***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...
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Dylan and Rosalie had finally started to get along. Things between them had improved exponentially during the past few weeks. They didn't mind spending time together and even looked forward to each other's company. Most nights, they had dinner together.
Rosalie still made sure she followed all the rules, but even she had to admit, spending time with Dylan was probably the highlight of her day. Anyone who didn't know any better would assume they were a regular, married couple.
Dylan was starting to develop feelings for Rosalie. Spending so much time with her had made him see why everyone automatically liked her so much. She was kind and gentle but also funny and witty. She had checked up on his leg every day until it was completely healed and even helped change the bandage. At the same time, she still refused to sleep in the same bed as him.
He had also noticed a new vase on his desk which was filled with new flowers everyday. He could only assume it was Rosalie who had asked the housekeeper to do it whenever he left the house.
All the arguments and fights they used to have were now replaced by flirtatious banter. One day, they had gotten in an argument over who was a better business-person and finally decided to settle it with a game of monopoly.
Rosalie had flipped the board, after flipping out herself, when she realised she was losing. She stormed out yelling profanities at Dylan, screaming how he had cheated and stolen money from the bank. Dylan couldn't stop laughing at her tantrum. He had stolen the money, taking out a five hundred note from the bank each time he had to take a hundred, but he was never going to admit it.
Even though Dylan didn't even constitute that as a fight, she had locked herself in her room that night and refused to talk to him the next day. She vowed to never play another board game with him again. Eventually, he wasn't left with a choice and had to come clean.
Rosalie had been at work for the past forty-eight hours. She was busy planning a deal with the city to be their sole supplier of electricity. It was a huge contract that even her father hadn't been able to land yet. Today, she had finally been successful and her sleepless nights had finally paid off. The moment she got the news, she immediately texted Dylan to let him know.
Rosalie: Scored the contract!!
He replied almost immediately.
Dylan: That's amazing. Congratulations!
Rosalie: Thanks! Where r u?
It was a Saturday, so she expected him to be home.
Dylan: Home with the boys. Why?
Instead of replying, Rosalie decided to head home. She was high on caffeine and excitement. Even though her body was tired, her brain was alive and firing impulses with the speed of light. On her way, she picked up a large pizza for Dylan's friends.
When she arrived back home, she could hear noises coming from the living room. It sounded like they were all playing a video game. Her entrance into the living room went unnoticed because all five of them were deeply focused on the TV screen.
"Hey, boys. I brought pizza," she shouted over their incessant yelling.
That was enough to catch their attention. They finally paused their game and turned around to greet her. She heard a few heys and hellos as Ian walked over and took the pizza from her hands.
"You're the best, Rosalie," he said as he took the pizza back to the coffee table in front of the couch. Everyone except Dylan dug in who just stared at Rosalie and smiled.
Rosalie amusingly rolled her eyes at him and went to her room. After taking a quick shower, she dressed into a pair of shorts with an oversized crop top. She turned out the lights of her room and got into bed to sleep off all the tiredness.
Unfortunately, sleep did not come. She spent at least an hour tossing and turning but her mind refused to let her succumb to the darkness. The sounds from the living room had also died down by now, indicating that everyone had left. Eventually, she gave up on trying to sleep and went downstairs to look for Dylan.
He had a bottle of beer in his hand and was busy watching a soccer game. He turned around to look at Rosalie the moment she entered the room.
"Hey, I thought you were tired and went to bed. That's why I sent everyone home," he looked at her with concern.
Rosalie still hadn't moved from where she stood. Her blank expression didn't change at Dylan's words. She looked straight into his eyes and spoke.
