Sophie Greene Miles Chase NovelFive-Year Deal, Lifetime Love

For the money, I entered a physical relationship with Miles Chase, a titan of the Silicon Valley's elite.
For over a thousand nights, he found endless ways to claim my body.
Later, when his ex-girlfriend returned from abroad, I secretly ran away, carrying his child.
I thought that was the end of it.
Five years later, my daughter's kindergarten teacher called to say my daughter was missing.
After a frantic search, I found them outside my apartment.
My daughter sucked on a lollipop, looked up and murmured. "Mommy, this handsome man says he's my daddy. But didn't you say my daddy was dead?"
"..."
That night, in bed, he took me again and again, his voice a low growl against my skin, "Say it. Who's dead?"
"I was wrong... It's me... I'm the one dying..."
...
I stared at the lab results, my mind reeling.
"Are you sure?" I asked the doctor.
"Positive. You're eight weeks along."
Eight weeks.
It must have happened that night in the car.
It was raining. I hadn't brought an umbrella. A male colleague kindly offered me a ride home.
Just as I got out of his car, Miles returned from a business trip.
He was always intense, a man who commanded space with a chill demeanor.
That night, a storm brewed in his eyes.
He dragged me into his car and kissed me hard, right in front of my colleague.
"Sophie Greene, moving on already?"
"What, haven't I satisfied you enough?"
My face burned. "Stop it," I pleaded, covering his mouth.
But his gaze dropped to my rain-soaked blouse, darkening with familiar hunger.
He took me in the car until midnight. My legs were unsteady when we finally got out; he had to carry me upstairs.
For three years, I knew my place.
I could never be Mrs. Chase.
But despite my caution, I'd still slipped up.
Stepping out of the hospital, Miles's call came through.
"Where are you?"
Instinctively, I lied. "Shopping. Getting your birthday present."
He chuckled on the other end.
"Another tie? Sophie Greene, can't you be a little more original?"
I took a deep breath. "Then... what do you want?"
Hanging up, I gasped seeing the pictures he'd sent C lingerie shots.
My stomach dropped. If I wore that, he'd lose all control.
I didn't buy the gift he wanted.
Since he didn't like ties, I picked out a belt instead.
Back home, he wasn't there yet.
On his birthday, he usually spent the evening with his old friends.
Figuring he'd be back late, I ate alone, showered, and planned to turn in early.
Fresh out of the shower, strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

I froze, then relaxed as his familiar scent washed over me.
Miles buried his face in my neck, his warm breath sending shivers through me.
Why was he home so early tonight?
Sensing my distraction, he suddenly bit down hard.
Ow
I gasped, "That hurts."
"Bear it."
As he spoke, he scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed.
Gentleness was never part of our arrangement. Tonight was no different.
As my robe fell away and I began to sink into the familiar rhythm, he whispered, "My gift?"
I pointed to the nightstand.
Unwrapping it, Miles chuckled seeing the belt inside.
He raised an eyebrow. "What? Trying to tie me down?"
Looking at his sharp, handsome face, I instinctively shook my head.
How could I dare?
I knew what I wasa secret.
"Good. You should."
With that, Miles picked up the belt and efficiently bound my wrists together.
The rough leather chafed my skin.
Shame washed over me as I lay exposed.
"Miles, please"
His kiss swallowed my protest.
He was always like thisruthless in the boardroom, relentless in bed, pushing me until I cried out.
That night, my voice grew hoarse from screaming.
When he finally got up, I saw the red scratches covering his back.
After his shower, Miles pulled me into his arms and fell asleep quickly.
But I lay awake all night.

I first met Miles Chase three years ago.
He'd donated two buildings to my university.
At the dedication ceremony, I was working as a hostess.
Distracted, I accidentally spilled champagne on him.
The dean looked furious, ordering me to apologize immediately.
Afterwards, a senior filled me in on the powerful man I'd offended.
Miles Chase, Silicon Valley's wealthiest and most influential figure.
After the event, I chased his car down at the campus gate.
He sat inside, sunglasses hiding his expression.
I stammered an apology. "Mr. Chase, I'm so sorry about your suit. Could you tell me the brand? I'll replace it."
His assistant laughed.
"Miss, do you have any idea what that suit costs?" He named a price that made my head spin. "And it's bespoke from Italy. You can't just buy another one."