Chapter 54: Chapter 54

His statement brings me to the brink of confusion. I wonder whether I heard him correctly or not.

So I get off the bed, wear my hotel robe, and sit down on a couch that is beside the glass wall where you can see tons of underwater creatures.

I sip the coffee that has been prepared by who-knows-who. And I softly repeat his words, “A sex contract?”

He looks at me as I utter those words, and he joins me on another couch across mine. He also sips my coffee and says, “Yes, you hear it right.”

I am not exactly sure how to react to this situation or what the hell is a sex contract, to be honest. So I innocently throw him the question, “What is a sex contract?”

He smiles at me, “Well, it is pretty simple. We will draw a contract and that’ll be our limit.”

“For example?”

“What you like to do, what we can’t do, something like this,” he explains.

“Does it include being in an open relationship?” I curiously ask.

“Yes, of course. We are free to date other people and we won’t mind about it,” he casually mentions it as if it is a simple thing to deal with. Well, maybe for him, but not for me.

I take another sip and think thoroughly.

“Is it really necessary?” I blurt out.

“Well, to avoid some complications in the future, it is,” he insists.

“Complications like what?” I ask upset.

“Falling in love? Jealousy? Marriage? Baby?” he says adamantly.

I smirk, “So things that will inconvenience you, huh,” I say in an insulting tone.

He becomes silent for a while, “Yes, Avery. Being a billionaire, a lot have tried to use this so-called love to get what they want from me, so I guess being careful is wise.”

I roll my eyes at him, “So you think I’m one of them?” I frankly confront him.

“No, the opposite. And this contract is to protect you from me, from me taking advantage of your innocence and kind heart,” he firmly elaborates.

“Fair enough, so what conditions would you like to include?” I ask him.

“Well, first-” he begins to enumerate and I quickly get up and cut him off, “-W-wait!”

“Where are you going?” he asks annoyed.

Since I don’t have my laptop with me, I take out my phone and my stylus from my purse.

I go back to where I was, “Okay, now let’s start.”

“What are you going to do with that?” he laughs.

“Well, we are going to draw a contract, right here, right now,” I announce.

He seems pretty shaken up but he agrees eventually, “Your call, Avery.”

“So let’s start, What are the don’ts here?” I begin.

“Hmm, asking for too much attention? Being clingy? Text message? Jealousy,” he chuckles as I glare at him. Knowing that he is teasing me, I throw the stylus at him.

He picks it up and gives it back to me. And I answer, “I ain’t clingy, a little jealous maybe. But I won’t now. Since we are going to be just fuck-buddy.”

For some reason, I take a glimpse of him frowning, although, it may be just my imagination.

“So what else?” I ask.

“Well, let’s talk about health, if we are going to do this, we have to make sure that our other sex partners are clean. So we can avoid transmitting sexual disease,” he adds.

“So, you mean to say?”

“Whenever we have sex with others, there should be a week interval, and, we should limit it to only 3 sexual partners in a quarter,” he goes into details.

His remark shuts me up. What does this guy even think? I am not the kind of girl who will just have sex with anyone. After all, he’s all I want sexually.

I sigh, “Dee, don’t worry, I am a picky woman,” I jest, “You, on the other hand, should take control of that dragon inside your pants,” I tease him.

He chuckles, “Well, I can’t blame them for wanting me, can I? And you know very well, why,” he gets close to me and blows at my face.

My face turns red and my cheeks feel warm all of a sudden.

So I turn my gaze away and pull back.

“Let’s go back to the contract,” I divert the conversation that’s getting a little steamy.

He looks at me and grins, “Proceed.”

“So, how about the schedule? Don’t ever do a trick of pulling me off from work ever again, okay?” I clarify him.

“Fine, I won’t. Well, let’s see. Weekends?” he suggests.

“Okay, how about the weekdays?” I confirm.

“Well, let’s say, if we coincidentally meet somewhere, we definitely must have sex. How about that?” he brings up another proposal.

“Deal! And if one of us gets horny, how do we contact each other?” I ask him.

“I’ll call you. And I will give you another smartphone, use that when you want to have sex,” he confidently responds.

“And how long is it going to be?” I intriguingly inquire.

“Let’s say a year, then after that, we can either renew and terminate the contract,” he quickly gives me an answer, as if he already planned it all along.

“And if any of us decides to get married or start a family, we shall terminate the contract right away,” I emphasize to him.

“Deal, I will honor it if you wish to get married to someone,” he assures. I notice he used the word ‘you’, does it mean he has no interest in marriage?

As I blankly stare at him, he snaps his finger in front of me, “Hey, you okay?”

“Oh, yes, here, I already drew the contract, just sign here,” I instruct him and give him my iPad.

Without any hesitation or doubt, he signs it right away. He doesn’t even read the whole content.

“So, do you want to have a copy of this?” I silly ask him.

“No need, I successfully store it here,” he utters while pointing at his head.

“Oh, so, are we allowed to share it with others?” Out of curiosity, I ask him.

“I suggest we keep it a secret. For your own good,” he shortly says.

“Okay, so, as promised, I have two nights here at the hotel, so that I can tour around. Do you have any agenda?” I ask him.

I see him standing up and fixing his white long sleeve. Then he goes through the hotel closet and takes out a blue-gray coat,

“Well, I can’t join you this morning and afternoon, but I’ll meet you during dinner, I’ll send Jeff over to accompany you,” he briefly says.

“Sure, no prob. I’ll stay here for a while and write something about this nice suite I am staying at,” I say and wink at him.

He smiles at me and goes on his way. As soon as he disappears, I scream without a sound and pull my own hair.

“Avery Anderson, what have you done?” I bury myself on the fleece blanket while realizing the mess I am into.

“You just got out of a messy relationship, and now you are willing to be in an open relationship? You don’t care about your heart, do you?” I slightly spank my left and right cheek.

And lies down with my chest and face on this comfy bed until the afternoon comes.