The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

In a bar in the capital, Harper picked up her phone to confirm the room number before pushing the door open.
It was pitch black inside, with no lights on and no curtains drawn. She couldn’t see anything clearly, but there was a strong smell of alcohol that was quite overwhelming.
The staff member behind her helped her turn on the lights. “Preston is sleeping in there and we can’t wake him up. Can you please take him away?”
After saying this, the staff member handed Harper a bill. “The total is 50,000 dollars, could you please pay for him in advance?”
Harper held her nose and took a glance at the bill. Preston always drank expensive alcohol, so this expense was not surprising.

After looking at it, she took out a card from her bag and handed it to the staff member. Then she turned around and walked into the private room, wearing high heels.
A tall figure was lying on the sofa, with a suit jacket draped over his stomach. The collar of his white shirt was slightly open, revealing a se xy and alluring Adam’s apple, as well as
well-defined collarbones.
The light reflected on Preston’s face, giving it a faint blush and making his already fair skin look even more radiant.
Preston was already asleep at this point. His long eyelashes were closed, casting a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids, like a butterfly in rest, half in light and half in shadow. His thick hair was combed back, exposing his smooth forehead. Perhaps due to rolling around in his sleep, a few strands of hair fell down on both sides of his temple, giving him a messy and disheveled look.
As Harper looked at Preston in this state, she remembered why she had been smitten by him in the first place. She stared at him quietly for a while, then slowly crouched down and nudged his arm. “Wake up. I’m here to take you home.”
The man who had drunk several bottles of wine seemed annoyed by the disturbance. He frowned, turned around, and faced the inside of the sofa. In his drowsiness, he grabbed a pillow and held it tightly in his arms, curling up like a pup who hadn’t grown up yet.
Harper knew that when he got drunk and went crazy, he needed a deep sleep, and no one could wake him up.
Helpless, Harper went out to find the staff members and paid them some money to vacate the private room so that Preston could sleep to his heart’s content.