Tyler sat on the couch across from his bed and stared at it hard as he swallowed another mouthful of the expensive, rich brandy. There was something wrong with him, he thought. Earlier, when he explained to Mary about the contract, the latter did not agree yet, asking him to give her some time to think. Yes, it was hard to imagine that he would end up asking a woman to bear him a child. Under different circumstances, the ladies would be queuing to give him an heir. After all, it would be a ticket to a wealthy life, but of course, being Mary, she didn't just ask for a decent time to think about his proposal; she had her own requests and changes.
How was it so hard to make her just say yes? Well, they just have to sleep and f*ck, and voila! It was not that hard, yes? But damn if he was not
