Contract And Marriage

SarinaI don't know what I look like now, but the words he let out were not normally heard by anyone. My mouth was probably hanging open due to shock. "Can you hear me, Sarina?" I was startled by the strength of his voice."Are you still not satisfied with your hands, Sir? Don't involve me in your nonsense," I answered quickly, feeling all the blood in my body go up to my head. "I'm a nurse, Sir, and not some cheap woman. I accepted the job here because of the salary and not because of the size of your dick." I don't know why I added the last one, but I saw him grin."Say that again," he said."What is it?""The last thing you said, say it again.""Because the salary is high?""The next one,""Not because of the size of the di-" I couldn't finish because he suddenly spoke.“Damn, you turned me on. Tell me dirty things. It's nice to listen to, and it makes me feel aroused.""You're such a pervert, sir.""I'll pay you.""You think of me as a prostitute now.""10 million. For a year of f

Sarina“What does this mean? Why do we need to get married?” I asked in surprise. I did ask myself whether I would let myself get touched by someone who is not my husband, but it never occurred to me that he would include the word marriage in our agreement.“You’ve seen and read it already; why must you ask?”“I still don’t understand. We are talking about marriage, sir. It’s a life-long relationship and not some casual housemate thing,” I explained.“That’s for your own good. Don’t you like it? We’re not immoral,” he asked, and I couldn’t believe he really thought about it.“I’ll get that, but I’m not ready to get married yet!”“Well, get ready. Naturally, you have prepared yourself for someone to fuck you. Why don’t you also prepare yourself to become Mrs. Maximus Lardizabal?”“You think it’s that easy?” I asked.“I know it’s not. Imagine me getting married and being tied to you?”“Exactly!” I exclaimed. Maybe because this one is crazy, I must wake him up to the truth.“What if you

SarinaWoah! 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

MATURE CONTENT!!Sarina“Try to leave me like that again, Sarina; you’re gonna get what you’re looking for,” Maximus said angrily, but I ignored him and kept scrolling on my cell phone. “Are you listening?” he asked, but I still didn’t reply. Why should I care about someone who cares more about what others have to say other than my feelings?He had just arrived from the hospital with his assistant (who brought him home after I gave him a ring). As soon as Aries left after he pushed Maximus' wheelchair beside the couch that I was sitting on, he started nagging. Does he think his anger affects me? “Sarina!”“Don’t yell at me!” I shouted, too. Is he thinking I would let him do that to me because he had already paid me? “I’d do it again if I could see that bitch in the hospital next time. So tell me now if you’ll let her flirt with you so I won’t go with you anymore.”“Are you jealous?” he asked. I wanted to burst out laughing, but I held back.“Am I jealous? Why would I get jealous? Who a

Sarina"Grandma," greeted Maximus. We were at the condo, and his grandmother had just arrived. I was lost and didn't know what to do because she was looking at me, his grandson, and our intertwined hands."Good morning," I had to greet her as well so I wouldn’t appear snobbish, or she’d think I was disrespectful. She raised his eyebrows before facing Maximus."How are you, grandson?" she asked, settling herself on the couch next to Maximus' wheelchair. He was sitting there while I was on the other side, so we were like in a love triangle picture."As you can see, I'm perfectly fine. My wife is taking care of me.""It must be because she gets paid for that!" Ouch! She didn't even honk her horn; I would have hit her if she wasn't so old."Grandma...""What? It's true! Why? Do you think she would work properly if she’s not well compensated? She had better do her job, or I will report her to the nurse's association.”"Sarina is now my wife, grandma.""So?" the old woman asked, raising her