Chapter Four

I glared hard at him, all traces of my arousal out of the window. 

“What?” He asked like I didn’t have any reason to be mad at him. 

“You ran a background check on me because of a one night stand?” I asked, anger evident in my voice

“Watch your tone boy” was all he said 

My irritation doubled. Who the hell does he think he is? 

“Tell me what tone you would be using if I ran a background check just because I wanted to fuck you” I said making sure my tone was harder than before. 

But he still had his face expressionless, staring between me and his wet dick. 

Motherfucker!

There’s no point talking to him, I picked up my pants, struggling to wear them in anger.

“What are you doing?” He asked, annoying me the more.

‘Getting out of here jerk’ was what I wanted to yell out but I chose to ignore the question like he’d ignore mine. 

Once in my pants I threw my shirt over my head and headed towards the double doors . 

“Five hundred dollars” he suddenly said, making me stop in my track 

“Five hundred dollars a week, your tuition and rent coverage and your sister’s surgery bills” 

“How do you know all that?” I asked, immediately realizing how stupid that sounded.

He ran a background check on you duh’

“I am not a sex escort!” I said with determination 

“Well I’m not asking you to be one” he said in the same fucking relaxed tone. 

I glared harder at him.

“All you have to do is be mine alone, your bills will all be taken care of while you get paid five hundred dollars a week for upkeep” he explained, the wine glass already in hand. 

“It’s the same fucking thing” I said with clenched teeth 

More angry at myself for even thinking about it instead telling to go fuck himself. 

“Call it what you choose but we both know you need this” he said, reminding me of everything I needed the money for. 

The dean’ s warning rang in my head, Siena’s surgery, my student loans he didn’t know of because they were taken under Josh’s name. 

I should take this, but a moral fraction of my brain screamed how wrong and dangerous this could turn out to be. 

“Here!” He said holding an envelope to my face

Where did that come from?

 “What’s that?” 

“A contract agreement” 

What?

“It includes every detail about this arrangement, go through it and sign under your name.” He explained, taking another sip of his drink while stroking his now limp dick. 

“I haven’t agree to this” I stated, staring at the envelope 

“But you will” he said confidently 

My eyes almost hurt. I glared harder at him.

“You have till 10pm tomorrow. Right in this room”

The nerve of him giving me an ultimatum!

“You can leave” he commanded, this time with an iced cold tone. 

******

“What?!” Josh exclaimed in disbelief as I filled him in the next morning 

“Do you like him though?” Josh asked after minutes of silence between us .

“It doesn’t matter” I stated clearly.

And it really doesn’t, it’s was pretty clear all William wanted was a fuck toy. What does it matter whether I like him or not?.

“It sure sounds like a good deal especially since exams starts in a week” 

“Six days” I corrected  “I should probably just sign the fucking contract” I forced out standing from Josh’s bed where we both sat.

He raised a concern eyebrow “Not if you don’t want to though”he said clearly not wanting me to feel forced

But deep down somewhere, I knew I wasn't feeling firced¦ I mean I could definitely have sex with him. 

I already imagined him fucking me in a lot of different positions. So it  wasn’t about the sex like he was thinking.

“It’s just alarming how fast he got my background information” I suddenly said, determining that it takes a certain level of connection or illegal activity to run a background check that fast.

Josh shrugged, running his hand through his black curls like he always do when he was unsure of something. 

“He was probably making sure you aren’t a threat or something” he said 

“You could just ignore him if you’re unsure, and we look for another way to get your tuition” Josh said reassuringly.

Only that it wasn't so reassuring, because I knew there was no way I could cover my tuition in two days unless Santa was gonna come in the middle of June. 

“I’ll sign it, that’s just the quickest and possible option” I determined, which seemed to make a grin grow on Josh’s lips.

“And you want to fuck him?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I do not€¦.” I tried to say but met my best friend’s shit eating grin growing wider that I couldn’t help but smile along.

“fuck off” I throwing him a playful glare.

“Oh c’mon Ivan, I know that smile too well. Now get the contract so we get read through together” he said with a genuine smile. 

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed with wide eyes 

Josh’s eyeballs were double its usual size as we both glanced through the contract. 

It was a long listt but among the shocking ones read:

-Bottom must dye his hair blonde and is to keep it that way until the end of the contract.

-bottom must be into dom-sub.

-bottom is not to make any changes any part of his body unless authorized by Top.

-a breach in this contract attracts the sum of a $350,000 or five years jail time. 

Well good thing I already was into dom-sub  fantasy but what the fuck did he mean I’d have to dye my hair blonde???

Josh sighed tiredly “ you could negotiate the hair part with him, maybe add a few adjustments to the contract” he suggested. 

“Yes, I’ll do just that because there’s no way I’m dying my hair” I stated firmly. 

****

“No way I’m touching my hair” 

I chanted as I rode the elevator  to the highest floor. 

William was alone when I pushed the door open.

He looked straight at his wrist lifting his eyes back up “Right on time”  he said, sitting up from the couch, a rolled blunt in one hand and a glass of whiskey on the other. 

“Can I make adjustments to these rules?” I asked, raising the piece of paper up.

William studied me for  almost a minute before answering. 

“Depends” 

       Great

“I can’t dye my hair” I started immediately 

“Not negotiable” he said coldly.

“Everyother thing is fine by me except that, my hair is flexible and I do not want it ruined” I lied, praying he would buy it. 

“Not negotiable” he repeated,  firmer this time.

He sat up, placed the blunt in a glass plate I hadn’t noticed was there before. 

“You have to dye your hair blonde, that’s the most important part of the contract. Now are you in or out?” He said. 

His tone was not just cold but carried a firm warning. He wasn’t going to let it go no matter what I say. 

My brown hair was the one and only feature I was sure I  got from my mom. 

 â€¦ not that I knew much about her, but her hair was the same dark brown as mine in the old picture I saw in the orphanage.

....a blurry passport photograph attached to our adoption plan.

    According to the documents, she had given Sienna and I away for adoption because she had leukemia, terminal stage. 

A disease my sister now suffers from.

My hair was not the only part of mom I have left but Sienna is the biggest part of her left with me and I must protect her even if it meant dying my precious hair blonde. 

“I’m in” I stated, breaking the  silence between us 

 I picked up the pen on the table and put down my signature boldly. 

“Good boy”  he said 

The praise somehow lit up an electrifying spark in my pants even though I wanted to hate him right now. 

He unbuckled his belt. “Now come finish what you started last night”