"Contract Love: The Billionaire's Whim"

As the extravagant car passed through the gates of Mason's lavish estate, Grace braced herself for the sweeping changes that would soon unfold within its walls. Grace emerged from the vehicle, her gold gown shimmering in the reflection of the evening light, her mouth agape, and her eyes wide with astonishment at the sight of the grandiose structure before her. Mason strode confidently towards the mansion, having dismissed his bodyguards for the day, only to realize that Grace was not following. Upon turning, he observed her seemingly frozen in place, mouth open, eyes still wide with shock.

"Aren't you coming in?" he inquired.
She shook her head, then nodded, still in a daze, before approaching him while marveling at her surroundings. "Is...is this a palace, no, a paradise, or a mansion? A 5-star hotel?" she exclaimed, her thoughts jumbled together. Grace hit her face in disbelief. "What am I even saying?" she cried, correcting herself. "No, no, this is way better than a 5-star hotel!" she continued excitedly.
Mason, observing her childlike wonder, commented, "You really need to change that expression of yours to something more befitting of a classy young lady."
Grace rolled her eyes at his words and inquired, "So, this mansion belongs to you?"
"Yes," he replied proudly. "All mine."
Grace couldn't help but be captivated by the luxurious surroundings as they entered the mansion. Butler Ben greeted them at the entrance, to which Mason responded, "This is my wife, Grace. Please introduce her to the staff, ensure she is treated with the utmost respect, and have the bedroom prepared." He then proceeded to his study, leaving Grace in the care of the household staff.
Grace couldn't help but blush at the mention of being Mason's wife. Turning to Butler Ben, she said with a cheerful smile, "What a lovely evening it is, isn't it?" He acknowledged her words with a respectful bow and introduced her to the rest of the staff.
After an eventful day, Grace retired to her new bedroom, which boasted its own living area, a mini bar, a snack bar, an enormous bed, and a sumptuously silver-furnished bathroom that resembled a private paradise. Grace stood in awe, pinching herself to ensure this was indeed reality, before stepping into the bathroom for a lavish, warm bath.
As Grace slipped into the bathtub, she whispered to herself, "Even if this turns out to be a dream, at least I'll have experienced luxury for a day. When I wake up, I'll work harder and make this a reality. I still can't believe this is happening, but I should enjoy it while it lasts." After drying her hair and finding nothing else to wear, she donned a simple white gown.
When Grace walked into the sleeping area, she found Mason removing his shirt. In a knee-jerk reaction, she covered her chest with her hands. "What are you trying to do?" she asked accusingly, still covering herself. Mason approached her, and she stepped back, questioning, "Huh, what are you doing?"
Grace kept moving backward as Mason continued to advance. "What do you want?" she demanded. "Aren't we married?" Mason asked, still moving towards her. Grace cursed under her breath, "I knew this was too good to be true!" She grabbed a pillow and hit him, shouting, "Pervert, stop!"
Mason caught her hands and held them above her head, staring down at her. "I'm taking my bath," he said. Grace, now less combative, retorted, "Huh! Why would you bathe here? Don't you have your own room?" Mason released her hands and explained, "Aren't we supposed to convince them we're in love and married? Staying in separate rooms will arouse suspicion, dummy."
Grace pointed to the sofa and said, "Then you can sleep there." Mason shook his head and replied, "No, I'll sleep in the bed. You have nothing to worry about." He added, "You're not appealing as a woman to me," before walking to the bathroom, leaving Grace frowning and upset by his words.
Grace watched as Mason entered the bathroom, muttering under her breath, "What's not appealing about me?" Standing in front of the mirror, she made cute gestures and checked herself out before declaring, "He's not appealing to me either. Without his wealth, he'd be an ugly duckling. But despite what I went through, I'm still stunning! Hmph!" She stomped her foot, arranged the pillows in the middle of the bed to create a division, and quickly fell asleep.
Mason finished bathing and saw Grace sleeping upon his return. He scoffed and went to continue his work in the study. Grace awoke at midnight with a growling stomach, having eaten only a bowl of cold cereal the previous day. She got out of bed, trying to recall her memories. Now fully awake, she rubbed her head and murmured, "I'm still in this fairytale world."
After three failed attempts to locate the kitchen, she finally found it. Famished and without turning on the lights, Grace opened the freezer. Her eyes widened at the variety of delectable treats inside. She grabbed a carton of milk to settle her stomach and began gulping it down. In the dim light, with her disheveled hair and plain white gown against her pale skin, she resembled a ghost from a movie.
Mason almost had a heart attack when he entered the kitchen and witnessed the eerie scene. He couldn't help but recall childhood stories of ghosts venturing into kitchens to steal milk. Turning on the lights, he faced a shocked Grace and demanded, "What are you doing here?" His voice trembled with anger due to the fright he'd just experienced.
Grace looked at him, confused. "Why are you getting angry?" she asked. "I woke up hungry. I didn't have a proper meal yesterday." Mason walked toward her, taking the milk carton from her hand. "Is this a proper meal?" he questioned.
Grace sat on one of the kitchen chairs, observing Mason's actions. "What are you doing here?" he asked, filling a glass with water. As he prepared to leave, he turned to her and inquired, "Aren't you sleeping?"
Holding her stomach, Grace responded, "I still need to fix something to eat." Mason raised an eyebrow. "It's midnight. It's not healthy," he pointed out. Grace protested, "I can't sleep this way."
Mason walked to the freezer and pulled out a pack of sliced bread and set it on the countertop and pulled ingredients for a quick sandwich from the freezer. Grace squinted her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked. Without looking at her, Mason replied, "Didn't you say you were hungry? I can't have you making a mess of my kitchen."
Grace smiled and remained silent, simply watching as Mason prepared four sandwiches. He dished them onto two separate plates and sat down to eat as well. After thanking him and taking a few bites, Grace teased, "Didn't you say it's not healthy to eat this late?"
Mason replied matter-of-factly, "It's bad to eat alone."
Grace said, "Awww, aren't you so sweet? But then, why do I feel like you're fighting it?"
"Eat," Mason told her. "Stop talking." They finished their meal in silence.
Once they were done, Grace begged Mason to show her back to the bedroom since she didn't know her way around the house yet. Despite their earlier disagreement, she felt a strange sense of comfort in his presence, as if he was a puzzle waiting to be solved.