Chapter Five

ELENA

I read the words written there over and over again, to make sure I wasn't dreaming or in some kind of a movie. Things like these only happened in movies, and books, not in my reality.

I looked up at Jason, appalled.

"Why do we need to sign a contract?" I asked, knowing fully well that I sounded out of sorts and ridiculous.

I knew there would be an agreement, but not a full contract that looked to be at least ten pages long.

Jason shook his head, looking at me with irritation. "Well that's what you get for involving yourself with my father. Now read and sign, so we could get past this stage." He hissed, sounding like he was calm. But I could hear the malice and accusations in his voice.

I swallowed and started to read.

I was doing this just so my conscience would be clear, and nothing else. At least that was what I was telling myself.

But deep down, there was something.... something that yearned for..

Oh no...don't go there Elena!

I scolded myself.

1. You must live together, in the house I gave to Elena.

I cursed beneath my breath at that first rule. As much as I would have loved it to be different, I knew it was necessary in an agreement like this.

What I didn't understand, was why it needed to be so... official.

2. You must get married a week after this agreement is signed.

That particular rule made me look up at Jason, and just sigh when I saw that he was paying me no attention, and was instead, scrolling through his phone.

Wasn't it to soon? I wanted to ask, but knew it would be futile. It's not like it was Jason who wrote the rules now was it?

3. In the years you would be married, the both of you should have no partners of any sort around you.

I could hold it in, I laughed, causing Jason to look at me with a slight frown. Our eyes met, and I bit my lips to stop myself from laughing. I didn't want him to get angry.

Jason's gaze seemed to follow the movement of my lips, but I wasn't sure because, soon he was looking straight at me, like nothing happened.

Maybe I was just imagining things.

"What's so funny?" He asked, brows drawn together in a frown deeper than before. His gaze seemed to pierce right into mine. It was so intense, I could literally feel it on me, but I couldn't look away.

"Nothing." I whispered, shaking my head frantically.

But as he continued to just stare at me, I gave in.

"I'm sorry, it's just that the third rule made me laugh a little. I mean, I don't think it's possible for you to stay celibate for five years." I said, shrugging with a little bit of nonchalance. 

In the few years since I had first heard about him, I had heard of so many rumors about his escapades with women. And boy did it make my tummy hurt.

And looking back at the memory of the woman on his arm that night, I knew there was no way Jason could stay celibate for even a month.

He lifted alone eyebrow at me. "And what about you? Can you...Miss Peterson?" He asked. 

The way he let his eyes rake over me as he said my name, made butterflies flutter about in my stomach.

I cleared my throat. How could I tell him that I was the queen of celibacy, since I had had none in two fucking years?

"Uhmm... maybe." I answered, and lowered my gaze, pretending to look at the paper, but all the while, my attention was on him.

I could see him adjust in his chair, before making a small sound.  "Between you and me, it's not like I care anyway, you can go do whatever you like, while I do mine of course. And no, I cannot stay celibate. So I would advice you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut on that part." His voice was harsh.

I definitely wasn't expecting that. And the moment he literally blurted out that in the five years we would be together, he was going to have his chill time with women, I felt something butter rise to the back of my throat.

Hell!

I fidgeted in my chair, unsure of what to say, and just went with whatever came out of my mouth. "Well, I do have a sneaky link too. And I am happy you don't mind." I retorted, lifting the file and burying my head inside of it, just so I wouldn't be tempted to look up at him.

But all the while, I was already beating myself up for saying that. Now he was going to think I was a slur for real.

Why the hell did I eben say that?!

Stupid! Stupid!

Urghhh!

JASON

I almost jumped out of my chair and lunhed forward, to snatch away the file from Elena's hands once she said that. But I stopped myself.

What the hell?!

Why was I feeling bitter about what she just said?

It was like I felt.... jealous?

Me? Jealous? 

Hell no!

I wasn't jealous of some sneaky link she had! But then again, what was my father's mistress doing with another man while she banged my father?

I hissed and went back to my phone, literally seeing fire! 

The woman was getting on my nerves without eben trying.

Unable to sit still again, I sat up in my chair and cleared my throat. "Listen, I think you should take the file home, and just read it through comfortably. I would see you tomorrow, and we can sign the contract tomorrow. There is no need for us staying out here so late in the night." With that, I was on my feet and ready to leave.

Elena looked at me with confusion, her very beautiful eyes staring right into my soul, but I looked away, not wanting to get lost in those eyes of hers.

Hah!

"Uhmm...sure." she said. 

I didn't wait for her to say more before I was on my way. As I was walking away, I thanked the heavens that I had already arranged with the restaurant for the meals to be added to my card. After all, it belonged to Tyler's friend.

It was when I was sat in my car and ready to leave that I remembered that I had forgotten to ask if she came with a car or a cab. Heck! I felt guilty, but I couldn't go back now, or could I?

Fuck! Fuck!

The thought of her being in the same car space with her did not go down well with me.

Well, depending on the definition of 'well', that is...