Sins Of His Touch
“The monster you’re talking about,” I muttered, my heart pounding furiously against my chest. “Let it out. I want to feel it,”
He smirked, the type that sent shivers down your spine. The type that warned you ‘never make a deal with the devil’ kind.
“Watch your tongue, darling,” His cold deep voice had its way of doing something to my stomach, especially when he laid threats. “I don't fuck like a gentleman. I also don't fuck like a monster,” he strides towards me, pinning his gaze on my body. “I fuck like the devil in your nightmares, and you’ll scream like I am your God.”
A contract relationship.
Signed by ink in words. It was supposed to be a contract, but it was a trap:
“Both parties expressly agree that this arrangement is strictly contractual in nature and devoid of any emotional or romantic involvement. Any demonstration of affection, emotional attachment, or behavior suggestive of romantic intent shall constitute a material breach of contract. Violation of this clause will result in immediate termination of the agreement, and the offending party shall forfeit all benefits, assets, or compensations received under this contract. This clause is non-negotiable and emphasized as a binding condition of the agreement.”
However, there was another; “Party A must be in a perfect health condition.”
***
Olivia Hayes is terminally ill and suffers from cancer. She has lived all her life prioritizing her mother’s health condition until one sentence shattered her dynamism;
“I’m sorry, Miss Hayes. The results confirm it is cancer.”
With her mother in a critical condition, she struggles to raise the funds for immediate treatment not until her encounter with Ezekiel Grayson, a cold heartless CEO offering a contract that could directly change her life… and destroy it forever.