The Alpha's Contracted Lover

CHAPTER 7:The Contract

Emily's POV

"Wait," his voice made me halt in my step and I watched as he walked closer, his treading feet resounded in the room. I thought I was wrong when I heard what he said. He wanted to have a word with me. Was that truly what he said? I parted my lips to speak, but no words came forth.

"I won't take much of your time," he said, which made me certain that I hadn't been wrong. However, that confirmation made me confused.

Why was he asking for an audience? Could it be about what happened that night? Perhaps he wanted payment for his help, that could only explain why he had entered the restroom earlier and even bothered to wait until I was done dressing.

Still conflicted, I followed him to his office and he closed the door from behind. The large spacious room was the epitome of luxury and grandeur, with its intricately designed arches. I darted my eyes around as I walked to the couch while scanning the elegant marble floors and sparkling chandeliers that adorned the space. There was a large table close to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was already seated on the couch, and he gestured for him to sit in front of him. "I know you were angered by my actions earlier. I apologize for barging into the restroom and invading your privacy. It was never my intention, I must've lost my sanity because of your scent. I hope you accept my apology," he apologized immediately.

Looking closely at him, I tried to fathom the look on his face. He looked apologetic and his words sounded genuine. Remembering how he had interfered that day at the bar and defended me, I couldn't rebuff him. I found myself believing his words, and I decided to let the matter slide.

But something else felt wrong. Why would my scent make him lose his sanity? This was the first time I was hearing something so unbelievable. What was so special about my scent that drove him insane to the extent he had to barge into the ladies?

I felt the need to fish for more information from him. "Why would my scent make you lose control? I don't believe my scent is unique or special either, so explain how something ordinary affected you," I inquired with a frown and shifted on the couch, with his eyes locked on mine.

"I get that you're confused, and I'd also love to clarify your confusion, but I'm afraid you'd have to sign a confidential agreement first before venturing into that," he replied sternly. Was he being serious? A confidential agreement? What was he thinking about? I couldn't believe he did something so ridiculous. So he brought me here just to tell me to sign a confidential agreement with him after claiming my scent had impacted him. I had an inkling feeling that this wouldn't end up well and would only lead to more trouble. I had been trying to avoid any issue that would lead to any chaotic incidents in my life. I need peace right now, especially after everything that happened.

If only this was because of my curiosity to know more, then I'd rather leave it the way it was. "So you're saying for you to reveal more details about it, I have to sign a contract? Do you know how that sounds?" I asked with uncertainty.

"I know you find it difficult to believe, and I understand, but the matter is confidential and if you like--" he began.

"No, don't bother. I don't want to know anything else. I've forgiven you and I believe that's all that matters right now. So I'll take my leave now," I stood up to leave the office, taking long strides towards the door.

I badly wanted to leave this office as it gave me a weird feeling. There was this odd feeling I got from him, and I felt scared to comprehend what that feeling was. I somehow hoped this would be our last time meeting each other. I lifted my hand to reach for the doorknob, but he suddenly blocked my way. I stepped back in shock while he stood, placing himself between me and the door. He half bit on his lower lips as he let out a sigh.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him furiously, but he raised his hand as if surrendering.

"I understand that you find this disturbing or even too much to comprehend, but I'm this way because I'm desperate. I wouldn't insist you sign the contract if it were something trivial," he started, but I shook my head in refusal.

"I don't know you, so why should I get into a contract with you?" I questioned, staring at him with a perplexed expression. Why was he insisting I sign the contract when I didn't even know what the contract was about?

Couldn't he at least reveal the reason for the contract? I tried to read his expression but could only see a look of desperation etched across his face. There was something incomprehensible in his eyes as he stared back at me.

"I know you won't believe me, but I need to be close to your scent," his response didn't clear the air. If anything, it made me more bothered.

He suddenly walked past me to the table and picked up a pen and a piece of paper. He wrote something on the paper hastily, and after he was done, he walked back to me.

"It's written in this contract that you have to be beside me at all time and in return, and I'll pay you handsomely for any inconvenience this might cause. The payment would come daily, and you can state the amount you want," he stated with a grave expression that left me speechless, and my eyes went wide in disbelief.

A daily wage? This felt surreal, and I had a hard time registering the words he said.

"All you have to do is sign." He stretched the contract to me with a pen, while I kept my gaze locked on the piece of paper.