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Contract And Marriage
Contract And Marriage
Author: MysterRyght

Chapter 1

Sarina

“What the–” said my boss, who couldn’t continue what he was doing after I let go of the tray of food I was carrying and made a loud noise. I was shocked, and how could I not, when I found him naked, sitting in his wheelchair! “Are you an idiot? How can you be so careless?” he asked angrily. He was surprised because of the sound of the glasses breaking and a plate full of his food.

“Why are you naked?” I also asked out of irritation. I’ve been working for him for three months, and he’s rude. That’s why my tongue is sharp when talking back to him. I'm not scared of him, except for firing me, which I think he wouldn’t; he can’t do anything else to me because, other than being in a wheelchair, he’s also blind.

“The last time I remember, this is my room, so I will do what I want to do. You should have knocked first.”

“I knocked.”

“You should have waited for me to let you in, not just go in.”

“You know that I will be back for your food. If you plan to pleasure yourself, you should have let me finish what I have to do to you before you do a burlesque show here,” I replied. “Or tonight, when everyone is asleep,” I continued while cleaning the broken utensils. I refused to look at his masculinity because it looked so hard, and I was tempted to touch it. Although his legs cannot support him, his happiness and future are still active because of the continuous exercise he practices using his hands.

“Make sure you’re not looking at me and fantasizing about me on your bed. Shouldn’t you dress me up first instead of cleaning the floor?” I roll my eyes; what if that's the case? It’s not as though I could rape him, hump! So selfish! I was just looking!

“You managed to remove your clothes by yourself; why don’t you get dressed alone too?” I answered.

“Or maybe you want me to be naked so you can see my di–-” I threw him his clothes that were lying on the bed to shut him up. I can’t help but roll my eyes at this perverted boss of mine; oh my.

“That will cover you, so shut up first and let me finish cleaning this floor,” I said, causing him to keep quiet. I didn’t look at him anymore and quickly continued cleaning. I concentrate on the floor in fear that I might just grab his dick and start singing, using it as my mic. Hey, erase! Erase! Erase! I quickly shook my head, and just as I stood up from kneeling, I looked at my boss, who I caught looking at me, too.

I stared at him closer, and I had already blinked many times, but he didn’t even blink once. For Pete’s sake, he’s blind, but why does he seem like he could see? Oh, I don’t know, I shouldn’t care about that because except for balling my fist in front of him, my side eyes, and sticking out my tongue while he scolded me, I didn’t do anything bad to him. Well, it’s not good that I do those things, but that’s it. I mean him, no harm at all.

“Shall I dress you up before I take out these broken things, or do you want me to get you your food again?” I asked,

“I want to eat first,” he said, still looking at me without blinking. I shook my head again because of what was running in my head.

“Okay, I’ll just get some food. But I’ll get you your clothes first; I don’t want to see you naked again.” Yeah, that’s right. I should do that first; I think that’s safer. He didn’t say a word, so I got him another pair of clothes. The one I threw earlier to cover his little friend was used. “Here it is, sir. You can get dressed yourself," then I left his room again.

Maximus Lardizabal is a well-known personality in the country not only because of his wealth but also because of his elegance and handsomeness. Add to that his great masculinity, and no matter what I do to avoid looking, I really can’t help but look at and lust over him.

He is known to be a playboy, a trait that is not my type. Maybe I’m just like any other ordinary girl who gets carried away by his sexy and hot body, but of course, I don’t want to be one of the girls he just sleeps with.

I learned from the helpers that he had a girlfriend. But even if he was already in a relationship, he was often seen with different women before his accident. Maybe that’s why his girlfriend left him now that he needs her.

I thought she should have cared for him for a while so she wouldn't look bad in people’s eyes. Or, she should have left before the accident. Oh crap, it was all that perverted Maximus' fault; why would I care thinking about him and his girlfriend anyway? He should have stuck to whoever his girlfriend was and been faithful to her; instead, he used his head down south to everyone wearing skirts.

According to the maids who were talking about him at home, they say he loves the woman. And because she left him, he didn’t want to get better no matter how many times his grandma told him to. He probably doesn’t want to live anymore. He loves her, so why must he be with different women? Maximus is handsome, and many women still ogle at him despite his condition. I remember my co-nurses and the doctors talking about him back in the hospital. Well, that’s what he gets for being a womanizer.

After I prepared what my good master would eat again, I returned to his bedroom. I even saw some maids talking but didn’t pay much attention because I didn’t want Maximus to scold me for being slow.

Before opening the door, I knocked and ensured it was loud enough for him to hear. He was still in his wheelchair and had his back to me when I entered. I pulled the rolling table he uses when eating and put the tray on it before I walked over to him to help him sit on the bed.

“What is that, sir?” I exclaimed. He’s wearing a t-shirt, but still, nothing on his bottom, and the shirt I used to cover him earlier is in his hands, wiping his manhood.

“Good, you’re just in time, here,” he said, then raised his hand, holding a t-shirt he was handing me. I couldn’t help but look at his face and then at his T-shirt. “What are you doing? Why haven’t you taken my T-shirt yet?” he asked, returning me to my trance.

“What are you doing, sir? Are you that sex deprived that you can’t help but use your hand?” I exclaimed. “Besides, what will I do with your t-shirt, anyway?” I asked, creasing my forehead.

“If you want, wear it,” he also said.

“Sir, there’s your semen on it!” My eyes widened looking at him, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my cheeks. I’m sure my face looks red now.

“Then why are you still asking? If you want to wash it, then wash it. If you want to throw it, then throw it away. Where is your brain, Sarina?” I took his t-shirt to end the conversation, threw it in the trash, and washed my hands afterward. “My shorts!” he shouted when I exited his bathroom. My eyes rolled as I went to the walk-in closet to get him something to wear. “Never mind, just get me a robe, and I want to shower after eating.”

So, I dressed him in a robe and then started feeding him. Every time I saw him staring at me, I noticed he looked like he could see me. He had just finished drinking water when he suddenly spoke.

“Sarina,” I was putting his food away to bring it down to the kitchen when he called me. I looked at him, and again, he looked at me as if he could see me as our eyes met. “I want to fuck you,” he added.

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