I Signed a Contract to Marry a Suicidal Billionaire

Chapter 1

Lights are flickering as the others were making out in the stage of the famous bar in Katakago Province. The music was loud and disturbing, but thanks to the sound-proof room, they were all safe from even the police who might suddenly barge in. Men and women of different domiciles are dancing everywhere, and four or five couples or strangers are even having s*x in the tables around the corner.

Moans are covered with the heavy sound whose beat resounded like their hearts.

“Hey,” a voice from the ears of the woman in red clamored as she felt his warm but alcohol-reeked breath. The woman turned and smiled at him, discovering a handsome man in his mid-20s, illuminated by the lights.

“Hey boy,” she said in the most seductive voice she could ever mutter as she touched his chest. “What’s your name?” she leaned in and asked.

“My name is Paul, the man of your dreams.” He said in a smug manner, confidently arrogant in his stylish clothes which he bought yesterday from a thrift store.

“Hi Paul. My name is Lexie. The personification of your nightmare.” She replied, dancing slowly at him as the music slowed to an erotic sound. Before she even touched him, his boner was already apparent. They were already surrounded by naked men and women, and Paul started making out with Lexie. He touched her wide hips with his big, anticipating hands and their lips fondled against each other as they danced. Hands going higher as they kissed, Paul moaned the moment Lexie opened his zipper and touched his manhood.

“You are as big as I thought you would be,” Lexie said, slowly touching it while eyeing his satisfied expression as the flickering lights highlighted his joy.

“All of me is at your service.” Paul wanted to return the favor as he kissed her passionately, cupping her big, voluptuous breasts, with only the fabric of her cloth separating their skins against each other. Paul started to roll her red dress’ left strap down, and then the other, when Lexie stopped touching him as she smirked.

“Not here.” She kissed him. “Do you want to come to a VIP room with me?” She asked as Paul and her smiled at each other in unison while the couple having s*x beside them are moaning loudly.

“Sure thing. Anything for you Mi Lady”. Paul said and touched her cheeks. Lexie held his hand as Paul touched her buttocks. They presented their pass to the guards of the VIP rooms while they were handed a key with the room number in it, and they entered the soundproof curtain dividing the bar and the rooms. Upon seeing that the curtains were closed, Paul started driving Lexie into a corner, unable to stop himself upon seeing the feast in front of him. Lexie’s perfume lingered in his senses as he started stripping her off her lovely façade.

“We are not even in the room yet, Paul” she giggled as she took off her sexy lingerie to put it on Paul’s mouth. “You have to wait until we get there.”

Paul gladly accepted the gift and they hurriedly rushed to Room 67 which had a red door on it. They were welcomed with a king-sized bed, ornamented with s*x toys and condoms lined together, taking up a heart shape. Paul hurriedly threw Lexie in the red bed who watched intently as he stripped himself off his garments. Lexie was stunned as she saw the fairest man in the world, the literal definition of his dream boy—the muscular, naughty, and young Paul. He slowly approached her and touched her thighs, making her let out an almost inaudible moan. Her red fitted dress was pushed upwards by Paul as he smelled her, almost intoxicating him to have a discharge so fast. He fully unclothed Lexie, and his anticipation heightened and reached the peak when he started inserting his fingers inside of her as he kissed her lips. He took advantage of her bare breast that seemed to want to be touched as he shoved himself inside her, making her reach an orgasm with his hard thrusts. Lexie ran her fingers through his hair, and she felt Paul’s body heat rummage into her, as if it was the only source of heat she could have at that moment.

She came again and again, but Paul couldn’t stop thrusting into her, despite having an orgasm a lot of times already. Lexie seemed to have lost her understanding in the world the last time she came, and she let herself be a slave of Paul’s desires. She enjoyed every second of it and she loved how he did her, wishing to prolong the feeling of having him inside her.

Their enjoyment has soon come to an end when Paul got tired, and his manhood stopped being erect. He laid down beside Lexie who just smiled at him as she rolled to face him.

“Well, that was amazing.” She commented as Paul eyed her still naked body which almost seemed like it was glowing under the dimly lit room.

“I agree,” Paul replied, smiling as he went on top of Lexie, kissing her again, his hands reaching her insides as she felt him get hard. Paul’s lips found her neck which almost smelled like heaven, and he kissed her neck passionately, as if he was licking a very good candy that will soon be over. As his left hand’s fingers thrusted inside her, his right hand massaged her breasts, making her moan a bit in his ear.

“May I know the days when you are here at the bar?” Paul asked her as he prepared to go inside her again.

“Why do you ask? Can’t get enough of me?” Lexie teased, making him laugh as he kissed her breasts, unable to resist the temptation that they hold.

“Maybe…” Paul said, and immediately gone back to licking her all over again.

Lexie thought for a second. “I will not tell you,” she smirked as Paul thrusted harder in protest. “If we meet, then we meet. It’s a matter of destiny.”

“Why would you not shape that destiny by telling it to me then?” Paul asked after moaning as he was reaching an orgasm.

“Because… I don’t think I will see you ever again.” Lexie laughed and licked his left, sweaty cheek.

“Why is that so?” Paul asked, but before Lexie could even answer, he was shocked because she started to fake cry. However, Paul couldn’t stop thrusting in her because he was reaching climax, when…

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“What the hell are you doing to my wife you bastard?!” The man who owns the bar entered their room and pulled the still orgasming Paul away from Lexie, who was crying her eyes out. The owner of the bar immediately comforted his wife and hugged her, while Paul was trying to get his pants on. “You… you raped my wife!” the owner yelled and approached Paul, intimidating him with his 6ft height.

“I-I didn’t! It was consensual! Hey, Lexie, why are you not saying anything?!” Paul cried as his pants fell from his legs as he was not able to button it before, exposing his manhood. Lexie continued to fake cry, and smiled secretly at him, winking.

“You raped her with the kind of d**k that you have? You are a disgusting pile of poop!” He said and threw Paul out of the room, destroying the door as he tried to get up, still naked and exposed. The owner took him by his hand and lifted him to the guard, whom he ordered to punish him.

Paul tried to look tough, but him being naked made it hard for him to do so. The two guards in black separated from each other, one holding Paul in his armpits, and the other facing him, getting ready to strike.

“Can’t we just talk this through?” Paul asked as he was lifted by the other one. The guard facing him landed a punch on his face before laughing uglily.

“Men should talk by fist.” He said in a serious manner as he punched Paul in his stomach, laughing for the heavy blow, seemingly proud of himself. It seemed like the other one wanted a chance to punch as well that he spoke to the other in a foreign language. They immediately switched places, and another punch landed on his left cheek.

The guard holding him in his armpits lifted him towards the stage and threw him there, fully exposed. The people continued dancing, and he was stepped upon by a man. Worst of all, the semen of the man dripped into his face, and before he could wipe it up, he was back to the air as the owner came back at him with Lexie still crying from behind him.

“I…I didn’t rape your wife!” Paul said, as blood from his once lovely lips dripped into the hands of the owner. “Come on, Lexie! Tell him the truth, will you?!”

Lexie smiled at him before fake crying again, which moved the owner to pity her. “Are you saying that my beloved wife cheated on me?!”

“Yes!” Paul said, trying his hard to land on his feet.

“How dare you accuse my wife!” The owner said and signed the guards to beat him up.

Paul, still naked, was kicked, punched, and electrocuted as the people around them ran away, trying their hardest to not be involved. Paul saw Lexie and the owner leave through his peripheral vision, realizing that what he thought was heaven, was hell. He had to endure all the beating up of the men of the owner, hoping that someone will help him. Sooner or later, the owner got back, ordering them to stop.

“My beloved Lexie asked me to not beat him up anymore.” He yelled, stopping the people battering him. He approached Paul, who is full of bruises and blood. He picked him up like he was a tiny kitten desperate for help, smiling evilly at him.

“You are lucky that my Lexie is a hardcore kind soul. If she didn’t convince me to let you go, I would have killed you.” He said as he pulled him through his arms. The police are already there, and to Paul’s surprise, the owner and the police are very close to each other. “This guy caused a riot in my bar.” He stated, as Paul tried muttering facts in his faint breathing.

One of the policemen lifted Paul’s head through his hair. “That’s a no-no, young lad. You can’t do that to our friend right here.” He turned to the owner. “Rest assured that he will be punished accordingly my friend”, he said and had a friendly fist with the owner. “See you on Saturday night.”

“Don’t press charges but put him on bail to torture him. He looks broke anyway.” The owner said as he took one last glance at Paul.

The policemen hurriedly lifted him in his arms and gave him some spare clothes. Face almost unrecognizable, he felt hot liquid stemming from his lips to his clothes. Paul was suddenly filled with rage to retaliate against them. The only problem is that he need money to do so, which he didn’t have now.

Sooner or later, he was woken up by the policemen as they lifted him through his armpits. they put him behind bars until he would be able to pay them. ball humbly ask them if he could make a call, to which the police happily of obliged.

It didn't take a while for the phone to be picked up by the person he called.

“Hello, my love.” he said with his frail and pained voice. “…Matahari…”

“I thought I already told you not to call me again. Have you forgotten that we already broke up?” the voice of the person from the other line said.

“Don't be like that my baby. You know that you can never do this to me. You know what I can do to you and your mother, right?” The line from the other side silenced, making Paul smirk as he knew that his manipulation is working again. “Should I just kill the both of you? If you won’t pay for my bail, I will make sure to escape prison and to haunt you so I could kill you, you bitch.”

“Please…don’t do this to me…” Matahari begged. “I don’t have any money left! You gambled all of my savings away!”

“Shut the hell up!” Paul screamed, attracting the policemen’s attention. “Fifteen thousand. Don’t make me wait or else.” He said and dropped the call, making the distressed Matahari cry.

She immediately hurried to her purse and checked if there was a hint of money in there, but she wasn’t surprised to see nothing. Time was ticking for her because she was scared for her dear life. Paul always hurts her, and she doesn’t dare to disobey him since she doesn’t want him to hurt her mother. Still in her wrecked pajamas, she checked if her mother is sleeping and went away to her best friend ten doors away, Sunset.

“Why do you look like a mess?” Sunset asked the moment she saw Matahari covered in sweat. “Poor you. Have you even eaten dinner?”

“T... that’s not important at all,” Matahari answered, still panting as she went down her knees. “Please lend me more money. Paul is in the police station, and he needs money for his bail.”

“He messed up again.” Sunset said and sighed as she reached for her checks. She pulled Matahari back up. “Why can’t you just report him to the police?”

“I already did that once,” Matahari said, unaware of the tears stemming from her eyes. “When he came back, what did I gain? More bruises. I don’t want that anymore.”

Sunset looked at her friend with pity. “That’s just so sad. How much do you need?”

“Fifteen Thousand.”

“I see. How about you move here in my house? I’m leaving to move to a better one either way,” Sunset said as she lit a cigarette.

“There’s no way I can do that. I don’t want to involve you in this mess.” Matahari said as she watched Sunset write on the check.

“If you need a job, I can get you in my company,” Sunset smiled at her as she caressed her hand.

“I appreciate that. I will think about it,” Matahari said and hugged her best friend.

“Hey, take care, okay?” Sunset said as Matahari looked at her with tears-stricken eyes before she left her home.

“It took you so long!” Paul screamed as he saw the figure of Matahari emerging from the police front-desk. She looked at him almost dead in the eye and the policemen who arrested Paul were stricken by her beauty despite the haggard get-up she had. Her hair was not well- styled, and she wasn’t even wearing slippers as she went in the prison. They pitied her and looked at Paul who shouted at her.

“I’m here to pay the bail for Paul, the guy over there.” Matahari said as she handed them the crumpled check she desperately hung on to as she ran to the prison. “Fifteen Thousand, isn’t it?”

The policemen whispered at each other as if their conscience were triggered by the sight of her. However, they knew they needed to take the money because the owner of the bar might be angry at them if they won’t. They hesitantly took the check and released Paul from his cell.

“You are one lucky guy. You had s*x with Lexie, our goddess, and have a girlfriend that’s so kind to you. Talk about a lucky dick.” One policeman said.

“I heard his d**k is small.” The other one said.

Matahari just left without looking at Paul as she listened to the laughs of the police officers. She didn’t even realize that she wasn’t wearing any shoes.

“Ha. What a devastatingly amazing life.” She whispered as her tears rolled down her cheeks.