The Contract of Desire

Chapter1

Bianca’s POV

If I wasn’t in love with Roman Schuster, he would be my worst enemy, but then I was and even worse he was my boss.

“Do you want to meet him now?” I asked her and she looked at me like I had just asked the dumbest question on earth, and I knew I had.

The issue was that I didn’t want to see him yet and it was for the safety of her own self esteem, if only she knew.

“No, I just want to dance around in the waiting room rather than go for the appointment I have with your boss,” she snapped, placing emphasis on the boss. I hoped it was not her attempt at a snide comment.

I stared at her with a hint of pity.

Fiona Reynolds was the American standard beauty, her long blonde hair was beautiful and rich, her blue eyes shone like a pure ocean. She had the energy of a societal w***e but was surprisingly the head VP of the leading fashion companies in New York.

She had been flirting with Roman for as long as she had been seeking a contract from Schuster and Co and as far as I was concerned, she had not gotten one of either.

“Well, the dance floor is open,” I muttered as we slipped into the elevator, she didn’t hear me. I mean how could she when she was blinded by her own vanity.

I hoped I wouldn't suffocate from the maddening scent of her perfume. My dark humor anticipated the aloof treatment that was going to meet her.

I hummed as the elevator went up, trying not to show my concern.

I knew Roman and I knew that an hour’s delay from me could make him go mad but I had chosen to go grocery shopping today by all means.

I had the option of not going but I had tried to pretend I was not bound to Roman by contract and mutual lust but unfortunately, I was aggressively reminded of my predicament.

Layla, the receptionist had called a minimum of twenty times, Roman told her not to admit anybody until I came to the office, so automatically, dear Miss Fiona had to wait for a certain Bianca to come in.

“Don’t you hear me?” Her husky voice broke me away from my thoughts and I turned to look at her.

“What?” I asked her and she scoffed, an irritated and condescending sound.

“Where is Roman’s office?” She asked me and I fought the urge to give her an even annoying reply.

I wasn’t supposed to be jealous of my ‘boss’ choice of clients but he had just been on top of me two days ago, and I had felt good having him there, so l had the gnawing sense of ownership.

Just then, we got to the fifth floor and I stopped the elevator, when she didn’t step out I walked around her and stood on the ground waiting for her to come out.

She gave me a dirty glare and walked past me.

I swallowed my retort and followed her.

She had been to the office before so I didn’t quite understand her question.

“Try not to fall over yourself,” I called out, feigning concern.

Fiona opened the door and I caught a glimpse of Roman, his back was to the door and it was apparent that he wasn’t working, he was probably waiting for me. Oops.

I followed her in and he spinned the chair around, and his gaze landed on my own, I swallowed nervously, allowing Fiona to become a background presence.

“Miss Rowlene, where have you been?” He asked me, his voice was cold and domineering, exactly how his personality was except in bed.

He never called me anything other than Miss Rowlene, even with our level of intimacy.

I stepped forward and tried to signal him to be a little more collected, I swallowed and cleared my throat before answering.

“You know Miss Reynolds,” I said and pointed at her. “Your meeting was scheduled for 11:30 AM but we’re a little behind time,”

He looked at me with warning signs blaring in his eyes and I bit my lips to hold back the sign that I knew would come out.

“She could go to hell for all I care,” he grounded and I heard Fiona gasp from somewhere in the room. “You decided to be late without a heads up, where have you been? A lover maybe?”

Roman was possessive and unnecessarily insecure, I always wondered how he never noticed how madly in love with him I was.

Every delay was always due to a lover, he had even accused me of being in love with Brian, my own twin brother.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Why don’t you just attend to your visitor, we would talk about this later,” I pleaded, trying not to step on the wrong nerves.

He looked at me with that same look that made me want to strip myself completely naked and beg him to do wonderful things to me. I swallowed again and on sensing my unbridled libido, he released me of the agony of his smothering gaze.

“Go and wait outside for me. You’ll be punished later,” he whispered and I broke our gaze, hurrying out of the room before I made a mess out of myself.

I held on to the iPad in my arms as I closed the door behind me, that was what one got for making deals with an attractive Devil.

This was all Brian’s fault.

I mean, one way or the other he had sort of caused it all.

Brian and I were twins, and most people liked to comment that if he didn’t have that distinctive jawline and mustache that made him significantly male, facially we wouldn’t be easily distinguished.

We grew together and with all indication he was my best friend, even now that he acted like he was at war with his thinking faculties, he still was.

There was nothing more traumatizing than growing up with parents that were present but never present, they were skunk drug users and certified deadbeats.

It was no surprise when I and Brian had packed up our things and waited patiently for the eve of our eighteenth birthday so we could leave our house in California.

We never looked back and for five years now we have been navigating life together.

I enrolled in a community college and worked part time while Brian insisted he preferred physical labor to books and libraries. He joined a mechanic workshop.

Brian had been having occasional slips off when I started working with Schuster and Co.

I had somehow caught the attention of the CEO, Roman Schuster, and it was then my date had been sealed.

I still wondered how I had managed to do that till this day, I was elevated to the post of assistant secretary to the CEO much to the chagrin of other ‘female’ workers.

It hadn’t only annoyed the female workers, Brian had also been uncomfortable with my new position and rather than be happy for me he had found everything wrong with my elevation.

‘He didn’t trust the man’, ‘I was overworking’

It had irritated my twin so much that he had planned a literal ambush - with the gangs he hung around with - on Roman and that was where my problems began.

Of course his plan had been unsuccessful and he had been discovered, so to save my brother's face, Roman laid down the ridiculous contract.

I had thought he was joking but when the reality set in, I allowed myself to make the right choice for my only family.

‘Be the s*x slave and Secretary to Roman Schuster,’

I had signed it and that evening, we had hot raging s*x on the office couch.

I would be a liar if I claimed I didn’t enjoy it that evening, and that was already eleven months ago, we had explored every s****l field, and every time it appeared to be a new experience.

All of this was just to say I know him too well, and a threat was a threat.

My legs shook as I sat outside and waited for Roman, I needed someone to blame and sure enough Brian was my best bet.

Sometimes I didn’t consider myself one human, I considered myself a twin, a half of him and I knew now that I needed to start thinking independently.

I needed to not allow myself to think of the implications that would come to Brian if I withdrew.

It was fun when there were no feelings attached but now that my thoughts always roamed back to him, I didn’t know how I felt.

His words replayed in my head, and my whole body system tightened.

‘You will be punished later.’

It was even sexier that I knew I was going to be.