contract
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I just couldn't sit still on his laps, my body was in heat and i just wanted more so i kept swinging my waist back and forth against his d**k " i did that for a few seconds before he held me by the waist to stop.
he then whispered " hang on baby girl We're Almost their .
his voice was so intoxicating' it left a tingling sensation in my ear.
i wasn't aware of my surrounding i was covered with his suite.
when the car stopped he just carried me out of the car, his abs felt strong and delicious just by the feel of it, my hands kept roaming under his shirt until i heard a groan from his mouth.
mmmm " i unbutton his shirt and played with his n*****s " i was covered with his suit while he carried me princess style.
i kept sucking and groping and bite his abs to my satisfaction.
the groan that escaped his mouth was so sexy , i got curious " i wanted to bite his adam apple, i removed his suit and brought myself up to bite him.
i bite his adam apple and licked on it while he groan again
"mmmm" pahhh he spanked my ass i didn't expect him to do that but i wanted another one. he wishers "so even a rabbit can bite huh.
"try me" he dropped me on the massive bed " huh? and what next why cant i remember.
you seem to remember " he voiced jolting me back to reality. " what the f*ck was that i asked myself.
my face was flushing with
embarrassment," amm since am awake i will start going. i tried to sprint out of this place.
sit " commanded
Authority.
Slowly, I turned back to face him.
“I didn’t ask you to stay,” he continued, his gaze locking onto mine
“So I’ll decide when you leave.”
My heart started pounding.
“Excuse me?” I snapped, anger mixing with unease "You don’t get to control me.”
For a brief second… he smiled.
Not warmly, Not kindly.
But like a man who had just heard something amusing.
“We’ll see about that.” he says.
My breath caught.
Something about the way he said it…
It didn’t sound like a threat.
My breath caught.
“We’ll see about that.”
My chest tightened.
I didn’t like the way he said it—calm, certain… like my refusal didn’t matter.
“I’m leaving,” I said firmly, turning toward the door again.
“Try.”
The word followed me like a shadow.
I took three steps.
Then stopped.
Because standing by the door were two men I hadn’t noticed before.
Tall. Silent. Watching.
My stomach dropped.
“…what is this?” I asked slowly, turning back to him.
He hadn’t moved.
Hadn’t even bothered to look surprised.
“It means,” he said, crossing one leg over the other, “you don’t walk out of here unless I allow it.”
My pulse quickened. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m always serious.”
Anger flared, pushing past the fear.
“I am not some toy you picked up from a bar—”
“No,” he cut in smoothly. “You’re not.”
He stood.
And just like that, the air changed.
The distance between us suddenly felt too small… and yet too dangerous.
He walked toward me slowly, each step measured, controlled—like he had all the time in the world.
I should have stepped back.
I didn’t.
“You walked into my space,” he said quietly. “You chose me.”
“I was drunk!”
“And yet,” he murmured, stopping just in front of me, “you’re still here.”
My breath caught.
“Because you won’t let me leave!” I snapped.
A faint smile touched his lips.
“Exactly.”
My heart pounded harder.
Something about this wasn’t right.
“Who are you?” I asked again, this time softer… cautious.
His eyes held mine.
“Jordan.”
The name settled between us.
Mr. Jordan.
“I don’t care who you are,” I said, trying to regain control.
“You can’t keep me here.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying me.
“Can’t?” he repeated.
Then he turned slightly.
“Bring it.”
One of the men by the door stepped forward, placing a sleek black folder on the table.
My eyes followed it.
“What is that?"
Jordan picked it up, then held it out to me.
“A solution.”
I hesitated… then took it.
The moment I opened it, my hands stiffened.
Lines of text.
Formal.
Legal.
My name.
My breath hitched.
“What… is this?”
“A contract.”
I looked up sharply. “Are you insane?”
“Read it.”
“I’m not signing anything!” I snapped, trying to hand it back.
He didn’t take it.
“Read,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time.
And somehow… more dangerous.
My fingers tightened around the paper as I glanced down again.
My heart skipped.
“Stay… in your residence?” I read a
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