Chapter 3

Caroline

If getting married for a year could make me return to school, If it could change my life, our life around, then I should do it.

I don't even have to love him. It's a contractual marriage anyway. We don't have to act intimate, we just need to live under the same roof and act like one while I bear the stranger's last name for a year.

It doesn't sound so bad.

"I'll do it, mum. I will get married to Richard Trenton," she smiled and I smiled back at her.

I wasn't sure if I truly wanted this or not, but it was certain I wanted the money.

The night alone on my teenage bed was nostalgic. It was filled with memories of when I was a teen and I would turn around for a very long time, finding it hard to fall asleep even after bedtime.

But now, it seems different as I could feel myself moving closer to the verge of slumber with my eyelids getting heavy by the time and soon, I fell asleep.

****

The journey back to my apartment wasn't so exhausting but it sure was weird with the thoughts of my new neighbour.

The sassy one.

A few weeks had passed and now, I have gotten entwined with my sassy neighbour. Although, she seems forward and always down to business but in some ways, she was the type of a friend I needed in my introverted life.

I stared at the dress she had given me to put on and back at her before speaking.

"You're definitely not making me wear this!" I ascertained.

I don't understand if she had already gotten a glimpse of the kind of person I am or still trying to bypass that.

"The fuck I'm not wearing this, my friend," I said again.

"How about this?" She asked again, bringing out a mini gown which could barely fit or even cover me up. I looked at her as though she was flying and needed to be catapulted down.

Thinking how we got this close was beyond me and now, we're going out and I'm about to wear her dress. A skimpy dress to be precise.

In that short period of time, there was little to nothing she doesn't know about me. Even though there seems to be quite a bit of what I do not know about her.

I wasn't bothered anyway. I would gladly open up my flaws to her until she feels comfortable doing the same.

A dress I'm most definitely certain I could end up not putting on.

Back to when I got here.

After hearing and accepting the news about my marriage, I travelled back to my place since my dad would sign the contract and we'd get married a month after. A thing I just cannot be prepared for.

I wasn't meant to meet my to be husband until during our wedding and I wasn't bothered. It's a contractual marriage after all.

I wanted to come back here to have fun and Clara to me seem to be good at that. Except that, she was beyond that__she's as well crazy.

Protesting doesn't work with her. She doesn't take 'no' for an answer which gave her a way, one way or the other and in a few days we got close. Although, she still calls me 'Carol'.

I haven't grown used to that, but I could overlook a few calls before I get upset.

She told me about a strip club that had just opened in town and that the bouncers there take no charges.

I haven't ever been to one. I in fact do not have friends or the time to explore the world or get wild but wearing this dress and going to a strip club wasn't close to a definition of being wild to me.

In my words, being wild is painting something erotic, reading about some nasty girls' shit, going on a brunch date with a walking sexual fantasy guy or even N*****x and chill with myself.

She called that; the story of my life__boring.

"How about this?" she asked me again and I looked at her with uncertainty.

I was considering it since it looked a little less slutty than the previous ones, but I was still not sure if I wanted the Megan thee Stallion vibe.

"Try it on!" she unbuttoned my jean trouser and pulled my top over my head.

She was about to unhook my bra when I stopped her.

"I'm not taking this off," I wasn't sure if I was shy or wasn't ready to put on a dress without my bra.

"You want a bra in a strapless dress?" she asked, chuckling in between words.

"If it doesn't hurt Michigan, I can," I replied and she scoffed.

"You're not thinking I'm in any way interested in your melons, are you?" she rested her hands on her waist. "If you are, you're most likely to end up in a coma, my friend. Delusional! I'm straight, you know. I love me a hot guy with a thick huge penis with veins as a cord on its sides. I want me a womb shifter, baby," she said, winking and laughing out loud.

"Oh my God, Carol. You should see your face," she said still laughing hard.  "That's what I like though,"

"You're exceptionally crazy," I said as I scoffed at her manners.

I took my hands to my back and unclasped my bra, letting my bra fall to the ground and my breast sprung out of its fold.

You wouldn't know the freedom you attain without the bra on until you have it off.

"OMG. That's some huge melons right there," she teased handing the dress to me.

"You talk a lot," I ascertained but she looked at me, stating that she could care less.

"Get me a hottie and see how well I do that," she replied nonchalantly with a smirk and I eyed her.

The dress fits perfectly well although most of the back was exposed, covering just my butt which still wasn't doing that right.

It's a tiny hand dress with its front revealing most of my cleavage. I looked at her, shaking my head before walking to the mirror, causing me to instantly know this wasn't for me.

It hugged my little curves so tightly like I was sketched or highlighted. I don't like that. It calls for too much attention. I don't like too much attention but this dress professes nothing but hey you! look at me over here and feed your eyes this type of vibe.

"This is the one!" she affirmed, packing back the remains of her clothes that were on the floor.

"How could you even own a dress like this?" I asked with a questioning look sitting pretty across my surprised face.

"We visit a lot of clubs in town back then when I was at the dorm. You wouldn't expect me to dress like a nun to a club, Carol,"

"How were you even able to go out?"

"Let me tell you something funny. My parents think, staying off would be better," she explained with a smirk.

"They made a grave mistake,"

"I know, right?" she answered.

"But girl, I'm not putting this on," I was taking it off when she stopped me.

"In fact, you're never taking this off even before we leave!"

Fast forward to the strip club.

News.

I ended up wearing that exact dress.

Walking inside made me realize how covered up I was. Ladies jiggling their half-covered butts walked at every corner.

The music was buzzing really loud. It was so loud that I could barely hear my voice.

"Why is it so loud in here?" I yelled in her left ear with my hands retreating from pulling the dress down to covering my ears.

"We came to a club, Carol. Not a funeral," she yelled back.

Oh goodness, this is not me!

"Hey, sexy," a drunk lad said as he walked by with his drunk girlfriend pulling him away.

"She's not your catch. Go on with your Steve Harvey catch," Clara said to him but I doubt if he heard any of that.

"Let me show you something more interesting," I knew I wasn't interested in anything interesting in here except getting the fuck back in my condo.

She pulled me upstairs.

"We would have the view to ourselves up here,"

It was less crowded up here but the music was buzzing louder than it was downstairs.

I looked down, resting on the railings but the view shocked the high school Halloween out of me.

"What in the..." I couldn't end my words.

"You like what you see?" Clara asked, dancing to the music.

I wasn't having fun. No, this wasn't what I wanted to explore. Not what I was dying to see.

Three men, owning the stage with no clothes on, butt naked.

I watched as the three men lurked around different polls, naked with their cock sticking out like Eiffel Tower.

They danced seductively, winking from time to time at ladies or men, just anyone that looked their way.

Despite the way I felt, I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks. How they all had it that huge.

"No, Clara. I don't like what I see. I'd just go to the restroom. Which way is it?" I shouted and now, my throat hurts.

"Just ask the bouncer," she yelled back. Clara on the other hand was having the best time. A blast!

I asked a bouncer, one that flexed his muscle at every question you ask but seem to be unconcerned about everything going on in here. He was probably used to it or was just not interested.

"Thank you," I said even though I didn't get his description over the loud music.

I used my discretion and opened a door on the left. As I closed it, it seemed to have suppressed the loud music and I could finally feel my ears.

I slapped on it a few times to make sure I haven't lost my ears to the world.

I walked down the hallway and saw an inscription on the door 'Restroom' with no precise indication whether it was for 'female' or 'male'.

I unlocked the door and the sight that greeted my eyes took my heart away.

An intense fucking was going on.

A lady was bent over the sink in front of the mirror and a man went in and out of her, his full focus was on her butt.

I stood there unable to move with my mouth wide open. This was raw. Too raw for me to take in.

The man looked up from the mirror looking straight at me through it.

I took in his face.

He looked so familiar.

I was going to blink and look away when reality dawned on me and the horror that filled me after realizing who he was almost gave me a heart attack.

He was still gawking at me through the mirror, not stopping, not pulling out, but pulling hard on the girl's hair, earning a loud moan.

He didn't take his eyes off me, and neither did I.

He smirked. He was having fun.

I stared at him, I stared hard at this man.

This man was my husband-to-be, Richard Trenton. The one I am getting married to in a month or less.

I tried to move backwards and leave like nothing happened like I hadn't seen anything, but I couldn't unsee this. I couldn't unhear their voices, how annoying her moans sounded in my ears.

He didn't stop and just continued with his business like I wasn't there looking at him.

I tried a few times to look away and get the hell out of the horny atmosphere but my legs seem to be working against me.

"You could join instead of staying back as an audience," he said to my reflection in the mirror and I was stunned at how intense this young man’s gaze currently is, coupled with how extremely stunning he was in person. I couldn’t believe that this person, who looked like he only wanted a girl to take home tonight for some fun, was the person I was supposed to get married to.