Love Contract

Chapter 5: Deal

Amethyst

I opened my eyes slowly, my head heavy and my throat dry. I searched for my phone to check the time. But wait, I felt a soft bed and blankets, not mine. Rolling over, expecting a wall, I was surprised to fall. As I opened my eyes, I realized this wasn't my bed. I tried to get up hurriedly, but my head felt too heavy, hindering my movement.

"Are you alright?" That voice. I recognized it, still sexy. His hand on my arm helped me up. "Here, have some soup," he said again, his face blurred in my still hazy vision.

"Miss Montes," he repeated. Urgh, sweet to hear.

"I'm fine. It's just... my body feels so heavy," I replied, feeling every inch of its weight. I could now clearly see his charming face.

"Why am I here, Mr. Harles?" I asked groaning.

"You should eat the soup first, then we'll tell you why you're here," he replied, placing the bowl on the bedside table.

I didn't panic, as I didn't feel any discomfort between my thighs. It didn't hurt, so I knew I was still a virgin. Yeah, I knew because I'm not that innocent. Slowly sipping the soup until it was finished, I got up and went outside. They stopped talking as they saw me. Three of them again. Wait, did they all live in one apartment?

"Good morning, our princess," Nate said, smirking, the bearded guy.

"Why am I here?" I asked, walking towards them. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I realized I wasn't wearing my clothes; it was either Flynn's or one of the others'. It was a long-sleeved white polo shirt, and as far as I remembered, it was Flynn's.

I looked at him, his face angry. Why did he look so hot when angry?

"Have a seat. We'll tell you everything," Mr. Harles said, pointing to the armchair in front of them.

They all seemed agood guy, except for the guy with a grumpy face next to me. Mr. Harles and Nate looked at Flynn, signaling for him to start, but he was busy glaring at me. I just looked down. What had I done wrong to him? Was he mad at me? Why was I even asking? It wasn't a big deal anyway, so what if he was mad?

I heard Mr. Harles cough to get my attention. "Ms. Montes, was it your first time drinking beer?" he began.

I nodded in response. "Damn girl, you already looked wasted after just one shot of beer," Nate said between laughs.

"No doubt. You were so drunk that even when we asked where you lived, you just laughed," Mr. Harles explained.

"You missed the part where she appreciated your face and kissed you" Flynn said glaring at me.

But wait, who did I kiss? Mr. Harles? I looked at him, but he wasn't looking at me. Nate was still smirking. Did I kiss Mr. Harles? I... s**t.

"I... I am so... sorry, Mr. Harles," I stuttered, feeling my face grow hotter. I covered it with my hands.

"You should tell that to me, not to him." Flynn said again, his anger fading away.

"Urgh, fine. Not because I kissed Mr. Harles—damn, I didn't even remember it! That was my first kiss!—but because I disturbed them. "I'm sorry," I almost whispered, feeling so shy! I'm trying to remember his lips against mine. Please brain, remember it!

"Fine! Apology accepted. You're drunk, so it's okay," he said, with a hint of annoyance.

"'W..who changed my clothes?' I shyly asked, without looking at them. I swear, if they did, I'm gonna faint. I have no face to face them!

"Delfa did. The caretaker of this apartment," Mr. Harles plainly answered.

I sighed in relief. I will never do that again. I missed the most special moment in my life. I hope it will happen again. I pouted having those thoughts.

"'So princess, tell us. What course do you want?' Nate asked me.

"'I want an architectural course, sir..." I answered, waiting for him to respond.

"Nathaniel Forbes," he stood up and leaned towards me, extending his hand. "Call me Nate," he introduced.

"Amethyst Montes," I accepted his hand and shook it. "Just Amy." He smiled at me and it felt contagious, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Enough," Flynn said, annoyed. "I want to talk to her for a minute," he demanded, signaling to his friends. They got up and went to the kitchen, but before they left, Mr. Harles and my eyes met.

"I bet you were stressed last night, that's why you drank the beer," he started, moving near me. "Please, be my girlfriend," he said, pleading.

I could see in his eyes that he was desperate, just like me, desperate for that scholarship. Well, I guess there's no problem if I agree, right? I mean, we're like strangers with benefits. Not that kind of benefits, but you know, we need each other for something. BUT we were just using each other, so No.

"'You said before I got drunk, it's a confidential job, right? So it means, it has a contract? Until when do I pretend?" I asked him.

No problem with that, I came prepared," he handed me a one-page contract only. "I will be sponsoring your college fees until you graduate. Plus, a monthly allowance. All you have to do is just be a girlfriend to me," he explained, leaning on the couch.

This is such a good deal, I mean, I will just be pretending then boom, free college fees and allowance. "How? I mean, I have no experience being a girlfriend, plus I don't even love you," I explained to him.

He furrowed his eyes and then smirked, "Just easy. Be sweet to me, update me every time you're busy, visit me in the office, give me a hug, kiss and..." he leaned to me, and there was just inches space in our faces, and whispered "have s*x with me."

I blushed when he said that. I have no experience with that also. "I.. uhm.. Is that necessary?" I asked him shyly, feeling my burning cheeks.

"Why? Would it be your first time?" he asked with a flirting voice. I just looked at him right into his deep blue eyes. "I can help you with that," he said, looking at me in my eyes and smiled.

This face is more handsome when closer. His nose touching mine makes me feel a sudden jolt that gives me chills. I looked at his lips and I feel a sudden urge to kiss it. Urgh. What the hell is happening to me again? This guy is really getting my trust. Should I trust him? Well, maybe I could try, right? Wait, I am just doing this for the scholarship, right? Amethyst, stop thinking too much. But for the scholarship. "Deal," I plainly said.