The Hidden Queen
The wedding's in half an hour, and my fiancé's assistant, this woman, just hands me this paper.
Rule number one: No physical contact with him outside, not unless he explicitly permits it.
Rule number two: Intimacy is to occur only when he initiates it. She is obligated to satisfy his desires at least once a month.
Rule number three: He can demand his due at any time, any place, and she cannot refuse.
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After I finished reading this entire two-page contract, I had to fight to keep a smile on my face.
Swallowing the fire in my gut, I called my fiancé.
"Marcus, what the hell is this?"
"What do you mean, 'If he fathers a child, she must raise it, no matter who the mother is'?"