Chapter 6

Sarina POV:

Oh no, what was that feeling? Was this how it was supposed to feel?

I wasn't exactly innocent—I had been intimate with my ex-boyfriend before, though we hadn't gone all the way.

However, Maximus' touch gave me a completely different sensation.

"You were saying, love?" Maximus asked.

I had my eyes closed because of the sensation his fingers were causing, but I quickly opened them when I heard his voice.

"Oh… Lisa's donut was delicious," I said, probably blushing hard.

Thankfully, he couldn't see me.

"Was it really the donut that was delicious?" he teased, grinning at me.

Damn, why did it feel like he could see me with that grin? If I hadn't known from the start that he was blind and in a wheelchair, I'd have thought he was playing a prank on me.

But even the housemaids knew what had happened to him.

"Yeah, try some!" I said, forcing the donut into his mouth. I had to shove it in because his grin was seriously getting annoying.

"L-Love, n-not so much—" he choked as he pulled his hand away, probably losing the desire to play with my nipples.

I grabbed some juice just in case he choked, feeling like it might have been my fault.

"Here, drink," I said, holding the glass up to his lips.

He quickly gulped it down.

"Were you trying to kill me, love?" he asked with a frown.

Then, I saw his hand move, and before I could pull away, he grabbed me again.

"I hadn't even started on what I paid for, and you are already like this. Don't tell me you weren't planning to fulfill our contract?" he said.

It was infuriating because his face was so close to mine, and he was smelling me, making me suddenly self-conscious.

"I-I wasn't stopping you. It was your decision, not mine," I stammered, noticing his grin again.

He really looked like a pervert when he acted like that. But why didn't he seem gross or scary? In fact, he was actually... panty-dropping material.

"For now, I'll indulge myself by just touching you. I want to have you when I can see how much pleasure I am giving you," he revealed.

"W-Well then, eat first," I said, shoving another piece of donut into his mouth.

He bit into it, and I felt different—it was like he was biting me instead.

-

Days passed, and Maximus finally started his therapy.

I could see how determined he was to walk again, and I was genuinely happy for him.

As he had said, for now, he was content with just touching and kissing. He was handsome, and his breath smelled nice, so I responded. After all, it was in our contract.

Sure, I didn't love him, but I couldn't deny that what he did felt good.

It made me wonder if this was how women who sold their bodies felt. The only difference was that I was only intimate with one man. "Intimate" felt like such a strong word, but as Maximus had once said, I was flat-chested anyway.

We were at the hospital for his check-up with the eye doctor and to schedule his operation.

Being rich really had its perks—everything happened so fast.

After their conversation, we headed to his therapist.

I didn't recognize the therapist—they must have been new. When I worked at this hospital, they weren't here yet.

I let it go and watched them interact. I often saw them whispering, though I couldn't make out what they were saying. I wasn't exactly skilled at eavesdropping.

"Max, I'm going out for a bit," I said, catching their attention.

"Where are you going?" my husband asked, clearly not wanting me to leave.

"I'm just going to buy some snacks. What do you want?" I asked, so he wouldn't think I was being selfish.

"Alright, I'll have coffee," he replied, and I left them to it.

They were going to be there for a while, so I needed a snack too. Just something light since Maximus liked to eat a lot at dinner.

I was heading to the elevator when I ran into the same woman we had seen the first time we came here. And just like before, she was staring at me with a scowl, making me frown. What had I done?

I shrugged it off and stepped into the now-open elevator, watching her continue walking. Who could she be visiting here?

-

Since Maximus wanted coffee, I went to a nearby coffee shop and decided to grab my snack there rather than look for another place. After waiting in line for what felt like forever, I finally got my order and rushed back to my contracted husband.

As soon as I entered the therapy room, I was greeted by the sight of Maximus kissing the woman I had just passed by earlier.

Shocked, I dropped everything I was holding, causing both of them to flinch.

"Love, did someone come in?" Maximus asked.

"Who is this 'love' you're talking to—me, or the woman you're kissing?!" I snapped, wishing my glare could kill.

"Love, you just got here?" he asked, confused. "Who is with me here?"

Irritated, I walked up to the woman and slapped her, hard enough for her to remember.

Why did I do it? I didn't even know. Maybe because she was taking advantage of Maximus.

"How dare you!" the woman screamed in anger.

"Wait, Miranda?" Maximus asked, recognizing her voice, “Miranda Francisco?”

"Yes, it's me, babe," the woman cooed sweetly.

She had a slight bow-legged stance, and I realized she looked Santorian.

"You still remember my voice. I knew you still thought of me," she added, moving closer to Maximus again, but I quickly stepped between them.

"No matter how much he thinks of you, I don't care," I said firmly. "He's only allowed to fantasize about you because he's my husband now."

"What?!" Miranda screeched in shock.

As long as I was Maximus' wife, I wouldn't let any other woman hover around him. I wasn't stupid enough to play the martyr. I respected myself too much to let mistresses have their way!