Chapter 9

I didn’t know whether to laugh or get angry at what he said.

S&D?

Master?

Slave?

Me? He wanted to make me his slave?

What kind of twisted mind did this man have? We’re living in the modern world. Why the hell would he want to turn me into his personal slave?

“No. I won’t agree to what you want!” I protested. “I have my rights! My free will! You can’t force me into something I don’t want!”

He stared at me calmly and nodded.

“Fine. If that’s what you want.”

My forehead creased in confusion.

“Y-You’re okay with it?” I asked, surprised.

He nodded again. “You said you have your rights.”

I became even more confused. Just moments ago, he was insisting I had no choice but to agree. Now he was suddenly backing down?

“I’ll call your husband and let him pick you up. Along with the clothes you were wearing earlier.”

I froze at his words. My clothes from earlier?

I was practically naked when he took me.

I gasped. If Greg saw me looking like this, staying with Marco, he would definitely think something else was going on.

Marco stood up and took his phone from his pocket. I watched as he started dialing.

Was he really calling Greg?

My eyes widened. I quickly jumped off the bed and reached for his arm, but I couldn’t reach the phone—he was way too tall.

“Wait! Please! Don’t call him!” I said in a panic.

He just looked at me with a mocking grin.

I let out a squeak when he suddenly grabbed my waist and lifted me back onto the bed.

“Why? Change of mind?” he asked, that teasing smile still plastered on his face.

I tried to pull away, but his grip on my waist was firm.

“D-Don’t call my husband.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. For a second, I got nervous, thinking he was mad. But then he smirked again.

“Okay.”

He lowered his hand and wrapped both arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

“You agree to my deal?” His tone sounded more like a command than a question.

I tried pushing him away because our position was too embarrassing—his face was practically buried in my chest.

“Y-You said I had a choice, right?”

“You do have a choice.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine! But I’m the one who will set my own terms.”

He frowned a little, then shrugged.

“Okay. Whatever you want.”

He finally let me go.

I quickly climbed off the bed and fixed myself. Marco walked over to a cabinet, took out a bond paper and a ballpen, and placed them on the bed.

“Write your terms. I’ll have my lawyer add them to the contract.”

I let out a heavy sigh. All I wanted was to learn how to be more romantic with my husband. How did I end up in this mess?

It looked like I had no other choice.

I grabbed the paper and pen, brought them to the table by the window, and sat down to write my conditions.

‘No sexual intercourse.’

I still had a husband. I wasn’t ready to give myself to another man.

‘No forcing.’

‘Twenty minutes maximum.’

‘Call my husband every night.’

Those were the only things I could think of. I didn’t really know much about this kind of contract anyway.

When I was done, I handed the paper to Marco. He scanned it quickly, and one eyebrow shot up.

“No sexual intercourse?” he asked, amused.

“Yes. Why? Is that not allowed?”

He smirked. “I thought you wanted to learn about sex?”

“I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give my body to another man!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. It only annoyed me more.

“Fine. But I want one hour.”

My eyes widened. “One hour? Are you serious?!”

“The whole idea is about sex, but you don’t want us to actually do it. So I need more time to enjoy it properly. And we’ll do this for one year.”

I was stunned. “O-One year?” I stood up in shock. “I can’t do this for that long!”

“Then we’ll include sex.”

I swallowed hard. Being tied to him for a whole year? How would I explain that to Greg? What if Marco wanted me to stay here the entire time?

What would I even tell my husband?

“T-Two months! Fine! I’ll agree to two months!”

He didn’t budge. “With sex.”

“Ugh! Why are you doing this to me?!”

“It’s simple. I’ll agree… but we do it with sex.”

“I said no!”

“Then one year.”

I groaned in frustration. “Fine! But you’ll let me go home. We’ll follow a schedule.”

“I want every day.”

“Marco!”

“That, or sex.”

“I hate you!”

“I want you,” he said teasingly.

“Fine!” I snapped.

I had no choice but to accept his terms.

Better than letting him take my virginity.

“Pervert!” I added.

His grin widened. “Well… you’ll see just how much of a maniac I am tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow already?”

“Of course.”

“Whatever! I don’t have a choice anyway!” I retorted.

“Good that you know.” He leaned closer with a meaningful look. “And I promise you… you’ll want me too after a month.”

I rolled my eyes at him. As if that would ever happen.

Maybe.