Contract And Marriage

Sarina

“Darling! I knew you’d be here!” shouted the woman as I left the room. When I looked, her arms were wrapped around my husband’s neck, their lips locked. What a scene, we just arrived, and this bitch already had her hands on my property! I looked at Maximus, raising a brow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” my husband asked as he pushed the woman away, who still looked bewildered; then he turned to look at me, which made the woman follow where he was looking.

“Who is that bitch?” she asked, raising my eyebrow. I shot my husband a nasty look, which seemed to unsettle him, and waited for whatever response he would give to “darling”.

“Shut up! She’s my wife!” I breathed a sigh of relief at his words. I would have quickly flown back to the Philippines if he had said otherwise.

“Wife? When did you get married?” the bitch asked, confused and in disbelief. Don’t I look like Maximus’ wife?

“None of your business, so please leave.” Then he almost shoved her out the door.

“Wait, Max, stop.” And he shut the door in her face.

“My wife, I can explain. She kissed me, and I didn’t respond. You saw that I even pushed her away.” He quickly explained as he approached me, but I ignored him.

“I’m hungry,” I just said and started walking to the living room.

“I already ordered food. I was going to wake you when it arrived,” Maximus replied, making me look his way.

“Why? So I wouldn’t catch you with your ‘Darling’?” I raised an eyebrow, of course. I want him to know that I didn’t like what just happened.

“What? Of course not! I don’t even know how she found out I was here.” I sat on the couch, and he followed me. I noticed he had showered, so I looked at myself and realized I was wearing different clothes.

“Did you…?”

“Yes, my wife. I changed your clothes so you could sleep comfortably.” I nodded, feeling grateful and happy because he was very considerate. At least he knew some things I liked and didn’t like. He was about to say something when the doorbell rang. He looked at me, and just like earlier, I raised my eyebrow at him as a warning. “That might be our breakfast.”

I stood up and walked towards the door because it might be “Darling” again, but he stopped me just as I was about to turn the knob. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I don’t have anything to put a bra on.” I fully opened the door, revealing the smiling face of the hotel staff pushing a cart. I widened the door so he could enter, but my husband turned me around, gently pushed me back to the couch, and faced the staff himself.

“It’s fine. You can leave now, and I’ll take care of this.” I couldn’t help but smile, knowing he didn’t want any other man to see me in this state. The hotel staff left, and I watched Maximus setting our food. I didn’t help him; he could handle it on his own.

“My wife, everything’s ready,” he said, turning to me. He caught me watching him and gave me a seductive smile, saying, “I know I look good, but fill your stomach first before I satisfy your other needs.” I was taken aback by his words, and my cheeks turned red.

I stood up, pouting, while hearing his laughter, which sounded sweet to my ears, even though it seemed teasing. Why am I feeling this way about him now? He’s making my heart flutter. Day by day, as I got to know him better, I began to think about him in a different way. I felt sensual just by looking at him, especially when he was dressing up.

He pulled a chair for me to sit on and placed food on my plate. I admit, he’s excellent at taking care of me. Not only is he good in bed, but also in other aspects. That’s why I can’t help but feel comfortable with him. Perhaps his sweetness towards me is why I wholeheartedly agree with the things he wants to do. And, of course, the feeling of his tongue playing with my clit is on another level. Shit! Why did I think about it now?

“Are you feeling better? No more dizziness?” he asked as we started eating. One more thing I appreciated about him was how he fed me, which I gladly accepted. Why not when it felt good? I felt well taken care of. Many wives would want to be treated this way, that’s for sure.

“Yes, I’m fine. That’s why I don’t like long trips; I always feel this way.” I replied while chewing the food he fed me.

“You’re just not used to it. Don’t worry; we’ll travel more often so your body gets used to it.” I didn’t respond anymore because I knew he would insist on what he wanted. Since it wouldn’t kill me, I just let it be. What’s important is that we both enjoy it.

We continued eating, and he let me take a bath afterward. He mentioned meeting some friends and asked if I could come along and meet them. I thought about it, not to be conceited, but why should I meet them if we’ll part ways eventually, right? To avoid complications, I told him to leave me alone in our hotel room. He didn’t insist, so here I am, staring blankly at the big television screen.

Maximus left after lunch, and it had been four hours, but he still hadn’t returned. I was hungry but didn’t know where to eat, so I decided to go out. Where could that pervert be meeting his friends? I was in the hotel elevator when I thought that I had already reached the ground floor when it opened. My eyes widened when someone I didn’t expect entered.

“Sarina?” he said, surprised, so I was sure he didn’t know I was here.

“Jason, what are you doing here?” I asked as he stepped in and stood beside me. For me, it was nothing, and I think it was the same for him. We talked casually until the elevator opened again, and we walked out together.

“Where are you going?” he asked after telling me that Uncle Rodge had a friend who wanted to meet him, so his parents sent him here. I didn’t hesitate to tell him why I came here since he already knew that I was married to Maximus.

“I don’t know how to order food, and I’m hungry. I was going to look for a convenience store outside the hotel,” I replied, making Jason laugh loudly before he replied.

“Do you have any money?” he asked, and I slapped my forehead, realizing I didn’t. I was used to always being with Maximus. Jason shook his head, took my hand, and said, “Come on, I’ll take care of it.” I followed him because I was really hungry, and I didn’t see anything wrong with it since I had already made myself clear with him as well.

We reached a convenience store not far from the hotel. We just walked, but what amused me was how familiar Jason seemed with the place, even though I couldn’t remember him ever coming here when we were still together. It would be impossible for me not to know because he used to tell me everything during our relationship, or maybe not?

“Are you sure you want to eat here?” he asked, and I nodded. “There’s a ramen shop over there,” he said. I thought about it and knew he knew it was my favorite. He smiled and led me to wherever that ramen shop was.

After two blocks, we turned a corner, and voila, we were in front of an Ichiraku Ramen-like shop from Boruto. There were many people, but there were also many empty seats, so we stayed there. Jason seated me and ordered our food.

While eating, I knew we couldn’t avoid discussing our past. “Your mom mentioned that they know you’re already married,” he began. I was about to take a bite, so I paused momentarily.

“Yes,” I replied.

“They seem to be okay with Maximus,” he said, meeting my eyes. Is there something wrong with him?

“You know my parents, as long as they think I’m taken care of, they’re okay with it.” I didn’t want him to think badly of my parents, so I said that.

“I can’t blame them; I know how much they love you.” I nodded and smiled at him, grateful that he understood. “Love,” he continued.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Jason, I have a husband. It’s not right for you to keep calling me that.” I stopped him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking down before continuing. “About your separation,”

“I don’t want to think about that now. That’s why I don’t want to give you false hope. I want fate to find a way if we are truly meant to be. For now, we can’t force it. I don’t want to commit a sin.” I said, cutting his words off.

“Do you love him?” I paused and thought. Do I love Maximus? I couldn’t give an answer to that question, but one thing I could say is that I was happy, at least in his company.

“It’s too early to say yes. We were together for a long time, and I’ll admit, as I said at home, I still have feelings for you. It’s not easy to forget our time together. You know me very well, and I know you just as much. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving you hope that we’ll be together again after this. I’m just saying I can’t say if I love or have feelings for my husband.”

I’ve said too much, but if this will be the closure of our relationship, then perhaps it’s only right to say everything I want. We just stopped seeing each other after I caught him with another woman, and news of our separation spread around town, even though neither of us said anything.

We chatted, losing track of time, and eventually returned to the hotel. He went to his room, and I went to mine and Maximus’s. But when I entered, my husband’s dark expression greeted me, which puzzled me.