Chapter 4

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 get pregnant?”

“I’m a nurse; I know how NOT TO GET MYSELF PREGNANT,” was my answer.

“What if you get pregnant?”

“That’s my problem.”

“How about my son?”

“He’s still yours.”

“You want to turn my son into a bastard?” he asked angrily.

“You  fuck different women before; didn’t you think about that, and now, it suddenly entered your head?”

“I don’t fuck women twice. And every time, I made sure they wouldn’t get pregnant.”

“Then good for you. But what does our marriage have to do with that?”

“Imagine, I will live with you for a year? As in one year, there is no day that I will not pour my sperm inside your pussy. Do you honestly think that you won’t be able to conceive my child?” he asked. I don’t know why the seriousness of our conversation suddenly made my panties wet. I’m sure it was because of his vulgar words, and I guess he was right about that.

“But what if I’m on my period?”

“Do you think that will stop me from taking you?”

“You’re so exaggerated and gross! As in, even if I have my period, you still fuck me?”

“I have to make the most of the 10 million. Be thankful that I didn’t ask for my free taste anymore; just make sure that you’re sweet when I eat your pussy.”

“You idiot, it’s not sweet!”

“It’s your problem how to make it sweeter,” he said as if it was nothing. I just shook my head and didn’t argue anymore. I guess I will just have to agree on our marriage. That’s better than being immoral, right? As for our separation, when the time comes, as the saying goes, I’ll just cross the bridge when I get there. “Sign the contract and our marriage application because Aries will return to get it and process it. Let’s talk about our grand wedding when I get you pregnant.”

My eyes widened at what he said. When I agreed to the wedding, I didn’t expect a grand celebration; I knew that we would only end up having sex. But I still can’t stop thinking about that word as I sign the papers. Wedding. It was supposed to be for someone who loves each other, but why am I facing this with someone who is not even my type? Well, I fantasize about his body, but that’s all.

Not for being choosy, my boss is rich, including being handsome, with a good body and a huge dick. But being a playboy is a big NO for me. I can’t do anything about my situation since I already clung to his balls, so I should just accept it.

“What is this “Love”?” I asked as I continued reading the contract.

“You have to call me love, especially if we are having sex.”

“And why? Please explain.”

“To make me like it more. I’ll be more aroused if you call me by endearment. I didn't want you to scream “SIR” on my face when we both cum.”

“I won’t moan!” my fast defense.

“Continue reading so you’ll know what you’re getting into,” he replied commandingly.

“What is this? I’m required to moan. Seriously?”

“Well, of course. I would like it if you moan and see you like what I’m doing to you and your body.”

“What if I don’t enjoy it?” I asked, and then he didn’t answer, but only momentarily.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it because all the girls I slept with asked for a second time; I just didn’t give it because I didn’t want to. But if you’re frigid, I can't do anything about it; just act like you’re enjoying it.”

“What frigid are you talking about? What if I just didn’t like you since you’re not my type? I mean, you’re not my kind of man.”

“I’m not your type? Why because I’m blind and crippled?” he asked, apparently angry.

“What does being blind and crippled have to do with it? I wouldn't have a job if it wasn’t for your condition.”

“That’s it?”

“Why is there anything else?”

“This is me, Maximus Lardizabal. The most sought-after bachelor in the country,” he said with a hint of bragging.

“And playboy. Don’t forget that. That’s why I don’t understand why we must get married; you’re probably the first to ruin our marriage.”

"Don't worry, Sarina. You don’t know, maybe I’m loyal,” he answered. I ignored him and continued reading the contract. I could say that everything was okay except for the part where I needed to call him Love and moan during our sexual intercourse. Silly, I know those feelings come naturally. Then he wanted to force me. I just shook my head and accepted everything, even if it seemed unreasonable; I needed his money.

Well, I signed it, and after two hours, Aries returned and took the documents. “I’m leaving, Ma’am, Sir,” he continued. Suddenly, I was embarrassed because he called me ma’am when he knew this was just a contract.

“Why do we have to move here?” I wondered when we were alone again.

“I want to get checked up.” I raised my eyebrows when I heard him. As far as I know, he doesn’t want it. His grandmother has forced him to have surgery several times, but he always refuses. Even though the old woman is in another country, she often calls to encourage him to get himself better. I know because they were talking on a loudspeaker. What did he eat and suddenly think of getting surgery? “Why are you silent?” he asked curiously.

“Why not when I thought I heard a miracle? What comes to your mind that you suddenly want to see and walk?” I asked, full of curiosity.

“To make the fuck more enjoyable,” he answered.

“Sir!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. “Don’t you have anything in your mind other than sex?” I exclaimed.

“Yes. But let’s see if I will still feel the same after I tasted you,” he replied casually. I don’t think I will be able to talk to him seriously.

“I hope we can talk properly at least for once,” I said and got up from my seat.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’ll see what’s in your fridge; I’m hungry.”

“Don’t cook and ask for a food delivery instead,” he said. “We have a helper, but she’s stay-out. She’ll be here in the morning to clean regularly. When the afternoon comes, it’s just us, like now.” I nodded but still went straight to his kitchen.

“Are you hungry? What do you want?” I asked. It’s past his snack time, and it’s almost time for dinner, so I’ll just give him a light snack.

“You,”

“What is it? I am not a soothsayer.”

“You are what I want to eat.” I turned to him, and I could see his laughing face as if there was no tomorrow. He’s crazy and doesn’t want to stop. He must have imagined my appearance because of what he said. He’s really stupid. “You’re quiet again, that’s just a joke.”

“Stop talking to me, sir.”

“Practice calling me Love; we’re husband and wife and no longer in an employee-employer relationship. It’s very awkward if other people hear you call me sir.”

It’s true, but “It’s not that easy. I need to condition myself first,” I replied. That word should be an endearment for the person I love. I don’t know why it is so important to him that we call each other that way. But I think he just wants to show off our fake relationship. He is probably thinking about his ex, who left him, and wants to show the girl that he has moved on. His ego and pride are his tough opponents.