THE HEAT BETWEEN MY LEGS

Silas’s compound was filled with men armed with guns, all dressed in black suits and with stern expressions on their faces.

“The boss has been expecting you,” one of the men said, as he led me into the gigantic mansion.

I looked around in awe. Silas Vance was indeed as wealthy as people rumored he was. His walls were decorated with paintings; he sure didn't seem like the art kind.

On his ceilings were chandeliers engraved with literal gold. The air, though it smelled of cigars, also smelled expensive.

As we reached the top floor, the man who had walked me here suddenly stopped. I turned to face him, a confused expression on my face, “Why did you stop?”

He clasped both of his hands before him as he spoke, “The boss doesn't allow anybody on this side of the mansion, but he had requested that you should be let in when you come.” He stretched his hand in the direction of Silas' bedroom, “The last door in this hall, knock on it.”

My gaze fell to his hips, and a cold shiver ran down my spine—in between his pants was a gun neatly tucked into it.

I looked downstairs at the other men who stood guard; they all bore guns. I struggled to maintain my composure. While the man still looked at me, I slowly turned around, and with trembling legs, I began to walk down the dimly lit hall.

“For Emma,” I quietly mumbled to myself, forcing myself to ignore the fear.

Soon I halted in front of the door. I tugged on my brown jacket and gently knocked on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again, and again, but nothing. I turned back to look at the man who had walked me here, but he had left.

Just as I considered walking away from the door, I heard a huge groan from within the bedroom; my brow raised, it was Silas' voice.

I immediately pressed my hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.

You know how people say curiosity kills the cat?

Well, believe it.

Because as I walked into the room, my gaze caught Silas on one of the couches in the bedroom; he was naked and masturbating.

I swallowed, heavy with shock.

My eyes unintentionally scanned his body; even under the red bedroom light, I could still see him clearly. His biceps were as hard as a rock, and his stomach had formed a six pack. He had the fittest build I had ever seen.

His teeth clenched tight, and his head flung back as another groan escaped his mouth. “Argh…umm…fuck..” he moaned as he began to stroke his erect dick even faster, his knuckles turned white from the grip, sweat dripped down his chest.

My gaze narrowed, how could a man's dick be so huge?

And the veins?

I sucked in a deep breath, I should leave, I was invading his privacy. I tried to turn around, but no matter how hard I wanted to, my body wouldn't comply.

Why was I watching another man masturbate?

“Ummm…fuck..!” His voice was strained. His breaths hitched, and his teeth clenched even tighter, “fuck…” a low gutteral vibration came from him as white sticky cum shot out of his dick and spread against his thigh and on his tiled floor.

A satisfied smile curled on his lips, he slowly looked up and his smile fell as his face caught mine.

I tried to swallow, but my throat felt like sandpaper. I tried to walk off, my legs grew heavy.

Silas's smile returned, “I was expecting you.” He reached for a box of tissues and pulled out a few to wipe himself up.

He stood up from his seat. I took a slow step back as he began to walk towards me, “Hello, pretty boy.”

“H…hello” I stuttered.

He drew close, too close. I took a step back until my back pressed against the wooden door, “What? Nervous?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous as he stood only a few inches away from me.

I struggled to maintain his gaze, struggling not to look down at his dick which was gently poking me.

“No,” my Adam's apple bobbed as I swallowed, “I didn't mean to walk in on you…I…” my voice trailed off.

A playful smirk curled on his lips. He placed his warm hands on my chin, the smell of fresh semen lingered.

I held my breath instantly.

His eyes swept down to my lips and then back at my eyes, “What? Were you hoping that I was getting off to you?”

My brow raised, “what? No.. I'm straight.”

He drew his lips closer to mine, his dick was poking so hard against me it could make a joke. “What if I say I was?”

His hand dropped down my chest, as his hand ran against my chest, all I could hear was our breathing.

My breath hitched as his finger found my nipple and flicked it. My brow pinched together, what was that feeling? It couldn't be pleasure, could it?

No, Silas was a man, he couldn't make me feel pleasure.

“Your nipples are hard,” he mumbled against my lips,“are you turned on?”

My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, “no!” I defended, “I'm just here to sign the contract and get the money.”

His palms slipped into mine and he placed it against his chest. Just then, I realized that he was oiled up. He ran my hands against his chest. I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was tighter, he used my hand to flick his left nipple.

His lips parted, his brows pinched together as a soft gasp of pleasure escaped from his mouth.

I finally managed to pull my hand away, my heart raced, but it wasn't fear, it was something else, something I couldn't quite place.

“You felt that, right? Hard? That's how hard your nipple was, hard…and probably very sensitive,”

“Please give me the contract,” I quickly cut in.

He smirked and walked away from me, “relax pretty boy, you are not my type, your body is, but nervous guys are not my type, they don't fuck the way I like.” He grabbed a file from a desk and turned to face me.

“Read through this and sign it.”

As I walked towards him, my legs wouldn't stop trembling. Avoiding his gaze, I grabbed the paper and began to read through it.

It said the marriage would last for 365 days.

There were four rules about this marriage.

I wasn't allowed to date other people because the public needed to believe it.

I wasn't allowed to tell any outsider about the contract, not even my family, and

I must live with him and act like I was deeply in love with him to sell the ruse.

Fourthly, I wasn't allowed to fall for him.

The last part didn't need to be added; there was no way I'd fall for a man.

My gaze caught a writing underneath the rules; it said that if I broke any of the rules I'd pay five times the money I was paid.

Five times? Where would I get the money for that?

Well…all I had to do was not break any of the rules…right?

Without hesitation, I grabbed the pen on the desk and signed it instantly. I placed the file on the table and turned to face him, “The money.”

He bit his lower lip as he grabbed the suitcase from the table and handed it to me, “You are a greedy pretty boy, aren't you?”

I grabbed the suitcase. If only he knew that the money was to save a life, but there was no need to tell him, he wasn't my real husband.

As I walked out, his voice shouted after me, “Be here by tomorrow evening with your belongings,if you aren't, my boys will come to find you.”

Without a word, I walked out.

Struggling to come to terms with the fact that I was married to a man.