Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

I stared at the document in my hands. Slowly, I opened it–I hadn’t even realized I was holding in a breath.

I skipped the introduction and began:

“This is an agreement between the ‘contractee‘ hane Blackwood) and the ‘contractor‘ (Riley Kaidon).”

I paused, about to ask how he knew my full name, but after one look at those cold eyes, I continued. “The duration of this contract is a year (twelve months), if agreed by both parties.” I paused again. “A year is more than I can handle I whispered. A lot could happen in a year. The thought that he would have control over me for a whole year sent a chill down my spine. I never really considered what would happen if this went all wrong and things could easily ‘very wrong“. “Three months,” I say, and I hated how shaky my voice sounded.

His jaw tightened; it was such a small movement, but I noticed it. Thane didn’t like the fact that I was bargaining; I knew what was written down was only there to make me feel like I had a choice–a say in this, even if I didn’t.

“Nine months,” he says, and maybe I should give in.

“Six months,” I said instead.

The small smirk on his lips wasn’t at all settling.

Agreed. Move on”

I nodded, my hands shaky, and the moisture from my sweaty palm soaked the paper. He noticed this; I knew he did. It was a surprise he agreed to reduce the time span- I shouldn’t stretch my luck any further.

is not allowed to reject any gifts from the contractee, and adding to that, the

contractor is not allowed to be sexually intimate with anyone not approved by the

sounded strange. Still,

requested, and in return, the

pages, feeling the blush creep up my neck. I wondered how long he had been planning this out; it must

thought I had seen it all, the statement in the

shall not break this contract for any reason else;

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the contractee In any way he seems fit.”

no surprise, but this was beyond even my expectations. Alpha Thane had habit of surprising people, and I did not. mean

punish me?”

the rules, Yes,” he answered–again, like that was the

answer.

heart slammed faster against my chest. A pen lay beside the file, one he had placed there

do not agree to this, if I do not want

you walk out that door, free.”

I know you would let me leave? Surely you wouldn’t go through all the fuss

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