Perfect Marriage Revenge

Jessie's POV

It is one thing to be proposed to,

It is another thing to be proposed to by Gavin Pierre— a man who doesn't do anything without a second motive. 

His actions left me reeling. 

How could he expect me to marry him under these circumstances? 

"Marriage Contract?" I repeated as if I had misheard him.

Gavin Pierre paused, turning towards me with a blank expression. 

"What about it?" 

"Gavin, this is madness. You and I together, its not possible.. You don't even love me..." 

"You're even dumber than I thought,” he sighed, “Look here, not all marriages are for love. Some are transactional."

"I dont want to marry on transaction, Gavin. I want to be in love with my husband."

"Love?” A dry scoff escaped his lips. “Then this makes my revenge all the more sweeter." He answered with a triumphant smirk.

A few minutes later, we were seated across each other, I couldn't tell if it was the unsigned document before me or his piercing gaze that had my hands trembling uncontrollably.

"We... We need to talk," I stammered. 

Gavin looked away, and I released my breath.

"What now, Jessie?"

"I refuse to believe that you're doing this just for revenge."

"Why not?" He answered calmly,

"You ruined my relationship, it's a perfect revenge." 

A smirk formed on his face as he pointed a pen at me. “Sign…”

"I won't,” I interjected. "I mean, I can’t. Not until I know the real reason you’re doing this?"

Gavin's face darkened, and he rose from the table, towering over me.

"I owe you no explanations," he bellowed, “Sign the goddamn contract."

"I can withdraw the foreign specialists. I called them over and I can send them back."

"Gavin..."

"But don't forget, I paid all your family's debts, and you're not leaving until every dime is repaid."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. The anger and contempt I felt for him surged, but so did my desperation. 

My mother needed those specialists. I couldn't let her suffer. 

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to look Gavin in the eye.

“Why do you always do whatever you want?” 

“Did you pay off my debts to have control over me?”

With tears stinging my eyes, I sprang to my feet and jolted out of the study into the comfort of my room.

As I slammed the door shut, the tears fell freely, my emotions a tangled mess of fury and despair. 

How could Gavin be so heartless? He really gave me no other choice but to sign the contract.

As I sat at the edge of the bed, filled with anger, I made a decision.

If I was going to sign this, I would have my own conditions. 

Gavin wanted a mariage of convenience? Fine, let's get convenient. But I would make sure he regretted it.

I marched back to his study, ready to take the bull by the horn. "I'll sign the contract." I declared, my voice firm and steady.

"But I have a condition."

Gavin looked up from his desk with a raised eyebrow. 

"And what might that be?"

"If we are signing a marriage contract, then we must be married in every sense of the word."

"What does that mean?" Gavin asked, reclining on his chair.

"It means you must be a responsible married man. You're not allowed to sleep around or with anyone else, go clubbing, or indulge in any of your indecent bachelor behaviors."

For a moment, Gavin looked taken aback. Then a slow, predatory smirk spread across his face.

"Indecent?"

"Yes" I replied firmly, "Not that you care about marriage but it is supposed to be a sacred union between two people, and that is what we must have."

Gavin gazed at me for a good few seconds and oh my insides churned. My confidence weaned away and my lips quivered to take back my words but suddenly, he replied. 

"Fine, we have a deal."

“Go ahead and sign the contract.”

As I signed the contract, second thoughts crept into my mind. It wasn't suppose to be this easy. 

Gavin Pierre always held an invisible mask over his features, only showing his glares, random smirks and corked brows. 

For the first time, after signing the contract, I wished I knew what he was thinking. I wished I could understand him even a bit better. 

The triumphant smirk on his face was unsettling, and even more unsettling was his easy acceptance of my outrageous demands.

“Did I miss anything?” I wondered, slowly rising from my seat. 

As I made my way towards the door, his voice resounded in the room, stopping me halfway. 

“I didn’t say you could go.” 

Slowly, I turned to meet his eyes dancing with mischief. 

“We’re not done talking.”

Rising from his seat, Gavin sauntered across the room. Each step of his, more intentional than the last.  The smirk and mischief in his eyes remained unbroken. 

My attention to details had always been a gift I wished I could turn off sometimes because even though he was calm, the aura around him, was daring. 

As Gavin got closer, I felt as conscious as I did when our eyes met for the first time at the club that night.

Instinctively, she took a step back. 

Gavin’s smirk widened.

The tug of push and pull began- his step forward, my step backward. 

One against the other and inevitably, I was backed against the wall. 

Gavin scanned my face, his eyes lingered on my lips longer than it should have.

My heart broke into a race, just the same as it did on that night.

“What… what are you doing?” I stuttered.

“Talking to my wife…” Gavin replied. 

At the sound of wife, my resolve all melted into a burst of butterflies. I didn’t realize I became a wife until now- and oh, it sounded good.

“I’m not allowed to sleep with anyone?” Gavin began, his voice was measuredly low, and if I didn’t know him too well, I’d say, even seductive. “Isn’t that a bit too harsh?” He continued, “I’m a man, a very active man. What do we do about my needs?”

“I… I don’t know…” 

“Oh I do,” Gavin replied, his voice husky.

“My wife insists on being married in all sense of it. She should also know that it includes satisfying my needs.”

“Huh?” I breathed weakly. “I don’t understand..”

“You’re my wife,” Gavin replied, “And you will act like it in all sense.”

My eyes widened as the meaning suddenly dawned on her. 

“Huh?!” 

“Thats not what I meant.”

“I’m sure that is what you meant…”

“No, you’ve misunderstood me. You can go ahead and do whatever you want.”

“Hm hm,” Gavin replied with a shake of the finger, “I’m a responsible married man, and I don’t intend to be unfaithful.”

I paused for a moment, taken aback by his response. It felt so real, I nearly believed him. 

I stood there, lost in his eyes as they pierced deep into my soul.

Gavin’s lingering gaze returned to her lips.

And oh, just like that night. I yearned to be taken...