***Mature***
After being forced into a contract marriage, Dylan and Rosalie make a deal to have meaningless sex despite feeling nothing but hatred for each other. Will this deal brighten up their frustrated lives or will someone end up losing their...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The office was a large space with a huge glass window looking down at the city. A wooden desk was placed in the centre of the space on top of a shaggy, black rug. A large chair with wheels welcomed Rosalie as she settled on it, facing the two chairs placed on the opposite side. A black couch was present against the left wall with colourful cushions on it. Next to it was a small coffee table, adorning a large vase filled with fresh flowers. Rosalie demanded new flowers each day. She liked the colour they added to the room and admiring them always brought her a sense of calm.
Rosalie reached for the file staring at her from her desk. She flipped it open, skimming through the pages in search for the marked passage she was supposed to look at. She finally arrived at the clause that she had specifically added.
It stated that Dylan Pierce was not allowed to be unfaithful during the course of the year they were to remain married. Rosalie had added this because she had no intention of dealing with Dylan's terrible reputation and didn't want it to taint her own image, one that she had been careful to maintain. If, for any reason, Dylan was found cheating on her, it would result in the dissolution of the marriage automatically, and half of his shares in Pacific Oil would be transferred to Rosalie. Dylan had returned the contract with the addition that the same clause be applied to her as well. Rosalie wasn't happy about that, but she expected just as much. It was only fair.
She liked sex and wasn't ashamed to admit it, but she was sure that she could control her urges. One night stands were not something she usually indulged in. That had only started two weeks ago, when she finally made peace with her sealed fate and wanted to enjoy her last few days of freedom. She had had casual flings before, but avoided doing anything stupid that could tarnish her reputation. Not a big fan of commitments, she stayed away from relationships. Besides, her busy schedule never left any time for love.
She picked up the phone on her desk and called for her lawyer. After handing him the contract to check one last time before she signed it, she left to get on with her day.
Unfortunately for her, the day passed on quicker than she had anticipated and the time for her date was getting close. She sighed, looking at the time on her phone and called for her driver to take her home.
Plucking out a short, black, lace dress from her closet, she put it on and got ready for her meeting. Once she felt she looked presentable for the occasion, she headed out, driving herself to the fancy Italian restaurant her mother had picked. Upon entering, the staff instantly recognised her and a polite waiter led her to their table.
Dylan still hadn't arrived which was definitely a bad start to the night. Usually, she dined at one of the tables around the corner of the restaurant where no one could see her, but today's table was reserved right next to the window. She could always count on her mother to pick the proper way to show off. And tonight, Rosalie was supposed to show off her engagement.
She ordered herself a drink while she waited for her infamous fiancé to show up. Soon enough, she saw Dylan walk into the restaurant and ask the host to lead him to their table.
