The Contract for his Pleasure

Chapter 4- I accidentally signed the Contract

I arrived home and cursed that bastard.

'I mean how dare he? Who the hell do he think he is?' as i angrily threw my bags down.

Personal secretary my foot. Screwing me on his desk. I did him a favor by leaving my juices and c*m on his financial papers. He owes me a new thing.

I angrily kicked off my heels and marched to the bathroom. I filled up the tub and decided to take a long soak. The things he did and the touches he gave sent me over the top. I sat in the tub and remembered what to place this afternoon. I hate that Bastard for using me like that.

I even hated my hormones for responding to him like that. The worse thing is that I liked him. I wanted him. I've been without a man for too long. Yes, that must be the only explanation. I mean it couldn't be that there is something between us. It can't be. He must have been the most ignorant, arrogant, I'll mannered, there is probably not enough words in English to describe him.

I wrapped my self in a towel and went to my bedroom. I put on some clothes which included some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I ran to the kitchen as my belly rumbled loudly.

I searched the cabinets but I only found noddles. As I left my noodles to boiling I strolled into the living room and scanned through the bills.

Electricity bill

Water bill

Telephone bill

Internet bill

Rent

Maintenance and repair

All I want to do is to run away from all these bills instead of getting myself into such a mess. But no. My stupid body just had to react to him. Had to want him. When he kissed me my skin was filled with goosebumps and I had never been such a force of attraction towards anyone. Force of attraction? Way to walk into my life at a time like this chemistry.

Suddenly my cell phone rang.

"Hello."

"There is a car coming for you now. Prepare yourself."

"Good night to you too. "

"Why exchange pleasantries when we are more than acquainted. " his touches can floating back to my mind. Touches that made me feel so radioactive, so reactive What is wrong with me and chemistry today.

"What do you want from me? I already told you my answer was no."

"I need pleasure." He answered.

"I'm not your personal w***e. "

"Of course you are."

"I didn't sign the contract."

"Of course you did. Your juices are all over it. Do you want proof?"

With that, I remembered how when we were in his office there was just a space filled with positively charged ions between us. Oh, come on chemistry.

"Yes actually. "

"Fine. But it will be painful for you since they will have to extract more samples. "

"I'm not coming with you." I protested.

"Should I come personally?" He asked.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't. "

"You don't get to tell me what to do. " I replied. "Now I'm going to eat my noodles, watch tv and fall asleep. "

"Don't test me." And his tone was not to be challenged.

He hangs up and a car pulled up in front of my home. I turned off the stove. And grabbed my keys as I braced myself to become this man's s*x toy for the night.