“A contract…?”
“Yes, one that will stop you from running away during the duration of our agreement.” He gestured to the cocktail table in front of the sofa. “There’s the contract, and the pen…sign.”
Larisa placed the tray on the empty end of the table, and took the contract and the pen in her lap instead. Her hands were shaking, she was kind of scared...that's been happening a lot lately.
But she was sared to be bound by a contract and more scared that this contract would bound her to him.
She knew that he saved her life, she knew he paid off her uncle’s debt…but did she have to sacrifice two months of her life to pay him back?
Water filled her eyes as she looked down at the paper. “I wasn’t going to run away, after all, I have nowhere to go…but signing a contract makes the reality of
