6. The Contract Proposal II

I read through the content of the contract and I was bewildered. Is she crazy? The chosen candidate would be her personal guard for a year before they get married in the second year? What? Seriously? The candidate must live in her mansion over the chosen years, which happens to be three years. No physical touch unless necessary, foot massage every night? No payment until after three years, sleeping together in the same room but the man will take the floor! What! She's crazy! Does she need a slave or a fake husband? This woman is insane."

"Do you find the contract interesting, young man?" The strange woman's voice jerked me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see her staring down at me on the floor. I stood up with the papers I had picked up and handed them over to her.

"Isabella is crazy!" I said, and she burst into laughter. Suddenly, she stopped laughing and furrowed her face in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"You know Isabella?" she asked in a surprised tone, and I nodded