The Alpha's Contracted Lover

CHAPTER 13:: Right Decision

Emily's POV

Despite my worries, I didn't forget to tell him that I was thankful. "I...I understand." I managed to say with a slightly trembling voice. "Thank you, for everything."

He replied gently. "You don't have to thank me. This is just as important for me as it is for you. Don't worry we are in this together and I'll make sure you get what you deserve. There's no thank me, really. I should be the one thanking you."

There was a playful tone in his voice. "Thank me? For what?" I was confused.

"For being you." His reply was so terse that I began asking myself questions again. The fact that his real intentions were still unclear. That was a very troubling situation which I had to take care of. His words were comforting, no doubt, but they didn't completely ease my anxiety. The thought of leaving my home, my father most importantly and moving into a new place where I was going to always follow him around. There was no choice but this was a good opportunity. I thought the meeting was about to come to an end when he stood up and extended his hand for a shake.

"Let's make this work, Emily." I shook his hand, feeling determined and scared.

"Y-yes, of course." I replied smiling through gritted teeth. "Is our meeting over?" I asked. He shook his head before turning to the small beautiful shelf behind him. It was decorated with enchanting patterns that caught the eyes of anyone who saw it immediately.

I couldn't deny it also, but that wasn't the problem at hand. I watched as he took out another paperwork from it and walked back to the table where he placed it. I knew this was the time, the time to make my questions clear to know what the arrangement really meant.

"Wait," I said. My voice was still shaking but it sounded a bit firm this time. "I need to know why you want me at all times. What is this really about?" I felt relieved after I'd asked the question. I was glad that I didn't sit around, holding in the troubling thought within me. Berton paused and looked at me. The look on his face was calm and understanding. "Emily," he said softly, "I understand your concerns but I assure you that once the contract is signed, I will explain everything. Trust me, it's for your own good." His words didn't completely alleviate my worries, but I needed his help. I had already told myself that I was never going to allow this help slightly away from me no matter what. I was going to clinch it and hold on to it without letting go, like a gnat. He pulled out his phone and made a quick call. "Bring in the second paperwork I handed you yesterday, and do so immediately." He was instructing the person on the other end.

A few minutes later, a knock sounded on the door before it opened. A woman walked in, holding a stack of papers. She handed them to him and left without a word. He placed the contract in front of me and handed me a pen.

"Read it carefully," he advised. "And if you're comfortable with what you see and you're ready to agree to it then sign it. No pressure. I'll be here, watching you do it. And I won't pressure you into getting it done because I want to make sure you're doing this in good faith and not because of my influence. That's why I asked if you really wanted to do this after you called to tell me that you've had a change of mind." I nodded and smiled nervously. "Yeah... but you're talking about this now like I'm about to make a mistake I'm going to hate myself for." He laughed. "Of course you're not. But read it yourself and let me know what you think." I took a deep breath and began to read the contract.

The terms were straightforward but still felt unusual. Once again, it stated that I would be by his side at all times. There was also a confidentiality clause which ensured that anything I witnessed or heard while being with him would remain strictly private. That was the straightforward part of it, but I knew that they were hiding something from me deep down. There was no exact reason stated why I was going to be by his side. I tried to think about it, from the day I'd met him at the bar and at the restroom.

I wondered what must have caused him to walk up to me on those two occasions, but I didn't get an answer. I didn't think there was any reasonable explanation for that so I just guessed that maybe he was attracted to me. But that still wasn't it and I knew it. He'd never flirted or told me that he was attracted to me and wanted a relationship.

I couldn't help but guess but I couldn't catch a brainwave in the end. None of it seemed to fit in for a good answer. I just had to wait after signing it so he could open up to me about it. My hands traveled slightly as I held the pen over the areas where I was supposed to put in my signature.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" I asked, looking up at him, not caring if the question felt weird or not. He nodded.

"Yes, Emily. It's important for both of us. You'll understand what I mean soon enough." He said. With a bit of hesitation and resolve, and listless resignation, I signed the contract, filling every gap where I was supposed to put my signature in.

After I was done with it, he handed me another piece of paperwork which I had to sign as well. This time I didn't care to go through it. I just wanted to be done with the whole thing. The moment the pen left the paper, he looked at me with a softened face and then smiled reassuringly at me.

"Thank you, Emily. I promise you, you've made the right decision." He said, taking the contract from me. "Now let me explain everything."