An unexpected Contract

Darcy

“What are you both doing here?” Lee asked with a squint. Trey stood behind him, grinning like a fool.

“We aren’t— we were just— it’s not.” I stuttered, drying my sweaty hands on my pants that felt like bad news.

Gray leaned beside me near the desk, a dirty grin on his face.  

I don’t know how we did it, but we were fully dressed before Coach turned the knobs.  

I almost hiccuped when my eyes slipped down to Grayson’s pants. It was still rock hard as hell. Is this guy a horse or something?

I’m so terrified to say this, but I’d forcefully pulled his cock out of me. His eyes turned as he switched back to reality. And before the door could creak fully open our clothes were slapped back onto our bodies. My brain short-circuited as I couldn’t stop squirming and blacking out due to the lack of proper release.

“I asked a question, punks.” Lee’s nose flared.

I jerked back as I felt Grayson’s fingers behind me, trailing a spot on my pants.

“Coach, we were— he’s—”

Fuck.

My thighs clenched as his fingers slipped in. Heat rose on my face.

“Sissy does what he always does. Bitching about.” Trey looked between us like he’d sensed everything that was all wrong.

“Mind your business, Trey. We’re not spraying peanuts for birds yet.” I seethed with clenched teeth.

His smirk was replaced with a deep frown. “You dare say that again, fag.” Trey moved forward with a puffed chest.

“Cut it out, Trey.” Lee barked, placing a hand on Trey’s chest and shoving him back roughly.

Trey’s face squeezed in protest.

A chuckle escaped Grayson’s lips. He drove deeper into me.

“Williams, why are you shaking? What were both of you doing in my office?” Coach’s voice rang with furrowed brows and narrowed gaze.  

Sweat dropped from my face to the floor.

I just stared, mouth parted, head tilted as Grayson’s fingers devoured me.

“Coach.”

Lee’s eyes narrowed down to my curled toes, his demeanor shifting colder.  

“What are both of you hiding?”

“Coach, it’s—”

“He came in to complain about his position. I just taught him where he belonged.” Grayson cut me off casually, releasing my sore hole and snapping the elastic on my waist.

I jerked.

“That’s true, Coach. We did nothing else.” I breathed out, trying to force the words out without moaning them.

“Get lost. Both of you.” Coach snapped, stepping forward.

I ran. I didn’t look back. I just ran. I heard quieter footsteps behind me as I ran past Trey, whose glare would have sent me to hell and back, but I couldn’t give a damn.

Grayson’s footsteps paused at the doorway of the coach’s office. I still didn’t look. I just kept running, the heat in my skin calming down a little as cold air hit me. The party downstairs was over, so it was easy — I couldn’t let Echo and Natalie see me this way.

My phone buzzed as soon as I stopped outside the school. I retrieved it. A credit alert of ten thousand dollars.

Grayson definitely sent the money.  

For a moment I just hugged the phone, kissing it a million times. I just needed to give my body and such an amount would drop.

I was totally shameless about it. I could never mind as long as it was money. But a tiny thought crept in.

What does Grayson take me for? A gay bitch? I stared at the money wired into my account, my teeth bared. Was I that petite to him?

I shook my head as different thoughts flooded my mind. At least I won’t sell the bracelet now. It could be important some other time.

I didn’t stop till I reached my street. The darkness of the rough street enveloped me. I stumbled on shards of bottle and broken fighting sticks.

I was used to this. Chester would complain if I complained first.

Our apartment was supposed to be dark. Lights were supposed to be off. But the dim tiny red bulb from the front door made it clear — someone was in. My heart skipped at the thought of burglary.

What do they want to find in that empty house anyway? I rolled my eyes as I climbed up. The elevator had been broken since last year and the landlord kept making excuses. I sighed as I reached the last floor, my eyes checking the corners quietly for any odd movement.

I reached the crooked door. The inside was dark, just a little fire in the sitting room that burned my eyes as I pushed the door open.  

My eyes widened when I caught sight of the figure sitting beside the fire.

“Dad?” I raised my brow, taking slow, scared steps inside the heated room.

He was counting a bundle of cash, his face smiley as he turned.

Fuck. He was uglier than our front door.  

“What are you doing here, Chester?” I lowered my voice to the temperature of the room.

“What do you think, son? You weren’t expecting me?” Chester grinned, his teeth catching the light from the fire.

My fist shook at my side. My body boiled with something hotter than anger. I couldn’t even look at him for long.

“Yes. I wasn’t expecting you.” I clutched my phone tightly in my fist.

“The money.” He raised his eyes from the cash splayed on the floor again.

“You’re bailed already.” I hid my phone behind my back, my body betraying me with sudden lightheadedness.

“What? Can’t you give your father money? I need this just this once.” He stood up from the stool he’d been scratched down on the whole time.

I moved a step back.

He didn’t back down with his steps. He just kept coming closer and closer, and my legs didn’t stay fixed to the floor till I hit my back on the already hot wall.

“Dad.” I whispered with shaky breath.

He placed a hand at the side of my head, caging me entirely in his alcohol cologne.

I scrunched my nose upward. “Move.”

Chester’s calloused fingers trailed my chin slowly, disgustingly painful, as his lips curled up into a sadistic, proud smile.

“You’re rare, son. Pretty features, perfect blue eyes and mint hair. But a very bad mouth. Feisty little daddy’s boy.” He whispered, an inch away from me.

“What are you pointing at, Chester?” I slapped his hands off, jaw tightening, a bitter taste sitting low in my guts.

Everything was wrong with the way Chester was behaving. I could feel the wrongness in his words, even though they were dirty and stupid like he’d always been. I still felt strange. Like something was about to go south, and my intuition was always right.

Chester moved a step back, hands raised in smiling surrender.

“I won’t bother you more this night, son.” He walked to the broken desk by the corner of the room where I’d just noticed a clean white paper lying on it. No paper had ever been this white in this house.

I narrowed my eyes at Chester.

“What the hell is that? You took a loan?” I bared my teeth at him like a mad dog.

“Chill, son. This is far more interesting than bank loans.” He picked the paper up with two fingers, turning to me again. “This is a loan we never pay back.”

I took the paper from him with hesitation. The paper was ridiculously heavy, which only boosted my skepticism.

What the hell is this trash?

My eyes weaved through the document, going through a contract deal of over a trillion dollars for ten years each. The words and numbering were too fancy to be real.

“That’s a whole lot of money, Chester.” I whispered, fearing neighbors might sense something weird. “Where did you get this from?” My stomach jumped with something that wasn’t exactly excitement.

“Keep reading, boy.” Chester smiled proudly, like this was the most fatherly thing he’d ever done.

I let my eyes linger on his features for a whole five seconds. Then back to the contract. The bottom line was written boldly and shamelessly.

**THIS CONTRACT MARRIAGE BETWEEN CHESTER WILLIAMS & VIVIAN CALLOWAY VALID FOR 10 YEARS.**

My fingers froze on the paper. I felt as though my pulse transferred to the sheet because it literally started breathing. I reread the names. Maybe it was a mistake. A fucking mistake. Or better still a dream. But it wasn’t. That name — Vivian… my head spun as I tried to fight out the sudden nauseousness. The memory pinned me to the spot, the heat of the fire burning my eyes.

…Calloway. Grayson Calloway. My fucking ex-boyfriend. How the heck did this even manage to happen?

I stood there longer than I meant to, just staring at the names until the letters started to blur.

“Are you out of your mind?” I clenched my jaws, fingers digging into the paper.

“What? You looked happy seconds ago.” Chester said innocently, brows furrowed.

Right.  

I was — before it had to be my ex’s mom you were getting married to.  

I dared not say that out loud.

“You can’t, Chester. Something must be wrong somewhere.” I stammered, scared of how little my voice sounded.

“Nothing is wrong. We’re leaving tonight.” Chester’s tone was final, dismissive and so certain it made my blood coil.

“Dad!” I let my voice rise a little higher than it should.

“Explain.” He thundered, snatching the already squeezed paper out of my grip. “The contract is signed. You don’t have anything to pay for. Just live the soft life you’ve been craving. No stress. Any more word from you, another slap from me.”  

Chester’s smile had disappeared, replaced with a tight frown and disappointment.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I couldn’t even look at it. Just stared at Chester wrapping the money up into a brown paper bag.

“I’m not going with you.” I spoke out almost softly but with determination I wasn’t sure of.

“You are. You’re listed in the contract as family. The terms need you there.” Chester disclosed, half-heartedly and already disinterested.

“What?”

A bright Porsche light cast a hard, overwhelming light inside the room. My stomach dropped to my legs. I felt empty as I walked to the window to take a clearer view.

It wasn’t one car. They were two. I stood frozen. The room suddenly became cold.

“They’re here. We’re leaving in five.” Chester rustled papers from behind me.

It was true.  

I was really going to leave with my Grayson.  

The ex I’d just started to hate.