ELEANOR. The Contract.
I settle into The sofa
"You can go through the documents" Banks say and walk into a room. Possibly kitchen.
I pick up the document and count.
Fourteen pages.
SUBMISSIVE and DOMINANT. I inhale.
I'm sitting at his dining table with a glass of water I haven’t touched and an energy that makes me look like I read fourteen-page legal documents regularly.
I do not.
I read romance novels and Reddit threads and the back of skincare packaging to deal with my dark spot. Fourteen pages of legal language with sub-clauses is a different ecosystem entirely.
And I'm wondering if this is normal. I'm sure he's busy enough to not stress himself with a legal binding document just to f**k me... Or any girl.
""Ewww"I swallow the bile that strides in. I pick up the document and s
