SIGNING THE CONTRACT

JASMINE'S POV.

I looked at the screen of my phone. This was the biggest decision of my life, and I knew that there was no going back after this.

If I sent in my location right now, Christopher would have every right to claim me.

I didn't even know what was in that contract, apart from being his wife for thirteen months.

I typed in the address, and sent it.

"Don't worry Jass. You are doing it for him." I murmured trying to tell myself I was doing this for the right purpose.

My heart ached as I thought about what my father had done to my brother, and I.

We didn't deserve this but he was blinded by that disgusting wife of his.

My organization was useless, and it was the exact reason I just wanted to leave but it wasn't that easy.

I took in a large gulp of air trying desperately to calm myself.

It was just thirteen months, and I had to give him a child.

"Wait."

I have to give him a child? This man would be sleeping with me also for the rest of those months.

Another breath. I could do this.

It was just sex.

'Sex with a freaking Greek god!' A little voice screamed in my head but I quickly pushed it ourselves.

Just because I was going to have sex with him didn't mean I had to succumb to his charm or to him entirely. I was still my own woman, and this woman was going to stand strong.

Just as I was in the moment of encouraging myself, a black Range Rover skidded to a halt beside me.

It had tinted glass, but I already had an idea of who was sitting in that car.

Someone came out from the other side, from his build, I recognized him as X.

He walked to my side of the car, and pulled open the door for me.

I nodded my head, and entered the car.

'I was my own woman.'

"So you came crawling back." A low chuckle escaped from Christopher's mouth, but I didn't turn to look at him, and kept my eyes forward as the car rode on.

"Look at me." Christopher said.

I knew he was enjoying whatever he thought he was doing but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

I cracked up my best smile, and turned to stare at his face.

I gasped a little when I met his deep blue eyes staring right back at me.

A small bandage was on his head, courtesy of yours truly, but strangely, I didn't feel happy about it.

This man was about to help me, and I had almost cracked open his skull.

I looked at how supple his lips looked. I had to admit that they were one of the best I had ever seen.

I suddenly realized my mistake, and looked up at him, hardening my face so he wouldn't notice anything.

Christopher only smirked before turning away.

"We are going to my mansion, and I'll increase the intensity of the contract as punishment." I almost couldn't hear him because of how low his voice was.

The car suddenly felt claustrophobic but I had brought it on myself after the little stunt I had pulled on him.

"Okay." I muttered.

"I'd explain everything to you before you sign the contract."

"Okay." After the second okay, I felt Christopher's eyes on me, and I wanted to curse out loud.

He had to stop looking at me with such intensity, or I would begin to lose my focus.

I steadied myself as we drove in silence to his mansion. The air in the car was so thick that scissors would be able to cut through it.

Finally, I took a look outside to see a magnificent mansion with artistic architectural prowess.

It was breathtaking with tall marble pillars holding it up at each corner.

The gardens around it gave the mansion a regal look, but there was one thing that irked me about the mansion. It was the lack of vibrant colors.

The parts of it were painted black, grey or white giving it a dull appearance.

"Has this place always been like this?" I muttered out without minding the volume of my voice.

"My mom kept it alive." Christopher answered, causing me to look at him. He had no expression on his face, and I knew it was better to keep shut.

The car passed through the iron gates, and came to a halt in front of the mansion's entrance.

"Welcome to your new home." Christopher said, and my skin tightened.

'I was doing it for Jamie' I repeated it like a mantra doing my very best to calm down, and making myself feel like it was the right decision I had taken.

The door against my seat opened, and a hand stretched forward, gesturing me to take it.

'At least, he's a gentleman.' I smiled at the thought, and took the hand in appreciation.

My eyes narrowed when I realized it wasn't Christopher who had helped me out but his bulky bodyguard.

The night came quickly, and I found myself sitting on a plump sofa staring at the piece of contract in my hand.

"Are we going to have sex? everytime?" I croaked out.

Christopher looked at me like I uttered some strange language.

"You want to impregnate yourself? Or do you have another way of giving birth?" He quirked a brow.

"No." I bit into my lower lip, and looked back at the contract.

"Do I need permission before I go out?" I didn't bother to raise my head.

"That's your punishment, and to go out, I must follow you."

His tone told me there was no changing his decision, and I swallowed hard.

'For Jamie'

I took the pen, and signed the contract knowing there was no going back.

"Go up. I'll see you in a few minutes." Christopher stood up, and smiled at me but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What about my brother?"I asked.

"That's not for you to worry about. Now, go up."

I dragged my feet upstairs, knowing I was now the contracted wife of a grumpy billionaire