Contract And Marriage

Sarina

Woah! What is this I’m feeling? I’m not innocent, and I’ve experienced being intimate with my ex-boyfriend, not all the way though. Still, the feeling that Maximus’ hands give me is different. “You were saying, love?” he asked. I had closed my eyes because of the sensation caused by his playful fingers, making me open my eyes abruptly.

“Ohh… that… I mean, the donut tastes good,” I answered, thinking how red my cheeks were and feeling thankful that he couldn’t see me.

“The donut is delicious?” he asked teasingly, smiling and looking at me. Really shit, why does he seem to see me when he smiles? If I hadn’t known from the beginning that he was blind and cripled, I would have thought he was just fooling me. It’s just that even in the mansion, the servants already know what happened there.

“Yes, taste it,” I answered as I put a donut next to his mouth so he could take a bite. But I tried slapping it in his mouth when I noticed he was grinning, which annoyed me because I thought he knew exactly what was happening to me.

“L-love!” he said as he withdrew his hand that must have lost the desire to play with my nipples. I got some juice, seeing how he was choking because of the donut I forced into his mouth. Of course, I still have a conscience.

“Okay, drink.” Then I brought the glass of juice closer to his mouth, and he quickly gulped down.

“Are you trying to kill me, love?” he asked with a frown. Then I saw his hand raised, and it was too late for me to get away from him as he already pulled me closer to him. “Remember that I haven’t taken what I paid for, and then you’re still like that. Don’t tell me you have no intention of fulfilling our contract?” he asked. It was annoying because his face was so close, and he could smell me, making me self-conscious.

“I-I’m not stopping you. That’s your decision, not mine.” I said and saw her smirk again. He looks like a sex maniac when he acts like that. But why doesn’t he look disgusting and scary? He could even make me feel wet in the part between my legs.

“For now, I will only indulge myself in touching you. ‘I’ll take you when I can finally see how much you like what I’m doing to you.”

“T-then eats first,” I said while taking another bite of the donut, which he bit into. Sheesh. It’s like he kissed me because he bit into my food.

Days passed, and Maximus’ therapy began. I can see his determination to walk, so I’m happy for him. And just like he said, he gets himself satisfied by touching and kissing me. Because he’s handsome and looks hot, it was hard for me to resist him. Also, a contract binds us, so no matter what, I had to let him do what he wanted.

Yes, I don’t love him, but whether I admit it or not, I enjoy what he does to me. It made me wonder if comfort women feel this way. The only difference between us is that only one man can taste and touch my alluring body. Shit, alluring! How can I call myself that when, just like what Maximus said, I’m flat-chested?

We are at the hospital again for his check-up with his eye doctor and to schedule his surgery. It’s different when you’re rich; you immediately get what you want. After talking with his doctor, we went to his therapist.

I don’t know the therapist; maybe he’s new. When I was working at that hospital, he wasn’t there yet. I shrugged my shoulders and watched what they were doing. I often see them whispering; I can’t hear what they are discussing, so I think they don’t want me to hear their topic.

“Max, I’ll leave first,” I said, making them both turn to look at me.

“Where are you going?” asked my husband, who seemed unwilling to agree.

“Just buying something to eat. What do you want?” I asked so that he wouldn’t think that I was very selfish.

“Okay, I’ll have coffee,” he answered before I left them. I’m sure they still need more time for his therapy, so I plan to eat there. I’ll grab a little bite because Maximus likes having a heavy dinner.

I was about to go to the elevator when I saw the woman I saw looking at my husband the first time we came here for a check-up. And just like before, she was also looking at me, making me crease my forehead because she looked pissed or something. I don’t know. Why? What did I do? I just shrugged my shoulders and entered the elevator that had just opened while I saw that the woman continued to walk. Who is she going to visit here?

Because Maximus likes coffee, I went to the coffee shop. I decided to buy my snack there to avoid another line that I knew would take longer since my order had already taken too long, and then I went back to my husband.

As soon as I entered the therapy room, I saw the woman I had met earlier and the shameless Maximus kissing. I didn’t notice that I had dropped the things I was carrying, which startled them, and they looked my way.

“Love, did someone come in?” my idiot husband asked.

“Who do you call love, me or the one you kiss?” I asked. If looks could kill, I’m sure they are both lying on the floor by now.

“Love, you just arrived?” he asked curiously. “Who’s with me here?” In my annoyance, I approached the woman and slapped her. The one that hurts so she can’t forget. Why did I do that? I also do not know, maybe because she took advantage of my husband’s condition.

“How dare you!” the woman’s angry scream.

“Wait, Midori, is that you?” Maximus asked again, confused. And he knows the woman’s voice?

“Yes, it’s me, babe,” said the Japanese-looking woman. “You still remember my voice. I knew you still think of me,” she added as she tried to get closer to Maximus again, but I quickly blocked her.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“No matter how much he thinks of you, I don’t care,” I boldly told her. “For now, he’s just a fantasy for you because he’s my husband,” I added.

“What!” she exclaimed. As long as Maximus is my husband, I will not allow another woman to be near him. I’m not stupid enough to be a martyr. I have self-respect, so mistresses won’t work on me!