What Is His Deal?

Of course this son of a rock would say something like this.

“Eh?”

“I know that I’m charming, but you can never break this confidion.”

“As if! Have you ever looked in the mirror?” I yelled at him, knowing damn well he did. The beauty of this man was like a grocery store’s new and untouched plastic bag.

It was me who couldn’t look into the mirror without cracking it.

“I’m sorry?”

“Yes! There’s no way in the world I could fail this confidition…” now I was the one laughing it.

“So, would you be ready to sign it?”

“I would like to see the contract first.” I crossed my arms around my chest and lifting my right eyebrow, I stared into him.

A short sigh left his lips like a cunami in the middle of the ocean, for no reason.

“Yes, of course.”

While I looked at the bar, through the darkness of this room to see what Brett was doing, surprisingly the contract appeared on the table.

I don’t know how he did it, maybe he was keeping it ready just in case he knew I’d say yes.

I felt like a used blanket, ‘am I so predictable?’

“Here, sign here and the deal is done.”

His look was a bit too confident, there must been a catch, so I decided to look at it myself.

“Part A must obey all the requirements of the part B-“ a smile made its way on itself when I read that part…’everything, eh…’

I kept reading it, “part A must fulfill all the wishes of the part B in exchange for the part B’s time.”

The contract was simple and easy, all I needed was to give him my time and I didn’t even see anything sexual being involved in it. I was ready.

Being too lazy and tired, I didn’t even bothered to read the rest or what was written in the small letters.

It’s always something meh, I didn’t care, whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t even important to remember.

“Where do I sign?” I asked him while I was done reading this unreasonable contract.

“Here, but give me your finger.”

It was a strange request, but I decided to follow his lead, “sure, take it.”

“Ouch!” I felt how a small, sharp pain went through my index finger, “blood?” I got confused.

“Could you place it on part B’s place?”

“S-sure…” it felt like I was signing my soul away into a sect.

It was a strange method of signing something, and I’m sure a lot of bailiffs companies would love that type of method too.

“There! Done!” He felt relaxed, “I will find you tomorrow at work. Don’t forget about me.”

As if would be hard enough to do so, every garbage on the street reminds me of you.

“Goodbye.”

And just like that, that son of a goat got up and left.

“Sigh…” the conversation seemed so short, but apparently it wasn’t.

Strangely, when I looked around, people were already leaving. I looked at the watch that was next to a bar, “4 am!?” I shouted. It was time to go.

I rushed into the dressing room, got changed and left the building.

On my way, counting my bucks felt amazing… I got paid for doing what I do every day at work, making funny remarks at my boss. But this time, I was paid to do so. “Life is great.”

I snuck into my house, and straight into my bed, In just a couple of hours, I was going to have to wake up.

*bbbrr*

“I swear down, if it beeps like this one more time, I will toss it through the window.”

“Good morning, darling, it’s time for work.”

My mom welcomed me with a morning kiss.

I opened my eyes completely, she was sitting in from of me. Her eyes seemed like it was exhausted from all the burned she had carried within herself.

The dry skin on her face was also another sign of her sickness, ‘just wait a little bit…’

“Mom, did the hospital call you?”

“Yes, I will need to go there tomorrow.”

“Okay, I will go with you.”

She let a long sigh out, “no need to, you have work to attend.”

Remembering yesterday’s conversation with that empty plastic bag, I didn’t need to worry, “I’ll come during my break.”

As she left, I took a quick shower to brighten my brain and prepare myself for this mental torture, “today is going to be easy…” I whispered to myself as I looked into the mirror again.

I was almost done ready getting ready, but a stingy pain in my index finger made me stop.

“What the hell?”

I looked down and saw that the exact same finger I have signed a contract with was dark red, turning blue and was taking half of the tip. “Did he perhaps put poison inside of it?” I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did, but I had to brush this idea away.

“Nevermind!” I continued with preparations.

I kissed my mom’s forehead and left the house, quite in a good mood, I wanted to smile.

People around me also looked happier than usual, “maybe something is in the air,” I smiled while putting my bag closer to me in case of theft.

My past mistakes weren't going to be repeated by the idiot me.

*beep* *beep*

That sound brought me back to reality, “what?” I yelled at the driver as I was going to punch his car with my bag.

“You’re moody today, get in!”

“The jerk!” I gritted my teeth, as I tried to compose myself to pretend like I wasn’t going to curse his next three generations.

“No, thank you, my legs work just fine.”

“Just get it, we have some unfinished business from yesterday!”

No idea what unfinished business he was talking about, but I had no intentions of getting late.

“No, thanks. I will be late.” I replied immediately.

“Did you forget that I’m the CEO? Get it!”

“Shit!” The jerk was right, “fine!”

I got inside his car, and murmured under my breath. I didn’t like the idea of being in the same car with him, what if my colleagues will see us? The last thing I wanted was rumors, “Ary- I…”

I turned to look at him, but he had a weird grimace on his face. He looked like someone who won a lottery, someone who was very pleased with himself.

“So… From today on, you’re officially my slave.”