Chapter 3

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-week leave," I added.

"Do you think there's a sane man who would agree to that?" he asked.

"If you were the one offering it to me, why wouldn't you be sane?" I snapped.

Was he serious?

"I'm blind and can't walk. Do you think I'm sane? If I didn't have a disability, would you think I'd offer you something like that? Are you kidding me?" Maximus mocked.

"You know, you're so boastful. All you have is money!" I said, increasingly annoyed.

"The way you speak right now, it seems like you don't respect me as your employer. Remember, I pay you very well," he retorted.

"Remember also that you're such a pervert, always showing off your penis like a toothpick. If someone else were in my place, she would have already sued you," I countered.

"How could you sue me when you love seeing my cock? And what's with the toothpick comparison?!" he replied.

I wanted to laugh loudly because his eyes were so wide, but I restrained myself.

"Your pussy would be ruined if I buried it in you. Oh, call Aries Cruz," he instructed.

"Why would I have to call your assistant?" I asked.

"So I can prepare our contract. Since you're already agreeing, it's about time to prove that I can destroy your pussy," he replied.

"You know, Mr. Salonga, you're wealthy and look like an educated person, but your mouth is so vulgar. You're like a loafer—maybe even looser, who knows how to choose their words," I responded.

"I don't care. The important thing is that I'm more turned on when I use such words. So you need to use your foul mouth when I'm fucking you," he said.

Our conversation was intense, and I couldn't help but feel my panties getting wet. It felt different, not like the simple and ordinary back-and-forths of the past few days.

"And because you've agreed, I need to know if my 200,000 dollars is worth it for you," Maximus added.

"What do you mean you need to know?" I asked, puzzled.

"Come closer and let me touch you first. I'll also suck your tits to check if they're tasty," he replied.

"Shameless, Maximus! What am I, food? Do you really need a free taste?"

"Why not? I just want to make sure. What if you're just a virgin but your pussy doesn't taste sweet?"

"Taste sweet?" I retorted.

Unbelievable! Did it even taste like that? I thought it was salty.

"Of course, I want sweet pussy," Maximus proclaimed.

"Never mind. I don't want to make a deal with you if you want a free taste. I'm willing to sign a contract, but forget about your free sample," I refused.

"Then don't. I'm not the one who's in need here," he replied.

I shot him a look at what he said.

"How do you know I need money? Have you been listening to my conversations with my mom?" I asked angrily.

"Are you losing your mind? Do you have to be smart to know that? You didn't agree at first, but now you have your reasons. And since money is the reason, you surely need a lot.

"If it were a small amount and you could pay it back in a certain time, you should have just borrowed or taken out a loan," he said, making some sense.

"I'm lame and blind, Sarina, not stupid," he added.

"I'm not saying you're stupid!" I fired back, frustrated.

I really wanted him to see me so he would understand how harshly I looked at him.

"Get my phone," he said, which I did. Then I noticed he had a speed dial before pressing it to his ear.

"Aries, prepare my condo and the contract," he ordered.

And that was it. Did Aries already know what to do?

Maximus handed me his phone, which I took and placed back on his bedside table.

"I'll take down this meal you were eating," I said.

"Wait." He stopped me. "Don't forget, I still want my free taste, so come back here immediately," he demanded.

I rolled my eyes and was about to stand up to leave his room when he spoke again. "Pack your things too. Everything, because we're moving to a condo."

I remained silent and felt he was waiting for my response. "Sarina, can you hear me?"

"Yes!" I yelled at him while walking toward the door.

"After you pack, come back here immediately for my free taste!" he shouted.

Even after I left his room, I still couldn't believe it. It felt like our arrangement was so natural.

Shameless! My body was his bargaining chip.

Following his instructions, I packed all my things. I didn't know what he was thinking and decided to move to the condo.

Wait, was he really planning to exploit his 200,000 dollars? What a pervert!

"What things are you bringing for the move?" I asked as I entered his room.

I was surprised to see that he was already dressed, so I couldn't help but glance at him. "Miracles of miracles! What have you eaten that you managed to dress yourself?"

"I can dress myself, Sarina," he replied, rolling his wheelchair closer to me. "Where are your things?"

"They're in my room," I answered.

"Let's go. Let's get them before we drop," he urged, and I began walking toward the door.

As he suggested, we first went through my room to retrieve my suitcase before heading to the elevator.

Yes, there was an elevator for him so he could get off whenever he wanted.

His grandmother had built it before leaving for Entown on vacation, but apparently, she had no plans to return.

During my first week working for Maximus, she had left, and now—more than three months later—she was still not back.

I breathed a sigh of relief, as it seemed he had forgotten about his free taste. I wasn't too hopeful about that part.

Honestly, it was annoying. I still couldn't fully believe I had agreed to the setup he wanted. In reality, I hadn't thought it through.

Still, there was nothing else I could do because of my family's situation. As the saying went, "When desperate, cling to a cock."

Shit! I messed up the saying…

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"Here it is, Mr. Salonga," Aries said with a smile, handing me the envelope he had been holding, which I knew contained the contract.

We were already at the condo, where Maximus and I had found him waiting.

"Okay, you can leave us now," Maximus instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Salonga," Aries replied before exiting the room.

"Read it," Maximus ordered and pretended to lounge on the couch, making it seem like he wasn't blind and was merely lame.

I opened the envelope and pulled out its contents, reading them carefully.

"Why do we need to get married?!" I retorted, not missing a beat, as it was clearly stated that we needed to marry.