3. The Agreement

MONIQUE

 

 

Silent moans escaped my lips from pleasure as Gavin thrust into me. As time went by, he quickened his pace and I moaned out loud from the immense pleasure.

 

 

That kiss led to a full make-out scene and soon we were tearing each other clothes. I wasn't one to have random sex so I wasn't sure what gave me the courage. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the sexual tension I felt from Gavin's presence but either way, I loved it.

 

 

The way he touched me made me shiver and when he started to thrust into me, I left planet Earth and into a world where I only saw the stars.

 

 

"Fuck!" I heard him groan as he thrust fast and hard into me.

 

 

In no time, my legs began to shake from the pleasure I felt. "I'm coming."

 

"I'm coming too," he replied, pounding deep into me, and in no time we came but he came on top of my stomach as he had no condom on. I tried to even my breath while Gavin walked away.

 

 

He returned shortly with a wet towel and cleaned me up. I gave into darkness.

 

 

 

 

I opened my eyelids from the rays of the sun reflecting on my face. 

 

I felt a little faint and my head ached. 

 

"Good morning." I was startled by the shock of hearing a stranger's voice. 

 

Standing now in front of me is a shirtless stranger with a mug in his hands which I'm guessing to be coffee.

 

 

The more I stared at him, the more I realized who he was and my eyes widened slightly in realization. 

 

Everything that happened yesterday, starting from my ex-husband and ex-best friend's wedding to Gavin coming to my rescue resurfaced.

 

 

I had sex with him. I masked my expression so as not to give out any sign of how confused and stupid I felt although the sex was good to Gavin.

 

 

"Good morning," I replied, collecting the cup of coffee from his hand.

 

"Thank you." I adjusted the duvet to cover my chest properly as I was naked.

 

From my peripheral view, I noticed Gavin staring at me. I tried not to be bothered by it but it honestly made me worried.

 

"Is that something wrong with my face?" I couldn't help but ask.

 

 

"Not at all," he replied. 

 

I drank the cup of coffee and handed the cup back to him. I needed to leave this place and forget what it was that happened.

 

 

Gavin returned at the time I was fully dressed. Although I wanted to walk away and forget every meeting him, I couldn't help but ask pressing questions I had.

 

 

"Thank you for yesterday but I am really curious. Who are you really and why did you help me?"

 

He curled his lips to the side making me a little frantic. 

 

"Are you going to answer or are you going to keep staring at me like that?" 

 

"Why did you help me?"

 

"I'm Gavin, the Chief executive officer of Hilbert Industries."

 

I gasped in surprise when I realized who he was. Hilbert Industries is a well-known company and a big one at that two having branches all over the world. 

 

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat from the shock of finding who I had slept with. 

 

 

"Why did you help me?" I asked inquisitively because someone of his status wouldn't help any random person. 

 

"I helped you because I felt pity for you." He replied.

 

My stomach clenched from his response. Pity? I hated that. Why should he pity me?

 

 

"I didn't ask for your pity." The word rolled out of my tongue, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

 

 

"You didn't ask for it but I felt that way towards you," he stated.

 

 

"Then you shouldn't have. That means you fucked me out of pity too." I remarked.

 

He curled his lips to the side. "That's not true. I enjoyed last night. One of the best sex I've ever had. Why don't we do something then? Why do you want?" 

 

 

I creased my brows in confusion. "What do you mean by what do I want? If there's anything I want right now, that will be to take revenge on my ex-husband and ex-best friend. I want to be the reason they burn to the ground."

 

 

I clenched my fist afterward. I don't want to be pitiful. That's how I've always felt my whole life. All I want is to make them pay for the hurt and humiliation. 

 

 

"Good. That I like. You want revenge on your husband and ex-best friend, I can help you with that." 

 

 

"And why do you want to help me? Is it because I'm pitiful?" I asked.

 

 

"Maybe that or not but I want to have a repeat of last night. At first, it was a pity but last night was great and I want more. So let me make a deal for you. I will help you take revenge on your ex-best friend and ex-husband if you agree to be my contract wife."

 

 

"Contract wife?" I sounded confused. 

 

 

"Yes, you heard me right. I am looking for a pretense wife for a short period. Like at eight months to a year at most."

 

 

"I don't get it. What are you trying to say?" I inquired.

 

 

"I will get straightforward with you Monique. I didn't know why I helped you yesterday. Yes, it was out of pity but I don't usually come to just anyone’s rescue but I did and last night's sex was great. So here it is, my parents want me to get married or they'd get me a woman and I don't want that."

 

 

"And why wouldn't you want to get a woman for yourself?" I asked and he chuckled.

 

 

"I don't believe in love." He replied.

 

 

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. I wouldn't blame him if he doesn't believe in love after all what I went through made me believe that it exists.

 

 

I believed in love and let myself get drowned in only to face betrayal. Love is a lie. 

 

 

“What happened that you don’t believe in love? Your parents are still married, aren’t they?” I remarked.

 

 

“Yes they are but they aren’t still married because they love each other. They are married because they need each other,” he answered making me confused.

 

 

“How is that possible? If someone needs another then that’s stronger don’t you think?” I curled my lips to the side.

 

 

“My parents got married because of business. My father never saw my mom and wanted her. My mom neither saw my dad nor wanted him. In the real world, love doesn’t exist. It’s just something to fool the minds of the timid ones. For someone like me, I don’t do love. Love is a name, sex is a game so I forget the name and play the game.” He explained.

 

 

“So if your parents don’t believe in love, why do they want you to get married?” I inquired.

 

 

“It is because the circle must continue. If they get me someone to marry, I will have to be with her for the rest of my life which is something I can’t see myself doing but if I get myself a woman, I can make it a contract. That’s it.” He smiled and honestly, it melted my heart because he has a very beautiful smile. 

 

 

"So you want us to get married to keep your parents off your back?" I asked.

 

“Yes. We are getting married for two reasons. Firstly we are getting married to my parents. Secondly, we are getting married for the camera. Everyone is starting to think I’m gay,” he chuckled immediately after his last sentence. 

 

 

“Well, are you?” I asked.

 

“No, I’m not. I sleep with girls but I make sure to keep it clean afterwards. I will help you Monique and in return, you help me too.”

 

 

“Be my contract wife for a year and I will help you get revenge on your ex-best friend and ex-husband, what do you think?” He asked.

 

 

“As long as I’d bring them to the floor and watch them burn so they know how I felt like, I would do anything,” I replied firmly.

 

 

“Good. That I like. It’s a win for the both of us.”