"Miss Green, This contract is unique. I assume your reasons are good, but this contract isn't binding."

"A loophole? Can I marry and divorce him?

Her twisting lips told me her answer wasn't simple. "It's a strict prenup. Divorcing Mr. King won't help. If he wants certain freedoms and a contract, he may end the marriage."

"Prenuptial agreements cannot enforce sexual provisions because one spouse's refusal would make the sexual interaction rape, and the law cannot condone nor enforce rape. This clause is invalid if King sues you."

"Would that nullify the contract?

"Nope. Severability clause. Mr. King can end your marriage for any reason if you sign this contract, and you'll only have your assets. Both sides need loyalty. You'll get a personal, job, and project allowance, You'd get little if King dies. He may have included a clause saying if you have sex with another man,you have to pay him a billion times what he offers to you , and nothing you can get even if he dies."

"Bugfuck," I said.

"Miss Green, may I be honest?"

She signed it. "This contract isn't perverted"

"Oh?"

"Yes. I've never seen an animal or human sex clause"

She crumpled papers. " He gives everything you can from him. This marriage could launch your career or make you wealthy. He's the perfect husband. You'd be better off divorced." "Why not if

I rubbed my forehead to think. The logic was bad. I hated nonsense. I wanted her to tell me the contract was invalid. I could have divorced King, saved my mother with his money.

Despite her encouragement, I hesitated.

"No contract charge?"

"I could probably edit it for free.  List me as your prenup consultant if asked.

"No problem," she said. "Adapt if you marry Luke King." She sat up and opened contract page 2. "Divide property"

By the time I got home and showered, I was ready to take on Luke King. I wouldn't accept this. I called Empire Capital to talk to Luke King.

When I discovered I was a VIP in the Empire, I volunteered my name.

"Oh!" I felt terrible for the receptionist who sounded like she was having a heart attack.

"Mr. King is out of the office, I'll give you his mobile so you can call him."

King had given specific instructions to give me his number if I called.

Unnerved, I wrote down his number and hung up.

Second call was less exciting than first.

I phoned Luke, put the phone on speaker, and hid it so I wouldn't hang up, take a taxi to the airport, and purchase a one-way ticket to Lyon. After two rings, his deep voice said, "Luke King."

I was speechless. All the things I wanted to say became jumbled, and I couldn't decide where to start.

He said, "Miss Green."

I said, "Why are people so nice?"

He added, "I told them we may marry."

I burst into tears. "What?" I hadn't told my closest pals, and he'd sent a company-wide letter.

I twitched my head towel nervously. Hearing his voice, even through my mobile phone speakers, brought back memories of yesterday, when he trapped me in his office and shoved me against the wall.

"Have you considered my offer?"The hand fiddling with the towel on my head moved to the sensitive spot between my thighs.

I didn't pull away. His deep voice made me slippery.

"I saw a lawyer," I said.

He responded, "Good." "Happy. Signing legal papers requires legal guidance.

Yeah. "She said to marry if the sex was fantastic. "While I chatted on the phone, my middle finger circled my clit. "Uh-huh. I have edited some clauses."

The stillness was longer than I anticipated this time.

I heard him sigh and rustle. "Let's meet."

"Okay. Where?"

"Lunchtime is near."

"Let's have lunch."

My hand froze and my anxieties soared. "Alright. Where?"

This time, his sneer made me even more uneasy. "I'll send a vehicle"

He hung up before I could finish.

I regarded my phone. I quickly phoned his telephone but got voice mail.

The contract on my coffee table caught my attention. He was submissive, wasn't he?

"Ass!" I remarked aloud, but it was impossible to discern whether I was calling King an ass or remarking on the circumstance.

I leapt up, shedding towel and bathrobe.

He knew my address.

The fact that a fancy-ass black vehicle came up to my low-rent apartment reminded me that he knew where I lived. The thought that he could locate me anytime he wanted gave me the goosebumps.

I inhaled and raised my chin.

Luke King's driver took a tiny double-take when he spotted me.

I don't like to dress up, therefore I had some terrible clothes in college. Blake skirt contrasted with orange top, which showed too much cleavage.

I didn't have time to straighten my hair, but I felt alright.

Driver Cole said, "Ma'am.I'm here to help."

I said "thanks" and entered.

The car's inside was nicer than its beautiful outside. Buttery leather seats stroked my thighs through my fishnets.

"Where are we going?" I questioned the driver.

" Mr. King instructed to keep our lunch plans secret. "

He looked ashamed in the mirror. "I should drive around first," he added.

He seemed disturbed.

I replied, "Don't worry."

I observed the city to relax, but I was more tired than I expected. Yesterday's rash driving put me to sleep. The door waking me awake.

When he said, "Here we are, ma'am," the driver's eyes were sad. I was ecstatic.

He helped me out of the car, and I pretended to repair my clothes and tried to figure out where I was.

I was surprised I wasn't at a fancy sushi bar or French café. I entered.

Inside, Luke King waited. He halted me despite my half-readiness.

Dammit. I'd forgotten how handsome he was.

His broad lips quivered in a faint smile when he saw me, and I felt like his emerald eyes were staring through me.

I tried to flip my hair arrogantly, but my high heels made me wobble.

Luke King grabbed my ass before I collapsed and pulled me close. His sleek, powerful physique pulsed with energy as he looked at me.

He warned, "Be careful." He released me softly.

I clasped my purse strap like a talisman and stared at him. He lowered his hand gracefully and entered the dining room. I followed.

We navigated the restaurant. Some stopped eating and stared as he passed, but most ignored him.

We were placed at a small booth in the dining room's back. I chose one side and put my suitcase next to me to discourage him from sharing my seat, but he didn't try. Instead, he sat across from me, poured two enormous glasses of red wine, and ordered the asparagus salad for both of us.

He said, "You'll have asparagus."  I watched as he shook out and folded his napkin.I followed suit, although the tablecloth seemed long enough to act as a napkin. I adjusted it and draped it over my skirt.

King sat across from me, one arm on the booth, head cocked arrogantly.I was waging a losing war, not with King, but with myself.Luke King's sexiness was to blame.

He sighed. "You hung up before I asked what to wear."

"You choose this?"

I glanced down, feigning astonishment.

Before he could speak, the waitress brought our sandwiches. She chirped at him, but I wasn't listening. I was intrigued by his careful wineglass strokes. I didn't know he'd ordered my lunch until the waitress left.

"Miss Green, you're provoking me."

I re-eyed him. His look cut me deep.

"Maybe."

He reclined. "Why dress like a prostitute?"

"That's what I'll be, right?"

"No. You're my wife."

I scowled. I disagree, and I doubt many others would if they knew the reality. I'd rather be honest with you."

"You know who I am, Miss Green. This is just to shame me."

I handed out the amended contract with unsteady fingers. Luke King leaned back and flipped through it slowly. Ms. Stock underlined the revisions in the contract, so he lingered over each one while drinking wine. He looked up sometimes.

He rested. "None of these changes are very drastic," he said.

I'd been trying to ignore him and decide what to eat first, when he said.

He ate carefully. "Minor adjustments."

" Major modifications include a one-year contract review and renewal. I approve." He observed me for a while, then hailed a passing waiter.

He requested a pen.

Luke King initialed, signed, and dated each phrase and page in front of me using a ballpoint pen.

I drank my wine.

"Can't you sign today?"

"I..." My mind whirled. A Bic ballpoint would transform my life. My father would be back in business, while my mother would be through treatment.

My eyesight clouded. I attempted to breathe deeply, but my chest felt heavy.

"Miss Green?"

I saw a movement opposite me.

I didn't know what to do until I felt the booth lower and he slipped in next to me, concealing from the dining area.

He felt warm and powerful.I became jittery. My heartbeat quickened.

He said, "Don't pretend." He poured me more wine.

I responded, "No thanks."

He handed me wine and urged me to drink. I put his glass down.

He shook his head as I passed by. He replied, "I Like seeing you touch yourself in my elevator while thinking about me."

I panicked. He approached as I tensed. He kissed my ear.

"Don't be so smug," I shouted as he kissed my earlobe. "I haven't sex in six months-oh..."

Luke King's hot, gentle lips brushed on my pulse.

Under him, I shivered. Panting, I gripped the tablecloth to prevent from touching him back. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to taste him so badly.

"Our marriage would be mutually advantageous," he remarked. "You may like it,"

"No one likes forced sex for money," I said.

He grinned and brushed my hair. He kissed my throat and neck tenderly.

"I never force. Always desire."

My chest contorted. I knew but couldn't say it.

His breath warmed my neck. "Think I can't satisfy you? So? "

His words sank into my skin and bones, igniting me. How could I tell him that orgasms weren't my main concern?

His leg touched mine. I wished I'd worn trousers instead of a skirt because of his body heat. His fingers traced trembling patterns on my thigh. Lips and tongue danced with my delicate neck, and his fingers skimmed my breast swell. My thighs felt hot and wet.

"I could make you climax here," he hoarsely whispered.

"You'll scream,"

His statements infuriated me. "Try," I murmured.

Pulling back, he smiled again. "You're perfect," he remarked. " His fingertips tickled my leg and skirt. My throat was lumpy.

One long, hot finger touched my pussy's soft mound, distracting me.

I was still looking at the space where he had been and trying to summon the presence of mind to respond when I felt his enormous, hot hands on my knees.

He was squatting beneath the table, concealed by the huge table cloth.

.But my thighs split with the smallest touch from his hands, and I opened to him.

Slowly, slowly, one long finger penetrated me. I convulsed around him.

"Miss, do you need anything?"

The waitress was lingering at the table, staring at me strangely. She must've known.

My inner finger and toes curled.

"No!"

"Nothing. Thanks!"

She looked me oddly. "Lunch is coming. "

Luke King shifted beneath the table. Rough cheeks grazed my thighs.

OMG. No way!

"Ma'am?" Waitress asked, "You look sick."

I said, "Hangover a little, nothing."

I grabbed the wine glass I'd refused to mask my desperation.

Luke King sucked my clit and licked it.

I scarcely noticed when my hand knocked over my drink. I had just enough self-control to hide my head in my arms and cry into the table. As he suckled on my clit, lights erupted against my eyes. My knees curved over his shoulders, bringing him to me as I trembled with delight. The smooth, hazy roughness of his tongue tugged my clit and me into his lips. I felt like I could dissolve where I sat and be consumed without caring.

My whole body went numb as he licked back and forth between the two labia flaps with a delicate tongue. Then he alternated between inserting and removing his tongue from between my labia flap and the gutter.

He didn't stop even as I descended the heights moaning. As I looked around the restaurant, I felt everyone's eyes on me, and the humiliation sharpened my pleasure like a whetstone.

I raised my head. I looked at the waitress with a blushed face.

We exchanged lengthy glances. She knew. And I knew she knew.

I did my best. I covered my lips and held my stomach. I gasped, "Mr. King went to the bathroom.  Could you help me... find him?"

The waitress left the murder scene with wide-eyed dread. I didn't dare glance around to see who had seen my tremendous climax.

After a minute, Luke King appeared on the opposite side o, appearing calm and unflappable. Still panting, I met his stare and pushed down my skirt. My thighs stroked my pussy, causing aftershocks.

We gazed for a long time. He saved the contract from the spreading red wine.

He handed me the pen without a word.

He viewed me with desire-filled eyes.

I finally paused. I signed away my life.

I sobbed, "I'm an idiot."

Back at home

My best friend Odelia raised an eyebrow and smoked a cigarette.

"You don't care that my life is dying."

"You're not dying. You're married for money."

"Nope. For my mum, I married him." He discovered my Orgasm Button. Odelia only knew the first half. It's embarrassing.

Odelia shrugged, tapping ash into my tray.

"it's okay to marry for money. Yes"

"Yes, I would. I'm poor! And isn't he getting you anywhere in your career?" She pointed to my apartment's corner, where my newest sculpture sat unfinished until I could purchase more clay. I'd had numerous little gallery exhibits and done well, but the larger things took more money and effort than I could do after working 10-hour bar shifts.

Odelia may be right: marrying King might help my career.

He's bringing me to a speciality store in an hour to choose my dress and underwear.

Odelia said, "He's choosing your underpants."

"What sort of marriage?"

I glared. "The kind of marriage you'd expect from a wife-buyer."

She shrugged. She responded, "You can't cook." He could've found a nicer wife in England. She'd be sexier."

"Fuck you," I said. "You're not my best friend anymore."

I was worried since King hadn't mentioned friends or relatives.

Odelia snuffed her cigarette and stood. "When you're wealthy and on the headlines, don't forget the small folks, okay?"

I said "yes."

"Wanna be my hanger-on? I'll accept applications until the honeymoon."

She responded, "Sure!"

"Promise, or I'll tell everyone we know"

Not this time. I was still terrified. I sat up, took several deep breaths, and considered contacting my mom. I hadn't told her about my upcoming wedding .

I could sense her illness in her tired voice whenever we chatted. Overnight, the gap between us widened. Since my father arrived, I couldn't speak to her as I used to, even though we'd always chatted since I was a child. My father's betrayals brought us together, and she was my closest confidante.

I didn't want her to know I was getting married for money until the last minute. Luke King was affluent like my dad. He was a wealthy jerk. I couldn't stand the notion of her believing I was making the same mistake she had-she ordered me to quit our poisonous family and not look back-and I couldn't tell her I was paying for her chemo treatments, because she didn't want me to know.

I massaged my face, groaned, and checked my phone. I had 20 minutes to get to the vehicle and hadn't even showered. I should have gotten up but couldn't. I sat on my futon for ten minutes before I eventually got up, and then I had to hurry through a shower and makeup before putting on clothes when his driver called me and told me they're waiting downstairs.

He grinned and let me in.

Luke King entered.

I hadn't seen him since he licked me at our prenuptial agreement meeting. Persuading me to sign it, he dived beneath the table and penetrated me with his mouth and fingers, causing me to scream in front of everyone, including our server.

Exactly. I loved and loathed it. I'm such a weirdo!

Now Luke King was reading on a tablet in the backseat and ignoring me. My chest whirled with fear and exhilaration until I couldn't tell them apart. I climbed in, chin up. Cole slammed the door behind me, and I hid in the corner, half-hoping King would join me.

Nope.

He seldom spoke to me. When I peeked at his iPad, I saw an unknown report.

Ugh. Just like my father, who always carried his briefcase and Financial Journal-when he was home.

He's a jerk. I was set to marry his twin.

My ardor cooled and I groaned, settling for staring out the window, though I didn't actually see the buildings pass by until the vehicle slowed and I realized we were in Marseille.

Luke King closed his iPad and exited the vehicle beside me. I was astonished when he opened my door. I assumed his servants did it.

Formally, he greeted"Pardon my concern."

When I took his hand, my heart leapt. When his flesh contacted mine, a frisson of desire sent shivers down my spine and warmed my pussy. I couldn't prevent the flush on my cheeks as I suddenly caught my breath.

"Okay," I said. I kicked myself as he helped me out of the car and onto the street. "You're busy,"

He arched an eyebrow. I'd never seen such clarity in someone's eyes.

Or maybe my dumb clit decided. I started babbling. "So was my dad. Even at breakfast, he was always working. In his presence. He always had the paper out and got mad if I interrupted him..."

I didn't want to think about my father while semi-aroused. See? Even when he wasn't there, he ruined things.

"Okay. Whatever. " I mumbled, "I won't bother you."

He didn't even smile.

OMG.  I stared back so I wouldn't be the first to speak. The street emptied around us.

I shattered. "It's good you're marrying me," I said, "because I'll never find anyone else willing to listen to my blather."

At that, he smiled and took my hand in his Victorian-style elbow crook.

"Miss Green," he said, guiding me to the boutique, "you're my wife."

I followed him into the shop, surprised and pleased. I told him, "I have some inane stuff to say." "Are you sure you don't want to retract that?"