Sex Contract

"Miss Green, This contract is unique. I assume your reasons are good, but this contract isn't binding." "A loophole? Can I marry and divorce him? Her twisting lips told me her answer wasn't simple. "It's a strict prenup. Divorcing Mr. King won't help. If he wants certain freedoms and a contract, he may end the marriage." "Prenuptial agreements cannot enforce sexual provisions because one spouse's refusal would make the sexual interaction rape, and the law cannot condone nor enforce rape. This clause is invalid if King sues you." "Would that nullify the contract? "Nope. Severability clause. Mr. King can end your marriage for any reason if you sign this contract, and you'll only have your assets. Both sides need loyalty. You'll get a personal, job, and project allowance, You'd get little if King dies. He may have included a clause saying if you have sex with another man,you have to pay him a billion times what he offers to you , and nothing you can get even if he dies." "Bugfuck," I said. "Miss Green, may I be honest?" She signed it. "This contract isn't perverted" "Oh?" "Yes. I've never seen an animal or human sex clause" She crumpled papers. " He gives everything you can from him. This marriage could launch your career or make you wealthy. He's the perfect husband. You'd be better off divorced." "Why not if I rubbed my forehead to think. The logic was bad. I hated nonsense. I wanted her to tell me the contract was invalid. I could have divorced King, saved my mother with his money. Despite her encouragement, I hesitated. "No contract charge?" "I could probably edit it for free.  List me as your prenup consultant if asked. "No problem," she said. "Adapt if you marry Luke King." She sat up and opened contract page 2. "Divide property" By the time I got home and showered, I was ready to take on Luke King. I wouldn't accept this. I called Empire Capital to talk to Luke King. When I discovered I was a VIP in the Empire, I volunteered my name. "Oh!" I felt terrible for the receptionist who sounded like she was having a heart attack. "Mr. King is out of the office, I'll give you his mobile so you can call him." King had given specific instructions to give me his number if I called. Unnerved, I wrote down his number and hung up. Second call was less exciting than first. I phoned Luke, put the phone on speaker, and hid it so I wouldn't hang up, take a taxi to the airport, and purchase a one-way ticket to Lyon. After two rings, his deep voice said, "Luke King." I was speechless. All the things I wanted to say became jumbled, and I couldn't decide where to start. He said, "Miss Green." I said, "Why are people so nice?" He added, "I told them we may marry." I burst into tears. "What?" I hadn't told my closest pals, and he'd sent a company-wide letter. I twitched my head towel nervously. Hearing his voice, even through my mobile phone speakers, brought back memories of yesterday, when he trapped me in his office and shoved me against the wall. "Have you considered my offer?"The hand fiddling with the towel on my head moved to the sensitive spot between my thighs. I didn't pull away. His deep voice made me slippery. "I saw a lawyer," I said. He responded, "Good." "Happy. Signing legal papers requires legal guidance. Yeah. "She said to marry if the sex was fantastic. "While I chatted on the phone, my middle finger circled my clit. "Uh-huh. I have edited some clauses." The stillness was longer than I anticipated this time. I heard him sigh and rustle. "Let's meet." "Okay. Where?" "Lunchtime is near." "Let's have lunch." My hand froze and my anxieties soared. "Alright. Where?" This time, his sneer made me even more uneasy. "I'll send a vehicle" He hung up before I could finish. I regarded my phone. I quickly phoned his telephone but got voice mail. The contract on my coffee table caught my attention. He was submissive, wasn't he? "Ass!" I remarked aloud, but it was impossible to discern whether I was calling King an ass or remarking on the circumstance. I leapt up, shedding towel and bathrobe. He knew my address. The fact that a fancy-ass black vehicle came up to my low-rent apartment reminded me that he knew where I lived. The thought that he could locate me anytime he wanted gave me the goosebumps. I inhaled and raised my chin. Luke King's driver took a tiny double-take when he spotted me. I don't like to dress up, therefore I had some terrible clothes in college. Blake skirt contrasted with orange top, which showed too much cleavage. I didn't have time to straighten my hair, but I felt alright. Driver Cole said, "Ma'am.I'm here to help." I said "thanks" and entered. The car's inside was nicer than its beautiful outside. Buttery leather seats stroked my thighs through my fishnets. "Where are we going?" I questioned the driver. " Mr. King instructed to keep our lunch plans secret. " He looked ashamed in the mirror. "I should drive around first," he added. He seemed disturbed. I replied, "Don't worry." I observed the city to relax, but I was more tired than I expected. Yesterday's rash driving put me to sleep. The door waking me awake. When he said, "Here we are, ma'am," the driver's eyes were sad. I was ecstatic. He helped me out of the car, and I pretended to repair my clothes and tried to figure out where I was. I was surprised I wasn't at a fancy sushi bar or French café. I entered. Inside, Luke King waited. He halted me despite my half-readiness. Dammit. I'd forgotten how handsome he was. His broad lips quivered in a faint smile when he saw me, and I felt like his emerald eyes were staring through me. I tried to flip my hair arrogantly, but my high heels made me wobble. Luke King grabbed my ass before I collapsed and pulled me close. His sleek, powerful physique pulsed with energy as he looked at me. He warned, "Be careful." He released me softly.