Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

Days pass by, and despite my attempts to deny any emotional attachment, I’m well aware that strong feelings for her have taken root deep within me.

Now it’s only a week remaining of our contract marriage, and it kills me because I want to keep her forever in my life. However, I know our relationship is meant to end one day. Grace and I, we’ve different personalities, and we’ll always clash with each other, so it’s better for both of us to be part away after a week.

In these months of our contract marriage, I have also come to know that Grace has a good heart which she hides from the world. I want to know everything about her but control myself because I don’t want to come close to her as it’ll hurt me more when she leaves.

After dinner, we come to the terrace for a walk, but like always, we end fucking each other. I just can’t resist her. She’s the first woman who has such a powerful hold over me, making me lose control.

I ram into her with vigour, her hands pinned on the wall, her dress raised, her undies sided, and her legs apart.

“Oh, fuck… I’m getting habitual of you fucking me, Steve…” she moans as I give her hard thrusts.

“Same here, Grace.” I groan, pulling out of her and entering her with full force.

As I leave her hands, she wraps them around my neck and moans in my ear. “Oh… Steve, you’re becoming my addiction.”

After listening to her words, the realisation hit me hard that we’re seriously getting addicted to each other, and it’s not good.

“And it’s not a good addiction because we have to be separated after a few days,” I whisper, my expression serious as I pull away from her.

“That’s why I want you to keep fucking me, Steve. Just don’t stop…” she demands, grinding herself against me.

“This will be our last encounter,” I state, jabbing into her, clutching her thighs, causing her to moan loudly.

***

“Grace, we’re getting addicted to each other for sex. I think we should stop this.” I tell her as I stand holding the railing after our wild encounter under the sky full of stars.

“Steve, it’s only a week left. Let’s not waste a single second.” She winks at me as she stands beside me.

I turn towards her. “You’re not getting it, Grace. This should stop.”

“Do you really want this, Steve?” She questions, opening the button of my jeans, and fixing her intense gaze on me.

Seriously! This woman is always ready to seduce me, and I like it. However, now this should really stop.

“Yes… We should stop.” I respond, keeping my voice grim.

“Really?” She kneels in front of me and yanks down my jeans in a swift motion, freeing my hard shaft.

“Yes… please..” I groan as she strokes me.

“What please, Steve?” She asks, her eyes glinting with mischievous.

“Stop, please…” I groan louder as she squeezes my balls.

“If you really want this to stop, so push me away and go downstairs.” Her gaze is fixed on me, but her hand does it work.

I want to push her away, but my body betrays me.

“I’m taking it as a no that you don’t want to stop this in between us.” She takes me in her mouth, causing me to throw my head and clutch her hair.

Fuck! This feels so incredible, but I need to stop this.

I push her away and come downstairs to take a cold shower.

***

Jace’s P. O. V.

Zara and I are on our honeymoon, lying in each other’s arms. It’s been a week since our marriage.

As we relax on the bed, Zara turns to me with a playful smile. “Did you ever think that our physical relationship, that piano make-out, would lead us here?”

I chuckle, tracing circles on her hand. “Honestly, I did. Deep inside, I knew you were the one.”

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “You knew we’d end up married from the start?”

I grin, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Maybe not the exact details, but I knew there was something special about us.”

She sighs contentedly, her fingers playing with mine. “Remember our first meeting? How we bumped into each other?”

I smile at the memory, playing with her hair. “Hard to forget. It was my luckiest day. When your innocent eyes met mine for the first time, I knew you were someone special.”

“Now we’re here, married and happy,” she says, looking into my eyes.

I hold her close and smile, grateful for the path that brought us together. We share a comfortable silence, lying in each other’s arms.

She breaks the silence. “Jace, I feel like the luckiest person alive to have you by my side. You’re fulfilling all of my fantasies and giving the love which I always yearned for. It feels like a dream.”

I pull her closer, savouring the intimacy. “The feeling is mutual, Zara. I never imagined finding someone who completes me the way you do.”

***

Steve’s P. O. V.

I exit the washroom and find Grace engrossed in a movie on TV.

“Grace, switch off the TV. I need to sleep.”

“But I want to watch a movie. You sleep somewhere else.” She rolls her eyes.

This woman never listens to me!

“You can watch the movie on your phone. I have an important meeting tomorrow. Switch off the TV.” I try to make her understand.

“Nope.” A deep frown appears on my face as she denies it. “I won’t switch off because I want to watch the movie.”

Frustrated, as I bend down to pick up the remote, she cunningly hides it under the pillow, sticking her tongue out at me.

I warn her, “Grace, don’t make me angry.”

“Or else what will you do, Mr Grey?” She challenges with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

As I bend over her and tickle her, her laughter echoes through the room.

She implores, “Steve, please, stop.”

“You challenged me, Grace. Now I won’t stop until you don’t give me the remote.” I continue tickling her.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She laughs loudly, kicking her legs and hitting me, but I keep doing my work.

“Fine. You can take the remote.” As she gives in, a triumphant smile crosses my face, and I cease tickling her.

She glares but hands over the remote. I turn off the TV and move closer to her face, still on top of her, our eyes locked.

“Never challenge me, Mrs Grey.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, her frown disappears, and her all-the-time mischievous glint is back in her eyes.

“I like to challenge you, Mr Grey. So I’ll keep doing this.” She winks at me before kissing me and grinding herself against me.

I pull away. “Grace, we should stop this-”

“Oh, God! Please don’t start your lecture again, Steve.” She rolls her eyes, irritated.

“You’re not realising we’re getting used to each other, Grace. So this should stop, and we should stay away.”

After making myself clear to her, I step onto the balcony for fresh air.

She also comes there and stands beside me, leaning against the railing, while I just keep staring at the night sky.

“Steve, you’re overthinking. We’re just having fun. You know that from the day we have come into a physical relationship, our fights have been minimised.” She tries to make me understand.

“But I don’t like this physical relationship between us, Grace. Therefore, I don’t want to continue it anymore. Good night.”

I return to the room and lie down on the sofa.

Grace will leave in a few days, so I better get used to sleeping without her from now on.

“So now we won’t even share a bed. What’s wrong with you, Mr. Grey? I can’t sleep on the sofa every other day like before.” She expresses her irritation.

“Don’t worry. For the remaining days of our contract marriage, you can have the bed.”Listening to my words, she shakes her head and head to the bathroom.

As I lay on the sofa, contemplating the complexities of our arrangement, I wonder if this decision will lead to more complications or a resolution in our unconventional relationship.