The old man made it clear: if I could get pregnant, there would be a fifty-million-dollar bonus waiting in my trust fund. On my wedding night, I stared at the man on the bed. He was completely ignoring my sheer lingerie, devoting all his attention to a Captain Galaxy action figure. I was furious. I snatched the toy out of his hand and shoved it down the neckline of my dress. I smirked at him, wiggling a finger. "You want it? Come and find it." 1 Sterling Vance’s brain might be broken, but his body was certainly top-tier. He had broad shoulders like a linebacker and a tapered waist. His muscles were defined, sharp, and eye-catching. He looked like he could do some serious damage in the bedroom. Unfortunately, that prime physique was currently being piloted by a damaged processor. All he cared about was his action figure. I tugged at my dark crimson lace nightgown. The neckline was dangerously low, my skin glowing under the warm light. And yet, he didn't even glance at me. I’m Blair Montgomery. I turn heads wherever I go. When have I ever been ignored like this? I grabbed the toy and stuffed it against my chest. The hard plastic dug into my skin, but I didn't care. "You want it?" I crooked my finger, smiling wickedly. "Come get it yourself." Sterling finally looked up. His lashes were thick and dark, his eyes innocent like a golden retriever’s. His gaze dropped, locking onto my neckline. God, he was hot. "Can't find it," he mumbled. I leaned forward intentionally, letting the fabric gape open. "Look closer." His Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze drilled downward. My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling. "See it yet?" "Red." His cold face spat out the word. It was unexpectedly sexy. My knees almost gave out, but I held my ground to tease him. "Wrong. It's pink." He frowned, looking deadly serious. "Captain Galaxy’s combat mode is red." ... I wanted to beat him until he turned red. But looking at his tempting physique, and thinking about the fifty million dollars... I calmed down. "Since you’ve seen it..." I lowered my voice, guiding his eyes with my fingertip. "Don't you want to take it out with your own hands?" I stepped closer across the plush carpet. The hem of my nightgown swayed. Sterling’s eyes were dark and heavy. I didn't know if it was because of me or that stupid toy. But as he walked toward me, I actually felt jealous of an action figure. He got closer. Sterling leaned down, his pitch-black eyes staring straight at my chest. His warm breath hit my collarbone. It tickled. His fingers were long and clean, knuckles defined, hovering just an inch away. He was about to touch me. I held my breath, my heart hammering— Then, this jerk suddenly turned around, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out another Captain Galaxy figure! Are you kidding me? Back when his brain worked, he ignored me to annoy me. Now that he’s regressed, he’s inventing new ways to torture me! Fine, Sterling. Just you wait. For fifty million, I have no morals. Tonight, I’m getting what I want, even if I have to do all the work myself. 2 The Vance and Montgomery families go way back. Sterling and I were basically childhood frenemies. But this man always hated my lifestyle. I was the trust-fund party girl; he was the serious heir. If I was dancing on tables, he was frowning in the corner. If I was laughing in a crowd, his face was black as thunder. Pft. Who needs his approval? The line of guys wanting to date me stretches to Paris. When the merger marriage was announced, I wasn't surprised. Energy giants merging. Standard operating procedure. I didn't like anyone else anyway, so why not? But I made sure to look miserable about it, just to annoy him. I didn't expect him to go nuclear. At the engagement dinner, he stood up to his father. "I won't agree to this marriage. Don't force it." He said hurtful words, but his posture was so straight, so defiant... it was annoyingly sexy. Fine. You’d rather tear the family apart than marry me? Sterling had his own tech company, so he didn't need his daddy’s money. He had the capital to rebel. If he hadn't crashed his McLaren and scrambled his brain, this wedding would have been delayed until I hit menopause. The doctors said once the hematoma cleared, he’d be back to normal. Mr. Vance was desperate. He pulled me aside and whispered, "Blair, while he's... confused... get pregnant. Fifty million, wired immediately." With Sterling’s face? His body? Sleeping with him is a win. Getting paid for it is a jackpot. Most importantly... imagine the look on his face when he wakes up and realizes I had my way with him. Just thinking about it made me laugh out loud. 3 Sterling was by the cabinet, posing his toy. "Is that thing really that fun?" I narrowed my eyes and shimmied two steps closer. He didn't look up. "Yes." I closed my eyes. Patience. I deliberately slid my strap down half an inch. "Do you... want to play something more exciting?" He looked up, eyes innocent. "Like what?" Now! I opened my arms and lunged at him like a hungry tiger. He side-stepped. Smoothly. Then he started doing parkour around the room. He ran, I chased. I was seeing stars. This guy has the stamina of a marathon runner and he’s using it to play tag in the master suite! He ran me in circles for twenty minutes. I didn't even touch the hem of his shirt. I was panting, hair sticking to my sweaty face, my dress twisted. "S-stop... running..." I wheezed, holding my waist. He stood six feet away, clutching the toy. "Stop chasing." ... Hard power won't work. Fine. A battle of patience? I threw myself onto the bed, pulled out my phone, and started playing a MOBA game. “First Blood!” My phone blared. He glanced at me, fingers still adjusting Captain Galaxy’s pose. Unbelievable. Other newlyweds are burning the sheets; we’re playing video games and dolls. This marriage is truly one of a kind. 4 Two hours later. Gurgle. The sound ripped through the room. I looked up. Sterling was clutching his stomach. Right. The idiot hadn't eaten all day. My anger faded. Looking at that handsome face and that tight waist, my ulterior motives returned. Idea. I sprinted to the mini-fridge, grabbed a yogurt, and locked the fridge door with a satisfying click. "Hungry?" I shook the yogurt, slowly peeling the lid back. Sterling was definitely hungry. He stared at the cup. He swallowed. The jerk. He didn't gulp for me, but he gulped for Greek yogurt. "It's so good~" I licked the spoon. "Want a taste?" He nodded, eyes wary. "Come here. I'll feed you." "Don't trust you." He took a half-step back. I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Fine. You stand on that side of the bed, I'll stay on this side. I'll feed you across the mattress. Deal?" He tilted his head, thinking. Finally, he shuffled to the edge of the bed. I leaned over the mattress, stretching my arm out, offering the spoon. "Say ahhh." Sterling leaned down, opening his mouth to catch the spoon. His thin lips parted, a flash of tongue swept out. White yogurt landed on his tongue. It was... inexplicably erotic. My best friend Sloane’s voice echoed in my head: “Sterling is the repressed type. When he finally kisses someone, he’s going to devour them.” I stared at his mouth. I swallowed, too. I kept feeding him like a machine. One bite. Another. Sterling lowered his guard. He kept his eyes down, playing with his toy while opening his mouth on command. He didn't notice when I switched the spoon for my finger. He instinctively wrapped his lips around my fingertip, his tongue grazing the sensitive pad. A jolt of electricity shot down my spine. I almost moaned. Excellent. Next step: pants. He was still oblivious, sucking on the yogurt. With every bite, I crawled further across the bed, inching closer in a very unladylike manner. Victory was two feet away. Sterling was right there. The focused way he ate was so pure, yet it made my mouth go dry. I stared at his throat moving as he swallowed. Time to undo the belt. The cup was almost empty. I dipped my finger in the last bit. As he lowered his head to lick it, I jerked my hand back. Reflexively, he lunged forward to follow it, lost his balance, and collapsed right on top of me. Jackpot! My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, locking him down. My hands scrambled for his belt buckle. What kind of designer buckle is this? I can't open it! Afraid he’d bolt, I tightened my legs. "Don't move," Sterling said, his voice huskier than a "fool" should sound. Before I could react—Click. He undid the metal buckle with one hand. Yes! He pulled the belt off and threw it aside. Then he leaned his weight onto me. That familiar, oppressive aura... it felt like the old Sterling was back. Is it happening? I closed my eyes, nervous anticipation flooding me. Suddenly, Sterling clamped my wrists. His grip was iron. I panicked. "Hey, easy..." Before I could finish, he crossed my wrists above my head and wrapped the leather belt around them. Tight. Bondage? Since when is he into this? My eyes went wide. I watched him reach down, grab my ankles, and forcefully pry my legs off his waist. "Sterling Vance!" My voice trembled. He didn't even look up. He straightened my legs, turned around, and walked away. He left. He actually left. He left me tied up on the bed, dress hiked up to my thighs, cleavage out. Is he even human? He grabbed a pillow, picked up Captain Galaxy, and walked straight into the bathroom. I struggled against the belt, the leather burning my wrists. "You jerk... just you wait!" It took me twenty minutes to wiggle free. I jumped off the bed and charged the bathroom. Locked. "Sterling! You coward! Open the door!" I twisted the handle until my hand cramped. Nothing. In a rage, I kicked the door. Thud. ... Ow. My toe.
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