Contract And Marriage

Maximus

Sarina and I will be staying in Las Vegas for two weeks. She doesn’t know that because she didn’t ask. I want our stay to feel like a honeymoon and create memories as a married couple. She might consider this when our contract ends, and she might decide to stay with me and continue the married life we started, which I began to love.

However, I’m starting to regret bringing her here because of what happened to her and Roskov. I didn’t like his words during our meal or how he looked at my wife. As a man, I clearly saw his intention for my wife, and I could tell he was eyeing Sarina. His presence in the restaurant is not a coincidence. As far as I know, he never went to places such as that to prevent people from seeing him since he had been trying to conceal his true financial status. I need to talk to Mariano.

Luckily, when we arrived in our hotel room, my wife wanted to freshen up first, allowing me to talk to my brother. I need his help, something I don’t usually do. But this is the second time I’ve called him since we arrived in Las Vegas. And it’s for my wife-I’m willing to do even the weirdest things for her.

I took a deep breath and looked at the closed door Sarina had entered earlier. I couldn’t help but feel anxious. Is this how it’s supposed to be? If that Roskov dares to touch my wife, even just a fingertip, he’ll get what he’s asking for. It worried me when I recalled my conversation with Mariano earlier.

“Max, can you calm down?” he asked as soon as I started talking non-stop when he answered my call.

“How can I? You don’t know how worried I was for my wife!” I replied, a mix of irritation in my voice. He knew Sarina was my wife, so why couldn’t he understand my feelings?

“Look, we can’t just barge into Roskov’s mansion and tell him to stop thinking about your wife! And no, before you react violently, let me finish first,” he said, knowing I was about to comment on his statement. “But I want you to be cautious. If he told you something like that, I’m sure he meant nothing but trouble. That’s what I know about him; he wouldn’t say something he couldn’t or wouldn’t do.”

“Precautions are not enough for that bastard. He knows me and our relationship but still threatens me with taking my wife away from me.” I wasn’t exaggerating, and I knew Mariano knew that because he knew Roskov too well.

“As I said, we can’t just go to his mansion. For now, be careful at all times while you’re here. I already asked someone to look after you and your wife, so you can enjoy your stay and ensure that I will have my niece or nephew before you return to the Philippines.” He gave me some reminders before ending our conversation.

Mariano is my half-brother. He was already my mom’s son before she met my dad. He is the son of an illegal organization leader. I don’t condone my brother because he took over from his father, but he’s different. He still has a sense of decency, unlike Roskov, who will do anything to get what he wants without caring if he tramples or kills anyone in the process. And I don’t want him to take an interest in my wife, which seems unlikely judging by his words earlier.

Sarina is a very simple woman with simple beauty, far from the women I’ve encountered and been with. Even though her body’s shape is quite ordinary, any man will surely have a second look when she passes by. But something about her caught my attention and etched her face in my heart and mind.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself in the living room while letting my wife finish cleaning up. In our time together, I’ve learned how long she takes with her routines, especially for herself, and I am not taking it against her. I mean, every woman had to feel beautiful and appreciated to maintain their confidence, even if they were staying at home most of the time. Especially those full-time housewives and mothers.

Yes, she takes her time in the bathroom, but when needed, I’m surprised at how quickly she can move, just like on our first day at the condo. One thing I liked about her is her lack of pretense. She always showed me who she really was and didn’t bother to act like someone she wasn’t just to please me or anyone.

I wanted to take her since we had been here for a week and I’dhad only one chance to be with her. I could have had more that day if I hadn’t punished and teased her. Shit! Am I regretting it now? At least now I know I shouldn’t tease her anymore because I’ll suffer, too.

After a while, I got up from the couch and walked to our bedroom. She exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her as I entered. We looked at each other, and she smiled and said, “It’s your turn.” Shit! Yes, I’m turned on.

I nodded and continued to enter the room. I started to unbutton my polo shirt without taking my eyes off my wife, who was now heading to the vanity mirror. She wasn’t fair-skinned, but she wasn’t dark either, and her skin was very smooth despite growing up in the province.

“Bring your towel,” she said without looking at me as she reached for the hair blower hanging on the side of the mirror. I grabbed the towel folded on the table near her.

“Do you want to eat, my wife?” I asked. She might be hungry because we had been out shopping before returning to the hotel.

“Not now, maybe later.”

“Okay, just tell me if you get hungry, okay?”

“Okay, my husband.” She looked at me and smiled, which puzzled me. Well, who wouldn’t when I’m not used to her actions? I was even more attracted to her because she looked even more beautiful when she smiled. “Go ahead, clean yourself up so we can rest.” I didn’t respond because she wouldn’t have heard me since she had already turned on the blower.

I turned my back on her, still with a hard-on, and I knew I needed to calm my junior down because she said we were going to rest. It looked like I wouldn’t score tonight. But that’s okay; we have plenty of chances for that. I don’t want to force her because she might get upset and angry. I’ll just wait for the right moment and then make her really happy.

Thinking about that, I started to shower. I soaped and cleaned everything that needed to be cleaned, even though I knew there was no chance of making love with my wife because that’s how I am. I love to linger under the shower, especially when I need to calm my arousal, just like now.

Somehow, my worries about Sarina eased, and I managed to calm my junior. I dried myself up and looked in the mirror, but as I was about to leave the bathroom, my gaze fell on a bottle. I picked it up and realized it was empty when I shook it. I read the label and found out it was a birth control pills bottle.

It was the first time I saw that bottle, and I thought maybe Sarina had taken the last piece. I felt a pang of disappointment because it seemed like she didn’t really want me; she didn’t want to have a child with me. Although she had said from the start that she knew how not to get herself pregnant, I had already told her that I loved her. Wasn’t that enough for her to want to have a child with me?

Another thing that bothered me was when I told her I loved her, she didn’t respond and seemed to be in a daze. So I called her name, and all she said was, “Okay.” Earlier, when we were eating, she said she couldn’t force herself to do something she didn’t want to. Was that also why she couldn’t say she loved me back?

I placed the bottle back where I got it from, and with slumped shoulders, I left the bathroom and went straight to the closet to get my clothes and change; I didn’t bother looking at her. But when I turned around, I saw my wife on the bed, lying on her side with her left hand on her hip while her other hand was bent and propped on her elbow, as her head resting on her palm.

She was looking at me seductively, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I suddenly felt my dick twitch inside my pajamas. She looked me up and down slowly, then stopped at my now rock-hard junior.

“You’re so hard, my husband.” Shit! Was she seducing me? I shook my head because even if she just stood in front of me, I would already be aroused. That’s how perverted I am when it comes to her. Her hand on her hip suddenly lifted, and she seductively motioned for me to come closer with her index finger.

“You want me to come closer?” I asked, making me think that I looked like a stupid teenage boy in front of her now.

“Do I really need to say it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and slightly lifting one side of her lips.

“Don’t seduce me like that, my wife. Even if you do nothing, my dick gets hard for you, and you’ll be wrecked by me.” Her face reddens as always when I tell her something like that.

“Can’t wait,” she replied, smiling flirtatiously. I didn’t expect her to know how to do that. I mean, she never tried to seduce me even once, and what she was doing now was really driving me crazy. Was she really okay now? Had she gotten over the trauma given by those crazy men? “Am I not attractive enough to make you come closer with just one word?”

I smirked after she said, “Didn’t you hear what I said, my wife? Even if you do nothing, I’m already very attracted to you.” She suddenly sat up, and I got scared because she might suddenly change her mind. “Stay there,” I said, walking towards her while she remained in bed. I stopped in front of her so she had to look up at me before her gaze slowly traveled down to my very aroused manhood.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Why is your dick so big and hard, Maximus?” she asked, not taking her eyes off my weapon, ready to conquer her. “Can I have a taste of it?”

“Fuck, Sarina!” I exclaimed. All my disappointment towards her from the empty pill bottle disappeared because of what she said.