Contract And Marriage

Maximus

“Where are we going, Maximus?” Sarina asked. It’s our last two days here in Las Vegas, so I wanted to introduce her to Mariano in person before we return to the Philippines. She’s been asking me about him, but I didn’t want to tell her immediately because I wanted to surprise her. Not everyone knows about my brother. It’s a well-kept family secret, and if it were up to my grandmother, she’d want to bury it forever because my mother had a child out of wedlock before she and my father got together. Something my grandmother despises about my mother.

“My wife, can’t you just wait? We’re almost there, and your questions will be answered,” I replied with a hint of complaint. Why is she so impatient? Shouldn’t she be more patient since she’s a nurse? What if she had a stubborn and troublesome patient? How would she handle that? If I didn’t want her to get mad at me or think I was questioning her profession, I shouldn’t ask her that, right?

“I’m just asking, and is the place we’re going to a top secret? If I know, you’ve already brought several women there, and you’re just acting mysterious.” She even rolled her eyes at me. I just shook my head and clicked my tongue at what she said.

Ever since she started working for me, she’s been like this. She never pretended or acted demure. And if she didn’t like something I said or did, she’d threaten to punch me or stick out her tongue while rolling her eyes. Because I was pretending to be blind during those times, I had to exert a lot of self-control not to suck on her tongue, which I was eager to do, so I often imagined at night when she thought I was already asleep and ended up pleasuring myself with my hands. Damn! I never thought I’d go through something like that just because of her. I never lacked women in bed, but for her, I went months without an active sex life.

Soon, we arrived at a house in a famous community in Las Vegas. It was quite far from our hotel, so the beauty of the place was very evident. It was quiet and peaceful, and it felt so good as we got out of the car. “Where are we, and whose house is this?” my wife asked as she kept looking around.

“Let’s go my wife, before you break your neck twisting and turning,” I invited her as I took her hand and led her inside the house. I hope she doesn’t feel scared of the men walking around. They were my brother’s trusted men, working for him.

When we reached the living room, one of the maids greeted us, “Good morning, Sir Max.” I nodded at her before guiding Sarina to the couch to sit. “Sir is coming down,” the maid said before leaving us.

Sarina then turned to me and stared, “What?” I asked her.

“You really won’t answer my questions, will you?” She was glaring at me, looking so damn beautiful.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“We’re already here. Can’t you wait a little longer? Didn’t the maid say that “Sir” is coming down?”

“Hmp! You’re annoying; don’t sleep next to me later.”

“Sarina! Threaten me with anything, but not about not sleeping next to you. I’ll die!” I exclaimed, making her laugh, which made my eyebrows furrow.

“You’re so overacting, Maximus.” Then she kept laughing. I couldn’t help but get annoyed because she wouldn’t stop laughing, as if she was deliberately teasing me. I didn’t say anything and just gave her a sour look. “So short-tempered!” she said with a sweet smile on her lips.

I rolled my eyes at her but was surprised when she forcibly turned my face to her and kissed me sweetly. “Are you still feeling short-tempered?” she asked afterward, and I was annoyed with myself because I was too shocked to respond to the kiss.

“Are you going to do that every time I feel short-tempered then?” I asked. Our eyes were locked, and she was still smiling before she glanced at my lips.

“Why are your lips so kissable and inviting, my husband?” Damn, I didn’t know she was a temptress when she flirts. It’s like, I’m left speechless.

Maximus

“We’re not at home, my wife, so stop seducing me. You don’t know how much I wanted to make love to you now,” I told her, my eyes fixed on her mouth.

“Shit, Maximus, I feel like my panties are already wet just from looking at your lips. I can already imagine your tongue playing with my-” I cut her off because my dick was already hard twitching inside my pants, so I kissed her passionately and pulled her onto my lap, unbothered about where we were.

We continued kissing, and I was about to slip my hand inside her blouse when someone spoke. “Just so you know, you are in my living room, and many people might see you.”

Sarina suddenly jumped off me and sat back on the couch. I laughed at her because her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment. “What? Suddenly, you’re shy?” I asked, and she pouted at me before shyly looking at the man who spoke, who was none other than Mariano. She hooked her arms around mine while keeping her eyes on my brother as he walked to the couch across from us and sat down.

“How are you, Mariano?” I asked.

“Fine as usual.” His reply is always curt. He looked at Sarina, who was still staring at him.

“He’s so handsome,” my wife suddenly said, causing me to frown.

“I’m the only one who should be handsome in your eyes, my wife.” I heard Mariano’s soft laugh, so I looked at him. “Happy that she thinks you’re handsome?” I asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders before replying, “I already know that. She’s not the first who said that to me.” He couldn’t speak fluent Tagalog but understood it. He had learned from our frequent conversations over the phone or whenever we see each other like this.

“My wife, this is Mariano, my brother. Mar, this is Sarina, my wife,” I introduced them.

“I didn’t know you had a brother; I thought you were an only child?” she asked, puzzled.

“We’re siblings on my mother’s side,” I answered, and she nodded before looking back at Mariano.

“Nice to meet you,”

“Nice to meet you too, Sarina.”

“You’re really handsome.” She really wouldn’t stop.

“Sarina!” I said to her, my eyes wide. “I said I should be the only handsome one in your eyes!”

“Can’t you just be delicious?” she asked me, trying to be cute. “Delicious” could be a fitting adjective, but I wanted her to think I was handsome too. Her comment made me smile.

“Come on, lovebirds, stop that already. Aren’t you ashamed that you’re showing off in front of someone who is single and loveless?” My wife and I both looked at him and started catching up and chatting.

I wanted to ask him about the men who harassed Sarina, but I couldn’t because I didn’t want my wife to hear and remember that bad experience. I also didn’t tell her what kind of person my brother was because I didn’t want her to be scared of him. Mariano is a good person; even though I know he can kill, I also know he wouldn’t do it without a reason.

Sarina enjoyed chatting with him, which made me happy because she became comfortable around Mariano. I couldn’t ask for more except for my grandmother to like her because, as much as possible, I wanted us to be a happy family. I hope my grandmother changes her view of her because I know that’s also what my wife wants.

“Do you want to know a secret, Sarina?” Mariano suddenly asked, which puzzled me. What was he going to say? We were talking about other things, especially our younger years and how hardheaded and naughty we were, giving his father headaches.

“Yeah, sure,” my wife quickly replied.

“I am telling you this because the way I see the two of you, I can tell that you already love each other,” Sarina said nothing but smiled. Did she just agree to what my brother told her? That we look like we love each other? As in, we and not just me. I made a mental note to ask her later as she seemingly awaited what Mariano would say next. “Maximus was never blind and crippled.”

“What? What do you mean?” Sarina asked before looking at me, puzzled. I quickly held her hand so if she thought of leaving, she couldn’t.

“Mariano, stop it.” I tried to stop my brother from talking, but he didn’t listen-well, he never listened.

“He just pretended to be blind and crippled so Midori would break up with him. He didn’t want to get married to her, and he didn’t want to hurt his grandmother as well,” Mariano explained. I looked at Sarina and saw that she seemed stunned.

“My wife, I can explain…” I said, but she suddenly looked at me with no reaction. Oh please, don’t let her get mad at me.