

My heart was racing. As I recalled my conversation with Dominic. I really did just agree to a contract marriage with this man and I was neither drunk or high. And it was all because of Julian, pissing me off about apologising to Veronica.

My hand dragged at my collar and it felt hot in Dominic's car. I sat in the back with him while his secretary sat at front with the driver and neither of us said another word since our agreement.

Soon, the car stopped right in front of my hotel and I instantly felt a bit of relief at least the awkward tension was going to...