Sarina's POV:I stepped out of Maximus' room after he finished wiping me down, something I always loved him doing for me. He wasn't the type of partner to just leave after being intimate.I felt cared for and couldn't help but admire him. Maybe that's why so many women were drawn to him, as he had once mentioned, often asking for a second round."Did you find what your boss was looking for?" my mom asked."No, Ms. Martina," Maximus replied, following me without me even noticing. "Maybe Lisa put it aside.""Lisa?" my dad asked, just stepping out of the kitchen."Yes, Mr. Dean. She helps us around the house, but right now, she's with her daughter-in-law, who just gave birth. As such, she's not here at the moment," Maximus replied.He then sat beside me, placing his laptop on his lap and opening it. What was this fellow thinking, chatting with my parents like that?"Well, it's good you have company here. You won't get bored when your boss is at work," my mom remarked."I'm not re
Sarina's POV:"Mom, I can take care of myself," I interjected."Just make sure you don't go wandering around if Jason's not with you, okay?" my mom pleaded."He's in our hometown, remember?" I reminded them."He texted me yesterday, dear. He got a condo here in Ventalis. He's staying here now," my dad suddenly announced, shocking me.I had no idea he had made that decision.Why? What was he thinking, moving here, when he knew that his father, Roger Castro, was grooming him to take over once his term as governor ended?"Well, there's no problem with that, Ms. Martina and Mr. Dean. If Jason's trustworthy, I don't mind. As long as Sarina knows her way back home," Maximus said calmly."Thank you, Maximus. We're really glad you're her boss. We were worried she'd end up working for some snobby rich person who might look down on her. She's got a sharp tongue, and she'd definitely talk back if she were treated poorly," my mom said."That's true," my husband, the pervert, agreed, makin
Sarina's POV:Maximus and I quickly composed ourselves, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I had no idea what to do as my husband remained silent."Get dressed, Sarina, and we'll talk," my mom said sternly. She seemed angry, so I attempted to explain myself."Mom, let me—""I said get dressed!" she yelled, making me nod in agreement."You too, Maximus. Clean yourself up," she added, directing her words at the man standing quietly beside me."Yes, Ms. Martina," Maximus replied.He gently pulled me toward our room, and once we were presentable, we returned."You're so stubborn!" I whispered as soon as we stepped into our bedroom. "We wouldn't have gotten caught if you'd just waited until they were asleep! You and your impulsive urges.""Quiet, Sarina, and get dressed. Your parents are waiting," he said, gathering his clothes and handing mine to me. We both dressed quickly."I didn't expect you to do something like this, Sarina," my dad said, his disappointment weighin
Sarina's POV:"Yes, Mom, managing the company isn't easy, so he really needs to focus on that right now," I chimed in, trying to make the situation sound more believable."Quiet, Sarina! I wasn't talking to you," my mom snapped, still clearly upset."Mom, Dad, I promise to take care of and love my wife. Once everything is settled at the company, we'll discuss the wedding. For now, I ask for your understanding and trust," Maximus said, taking a deep breath.My parents turned their attention to me, and I could still feel their lingering disappointment. I didn't blame them but hoped they'd stop bringing up Jason, especially in front of Maximus."There's nothing we can do now. What's important is that you're married and not living immorally. I've never wanted any of my children to live the way some young people do today. "I'm not judging them, but I feel more at ease knowing my children are in good hands, married to someone they're committed to," my dad said, his words heavy with co
Sarina's POV"What the—" Maximus Salonga, my employer, said, his sentence cut short when I dropped the tray of food I was carrying for him.How could I not, when I found him sitting naked in his wheelchair?"Are you an idiot? How can you be so careless?" he snapped, startled by the clatter of plates and glasses crashing to the floor."Why are you naked?" I asked bluntly.I had been working for Maximus for three months, and he was always incredibly grumpy. But I had a sharp tongue and often talked back. Aside from firing me, there wasn't much he could do, given that he was both wheelchair-bound and blind."The last time I checked, this is my room, so I'll do whatever I want. You should have knocked first," he retorted."I did knock.""You should have waited for me to let you in instead of barging in," Maximus insisted."You knew I was coming back with your food. If you were planning to flaunt yourself like that, you should have let me finish serving you before stripping down,"
Sarina's POV:I didn't know how I looked at that moment, but the words that came out of Maximus' mouth were far from anything you'd normally hear. I must've looked shocked, my mouth hanging open."Can you hear me, Sarina?"I jolted at the sound of his voice."Are you unsatisfied with pleasuring yourself, Mr. Salonga? Don't drag me into your nonsense," I snapped back, quickly.It was infuriating. What did he take me for? Oh right, he was blind. Did he think I was a prostitute?"I'm a nurse, Mr. Salonga, not some loose woman. I took this job because of the high pay, not because of your big penis." I didn't even know why I added that last part, but I saw the smirk spread across his face."Say that again," he said."What?""The last thing you said. Say it again.""Because the pay is high?""The part after that.""Not because of your big p—"I didn't even get to finish before he interrupted, "Damn, you just turned me on. Say something dirty again. It sounds so good, I'm getting
Sarina's POV:"Where are you agreeing to?" Maximus asked, sounding like an idiot."You're so stupid, Mr. Salonga. You know exactly what I'm saying; don't play with me," I retorted."Are you angry?" he asked again."No, Mr. Salonga, I'm just telling you," I replied."Tell me what?" he pressed."Mr. Salonga!" I barked."Clarify it because I don't understand what you're saying. What are you agreeing to? Where are you agreeing?"If it weren't for the puzzled look on his face, I could say he was mocking me.Even so, I was sure this pervert was just toying with me—it was impossible that he didn't understand what I was saying."Ah, forget it. It seems like your offer is already closed," I said, but he didn't respond. "Just let me take a leave. Paid leave, I mean.""Why?" he pressed."I'm going to find a wealthy man who has 200,000 dollars to fuck for a year," I said."Oh, is that what you're saying you're agreeing to? Clarify it," Maximus said."Please just let me take the one-w
Sarina's POV:"What does this mean? Why do we need to get married?" I asked, confused. Yes, I had wondered if I could sleep with someone who wasn't my partner, but it had never crossed my mind that he would attach the word "marriage" to our agreement."You've already seen and read it, so why are you asking?" Maximus replied."I still don't understand. We're talking about marriage here, Mr. Salonga—a lifelong commitment. Our agreement was just for a year of sex," I explained."This is for your benefit too. Don't you want us to avoid being immoral?" he asked as if he had truly thought it through."I get that, but I'm not ready to get married!" I exclaimed."Well, you'd better start preparing. If you're ready to commit to a year of sex, then be ready to become Mrs. Salonga.""You think it's that easy?" I asked him back."I know it's not. Can you imagine me getting married? Being tied to you?" he said mockingly."Exactly!" I exclaimed, exasperated.Maybe he's gone crazy, and I