Contractually Yours のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Jem's POV While I was still like that, the car suddenly started, and Shark drove off immediately. At that moment, Dante looked away slowly and went back to what he was doing on his tablet. He didn’t say a single word, still wearing that serious, dangerous, and intimidating expression on his face. Once I was very certain that he wasn’t looking at me anymore, I slowly looked away from the window and tilted my head forward. That was when I suddenly caught Shark’s eyes on me. Shark was staring at me through the rearview mirror, and there was a small, gentle smile at the corner of his lips. He held my gaze for a few more seconds before eventually looking away and focusing back on the road ahead. I was confused by that smile. And in that moment, I suddenly felt trapped in the car. I couldn’t look toward Dante again. I was scared he would catch me this time, so I stayed still and froze throughout the ride until we arrived in front of Dante’s mansion and the car slowed down. I di

Jem's POV I froze in place at Mara’s words. Shock hit me instantly. I couldn’t believe she was lying like that… right in front of me. My eyes flew open, and my head snapped toward her without thinking. Anger rose so fast inside me that for a second, I almost tried to force myself down from Dante’s arms. I wanted to run at her, grab her, and demand the truth. I wanted to shake her until she stopped lying. But then, just as quickly, something else stopped me. I thought about everything again—how I had believed her without questioning it, how I had gone to the hospital and caused a whole scene, and how I had even raised my hand and hit Dante, all because of what I thought I knew. The anger in me started to fade slowly, replaced by something heavier, something harder to ignore. Because the truth was, it wasn’t entirely her fault. Yes, she lied to me about Dante, but I was the one who chose to believe her so easily. I was the one who didn’t stop to think, who acted without understa

Jem's POV While I was still seated on the bed, completely scared and unable to calm myself, then there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound cut through my thoughts immediately, making my body tense all over again. Dante however didn't bulge. He simply turned around and walked toward the door, leaving me exactly where I was. I didn’t move. I just sat there and watched him walk away, my mind still spinning over everything he had told me to do. When Dante reached the door and opened it, Shark was standing there. “I don’t need anything, Shark… what do you want?” Dante said sharply, his voice rushed and slightly impatient, like he didn’t want to be disturbed at all. Shark didn’t hesitate, he spoke up immediately, “Boss, it’s Mr. Johnson… your lawyer. He’s here, boss.” The moment Dante heard this, something in his expression shifted. He looked surprised for a brief second, then almost amused. Without wasting time, he replied, “Bring him in.” “Yes, Boss,” Shark said, bowing hi

Jem's POV I kept walking, but every step felt heavier than the last. My body moved, but my mind was still stuck behind me, stuck on Dante. I kept turning my head repeatedly, glancing back at him as if he might suddenly change his mind or laugh and tell me it was all a joke. But Dante didn’t change. He followed slowly behind me with that same calm expression, almost indifferent, like none of this required effort from him at all. He was smiling faintly. That was the part that scared me the most. It wasn’t a loud or cruel smile. It was controlled, quiet, and certain. Like he already knew how everything would end before I even stepped into it. My feet finally crossed the bathroom threshold, and the door closed softly behind us. The sound of it locking into place echoed louder than it should have, and I felt my chest tighten instantly. Dante’s bathroom is large and magnificent. Though this wasn’t the first time I was stepping into his bathroom, it still felt different—like ever

Jem's POV At this point, my mind began to scream at me to move, to stop this, to push him away, but my body felt frozen under the weight of his presence. Dante stayed close, watching me carefully, as if studying every reaction I made. His voice came low and steady, calm in a way that made everything worse. “Look at you,” he said quietly. “You keep saying no, but your body is telling a completely different story.” I shook my head weakly, trying to deny it, trying to pull myself together, but even that felt difficult. And in that same instant, Dante grabbed my cock again, this time around, it was completely rough and firm. I groaned and slammed my hands against his shoulders to steady myself. And before I could catch my breath, he started moving his hands around my length in a slow, deliberate manner, like he already knew exactly how to break me. He didn’t rush. He never rushed. That was what made it worse. “You’re confused,” he continued, his tone almost patient now, bu