One Night Stand With A Jerk

Sign This And You Will Be My Woman

POV: Zoey

It was early morning when I woke up because of the soft, rhythmic sound of my phone ringing and cutting through the warm fog of sleep. Warm sunlight came in through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. I felt the solid weight of Ethan's arms wrapped around me. I blinked a few times, disoriented for a few seconds, surprised at how firmly he held me to his chest. His grip was soft and reassuring yet commanding, as though he were silently claiming me as his.

Memories of last night surged through me, intoxicating and vivid, sending warmth racing to my cheeks. Our passionate night together felt like a dream, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought, blushing like a school girl. I glanced over at Ethan, who was still sound asleep, his dark hair tousled and a hint of vulnerability softening his otherwise powerful demeanor.

I quickly reached for my phone, wanting to silence it before it disrupted the peaceful moment. As I crouched forward, I struggled to pry myself from his firm grip, tiptoeing carefully to not wake him. My heart raced, not just from the proximity between us but from the messages piling up on my phone. It was Donald and Jane. They had been calling me relentlessly for what seemed like forever, their desperation showing.

I clicked through and saw their frantic messages, their worry eating at me from the inside out. They had no idea where to find my brother or me, and their frantic energy felt invasive and desperate. They had abused my brother before I managed to get him to safety. They wouldn’t want me to know that they had hurt Jason. That is why they want to find him before I do.

I wonder what Jane would say to me when she finds out that Jason is with me. Would she try to defend herself or admit that she is the devil in our lives. Thought of them swirled in my head. Do they know that I’d seen their darkest sides, Had their thugs realized their mistake?

Would they come for me now or keep pretending to care?

A dark, wry smile played on my lips as I envisioned their shock when they finally realized that I’d escaped their clutches. I stood there in the kitchen, coffee still hot in my hand, brewing a chaotic mix of anger and betrayal within me. I didn’t feel his presence or hear his footsteps to startle me,

“Who’s been calling all night?” he asked me, his voice breaking through my racing thoughts. I spun around to see him leaning against the kitchen door, clothed only in his boxers, manfully toned and looking ridiculously attractive. His curious gaze flicked down to my phone, an intrigued smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Hey, you are awake!” I exclaimed, my cheeks flushing. I felt so hot as I stared at his face. My eyes roamed freely, ogling his bare body before settling on his boxers. His d**k was hard and pushing against his boxers. I had no idea I was staring lustfully at his crotch until he teased me with it,

“Hey perv, Eyes up here!” He teased me, chuckling at my naughty desires, the sound deep and rich as he smirked mischievously.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you weren’t staring at me too.” I teased back, Smiling and blushing like a silly school girl.

“The calls are from my husband Donald and my cousin Jane. They’re probably freaking out, wondering if I’m dead or something!" I said, glaring at the wall behind him as irritation bubbled within me. I tried masking the pain in my voice, but I couldn’t hide my anger no matter how hard I tried.

“Husband, huh?” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow as if he knew something that I didn’t know.

“Is that what we're calling him now?” he asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee, acting as though he knows everything about me. He didn’t ask too much questions, he just smirked often and looked at me pitifully. His tone shifted as concern creased his brow, his eyes fixed on mine.

Who's been calling all night?" he asked in concern . He was looking all fresh and handsome as he gazed at me curiously, waiting for an answer. I would have answered him if I wasn't so distracted by the hardness that is evidence in his boxers.

“Its Donald!

I guess he needs me to make sure I’m dead so he can make an announcement at the company.” I responded furiously, hating that bastard even more.

“I was informed there was a bit of noise from your room last night. Is it something you need me to look into?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on me.

“Not yet, I don't want to bring you into the picture yet. They have no idea that I'm with you, that should be used to an advantage. I want to get my inheritance from Donald before dealing with him. We got married and I signed over my inheritance to him because I thought he loved me. Now I know he is simply after my money, and I want it back.” I told him truthfully. he gazed at me as if I were a damn fool.

“I need to secure my inheritance from Donald before any confrontation.” I responded dismissively, the pain in my heart showing in my voice. His expression hardened as he listened to me, his eyes piercing through me as if he was staring into my soul.

“You signed over your inheritance to this man after you married him?

Are you serious about this marriage thing?” He asked me, sounding offended by my stupid decision. My anger was ignited by the way he’s looking at me like a damn fool. Who would ever believe that I would make such a stupid decision on the night of my wedding. That’s just so stupid, I’m a damn fool!

“Donald and I were in love, that’s what I thought. I was willing to bow to his will and submit to him. I gave him everything I had because he is my husband.” I told him firmly, feeling furious as he made me look stupid for giving everything to a man I thought loved me.

“How about me, Zee?

Do you love me as much as you love him, are you willing to submit to me and give me every you have left to give?” he asked me, sounding so seductive that I had to remind myself that he is just messing with me and not trying to turn me on. God, it's so hard to think straight when he talks dirty and when I'm staring at the bulge in his boxer. He smiled crookedly as he walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. he pulled something out of a box and handed it to me, smiling so beautifully.

“Here, Zee, sign this. I will get back everything that was stolen from you if you agree to be my lover and give me an heir." he let out firmly, handing me a file with some documents inside that I presume is a contract. I read the heading of the contract and it said agreement to surrogacy and s*x partner. it sounded absurd and I had to glare at him furiously, winding why he would want to make me sign this.

"I'm not some s*x toy or a baby making machine, Sebastian!

why would you suggest such a ridiculous contract with me, I thought you said I was special and you wanted something different with me." I told him furiously.

"Yes, you are!

you are my s*x toy, my woman, my everything. I will own you and everyone about you belongs to me." he told me sternly, sounding so fierce and resolute.

"No, I do not belong to you, I refuse to sign any contract that gives you control of my life. I won't do it!" I told him firmly, standing up to him.

"Unfortunately, Zee, this is the only way I will feel comfortable with you. I do not trust anyone, and I have never let any girl into my life before. I need to know that you will do as I say and commit to this relationship. If you want me to trust you and commit to you, you have to sign this." he told me firmly, sitting on his couch as staring at me coldly.

"I don't believe this, how could you treat me this way?

why does everyone want something from me in return for love?" I asked in frustration as I walked out on him, walking out of the suite to the private room that my autistic brother is staying. he is the one person that loves me unconditionally, the one person that doesn't want something from me in return.