Contract And Marriage

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Sarina

“Why the hell are you here?” asked the bow-legged woman, whom I shouldn’t have cared about. However, I teased her because I overheard the conversation between Maximus’s employees, especially the one who didn’t believe I was Mrs. Lardizabal.

“Of course, I am visiting my husband in his office. Is there something wrong with that?” I raised my eyebrow, not letting her outshine me. After all, I am the legal wife with certain privileges, and ready to fight her.

“Sarina,” said Maximus beside me, prompting me to look at him with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, why? Are you going to stop me from speaking again?” I asked and didn’t like the idea that he was favoring the bitch before me. He didn’t even think that the possible reason why this bow-legged woman kept on coming to him was because he was taking her side.

“Did I say that?” he replied, shaking his head. When will he get used to my character? He should know by now that I never back down to anyone. I thought he was okay with it since he felt reassured knowing I could defend myself? Did he just tell me that so I could forgive him?

“Sir, I’ve already made the reservation,” Aries said before I could invite my husband into his office.

“Good, let’s go, Sarina.” Maximus said.

“Sarina?” I repeated upon hearing him call me that; I raised my eyebrows even higher, if possible. What was that about? He calls me “wifey or my wife” when it’s just the two of us, but when that bow-legged woman is around, he calls me by my name?

A mischievous smile spread across his face as he said, “Of course, my wife. I was just testing if you’d notice.” What the hell did he need to test me for? Does he think I’m stupid?

“Let’s go to your office. I don’t want to see anything that ruins my day.” I started walking there and felt him following me.

“We’re eating, right?” he asked, opening the door.

“Let’s eat here instead; I don’t want to go out,” I answered. I want everyone to know that I am Maximus’ wife. After this incident, I think the news about me coming here and eating together in his office while the bow-legged woman Midori is out and sulking will spread throughout the company.

“Okay,” he said, then turned to Aries. “Order us our lunch instead.”

“Okay, sir.” His assistant responded quickly, as if excited. I ignored it, thinking they were close, and entered my husband’s office. I went straight to the chair I sat in the first time I came here. It was like a living room with luxurious sofas like those in the offices of CEOs or Chairmen in K-dramas.

“My wife,” he said after sitting next to me. But he didn’t continue because the office door opened, and the bow-legged woman rushed in. She really wouldn’t stop pestering my husband, huh?

“Babe, I’m really sorry, but the other employees were talking bad about me because of that bitch.” I rolled my eyes at her words. “You promised granny that you wouldn’t let anyone bully me,” she continued.

“Midori, can you just go back to your work? People talk about you because you don’t work properly. You just give orders when you should be the one who should be ordered around.” I chuckle after hearing what my husband told him, making her glare at me before looking back at Maximus.

“Are you blaming me? You know I don’t know how to do lowly work!” she retorted angrily. How could she? Lowly work? Didn’t she know how every employee works to give their employers the best output? How could she belittle those who were working diligently?

“If you don’t want to end up in the utility, get out of my sight.” I glared at her to show I was serious. I didn’t want her to think I entertained her stupidity and flirting because I didn’t care about my husband. Yes, I already told her that our marriage was only bound by a contract, but that didn’t mean that I was going to let her ruin the remaining months of my marriage life.

“You’re not going to get away with this, bitch.” She spat angrily as if wanting to hit me. My husband just looked at me before she left and stood up to close the slightly open door.

“What are you looking at?” I asked when he returned to my side.

“Nothing!”

“Make sure it’s nothing!” I replied, annoyed. “So, you’re here with your girlfriend, and I didn’t know?”

“There’s nothing between me and Midori, Sarina. How many times do I have to tell you that? Wasn’t she the one who left me? And I didn’t tell you about her working here because I forgot about it since I don’t care about her. I only agreed to it because Granny wanted to get to know you.”

“We’re married, Maximus. And you know we’ll fight about that bow-legged woman, but you didn’t tell me you were together here. If I did that to you, wouldn’t you be angry?”

“What, you’ll go to that, Jason?” he asked angrily.

“See, you’re already fuming. What if you experienced what I witnessed and heard in the elevator earlier?” I countered. “We may not love each other, but while our contract is in effect, ensure you respect our relationship. You wanted this marriage, not me. Our contract should have been limited in bed, but you complicated things.”

“So, is it my fault? I was just thinking about you when I made that offer,” he replied.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“You don’t need to think about me because I wouldn’t tell anyone about our sleeping arrangement if it were up to me.”

“But you spread the word about our marriage contract, especially Jason?” I was puzzled by his words. How did he know I mentioned it to my ex? Our conversation was heating up, and it seemed he was also losing his temper.

“It’s better if I just go home because nothing will come out of this discussion.” I stood up, but he pulled me back, and I landed on his lap.

“So, you’ll go to your Jason?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Maximus.”

He suddenly grabbed my chin and kissed me hard. He started sucking on my upper and lower lips, which I realized was my weakness because when he did that, I couldn’t resist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sucking his lips too. “Hmm..” That was his moan; I was sure of it.

I turned to sit facing him, spreading my legs as his hands began to wander inside my blouse, straight to my small but perky breasts. “Is it okay if we do it here in my office, my wife?” he asked when our lips temporarily parted.

“Why? Do you want to do it with that bow-legged woman-” I didn’t finish my sentence because he captured my lips again.

“Don’t mention anyone’s name when I make love to you, my wife.” I was stunned by his words. Make love? Not just sex? “Do you understand me, wifey?” he asked when I didn’t respond. During our marriage, I realized he didn’t want to be neglected. He wanted to receive a response whenever he asked questions, especially when it was me.

“Yes, my husband.” I felt like I wasn’t myself when I said that, but I didn’t expect the beautiful smile that appeared on Maximus’s lips. It was as if I was hypnotized by his words. Then I felt his lips on mine again, and I closed my eyes, savoring every moment.

I felt my panties getting wet after he removed my blouse and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched my back in pleasure but tried to stifle my moans, worried someone might hear us outside. “My wife, scream for me. Moan for me loudly,” he said before laying me down on the 5-seater couch we were sitting on.

He lifted my skirt before pulling down my panties. Damn, I felt my wetness when it briefly touched my thigh. “You’re so wet, my wife. Is it because of me?”

“Yes, my husband. Only you can make me this wet.” My answer just confirmed my craziness. “My husband…” I couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted when I felt Maximus’s tongue run along my slit. I grabbed his hair and lifted my hips to chase his tongue, rubbing my womanhood against his hardened tongue.

“You drive me crazy, my wife,” he said.

“Damn, what you’re doing to me is crazier, my husband,” I replied. As usual, he let me reach my climax first before he positioned himself on top of me pound on me, hard and fast, the way I liked it. We didn’t stop at just one round; we made love repeatedly, as he said, marking every corner of his office as if claiming our territory as lovers.

Lovers? It wouldn’t be wrong to think that since we’re married, right?