Filed To Story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
She tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to make any noise, but soon she stopped in front of the office door.
The door to the office didn’t close, leaving a gap. Through the gap, she saw a brightly lit room. Deacon was sitting in an office chair, a pen in one hand and a document in the other. He was holding cigarette between his long slender fingers and was smoking with a frown.
The blue smoke obscured his handsome face, but vaguely she could see his brows furrowed. He occasionally knocked the cigarette into the ashtray. The cigarette butts fell from the scarlet flames, covering the whole body in layers of hostility.
His ashtray was full of cigarette butts and he smoked a lot.
What’s the matter with him?
Was he in a bad mood?
Oriana could already feel the dull and suffocating atmosphere on his body, and thinking of the two of them struggling in the car, she planned to ignore him and go directly back to her room.
However, she turned around and went downstairs to make him a cup of coffee.
When she came to his office door again, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
After a while, his deep, masculine voice came from inside: “Come in.”
Oriana pushed open the door, went over, and set the coffee cup on the table.
Deacon’ large pen holding hand paused, his eyes narrowing at the coffee. Then he looked up at her, asking. “What is this?”
“Coffee. If you are really busy with work and need to stay up late, you should drink a cup of coffee. Quit smoking. Smoking is bad for your health, you smoked a lot. Oriana said.
Deacon dropped the pen in his hand and lazily leaned back in his chair. “Huh,” he pursed his lips. letting out a low laugh from the back of his throat.
“What do you want? Don’t you get tired of hanging around with different men and pleasing different men every day? Doesn’t that satisfy your sense of vanity?” Deacon asked.
What was he talking about?
Oriana’s slender eyelids trembled. She was kind enough to make him a cup of coffee, why did he humiliate her as if he had just eaten gunpowder?
“You’re not in a good mood right now, I won’t argue with you. Do your job. I’ll go out.” Oriana said and turned to leave.
Deacon reached out and flicked the coffee cup on the table.
Hot coffee splashed on Oriana’s thin white hand, and the back of her white hand immediately burned.red.
Of course, Deacon saw it too. He didn’t mean it, he just couldn’t stand her teasing him. Just now he stood on the balcony watching, she just got out of Marvin’s car and went into his office.
Seeing her hand now hot and red, his heart tightened, like his heart was grabbed by a big hand, very painful. Every breath he took made his heart ache.
The man’s dignity made it impossible for him to get up now to examine her burns. Deacon reached out his large hand, grabbed her slender wrist, and forcibly pulled her over.
Oriana directly fell onto his strong thighs.
Deacon pinched her small chin. Probably because of the pain, her white nose turned red and looked pitiful. He pursed his thin lips and scolded in a deep voice: “Take back your tears. It won’t work.”
Oriana’s clear eyes were covered with a layer of water, and she hid her hot red hands behind her back. Her little hand-sized face looked up at him. She asked, “Do you hate me that much?”
Deacon was stunned. So she thought that meant he hated her?
lle didn’t know that every time he saw her, he would get angry like she had done something bad to him before, sort of like… abandoning him. He was always conflicted when he treated her. Obviously, he’s attracted to her, but inside he kinda hates her, and thinks she’s not a good girl.
That’s why he could easily get on fire. As long as she and other male students were close, he wanted to anger her.
But now, seeing the tears in her eyes, he felt so miserable, he regretted saying it.
The feeling almost drove him crazy.
In Oriana’s eyes, his silence now seemed like tacit agreement. Biting her red lips with her white teeth, she whispered, “Although I don’t know why you hate me so much, but… I’m sorry, I’ll stay away from you from now on. Yes, that’s it. You don’t have to insult me every time you see me. Even though I don’t say it, my heart hurts a lot.”
At this point, Oriana moved, wanting to get up from his chest, “Let go of me, I want to go back to my room to rest.
Deacon suddenly took out a document and threw it on the table, “Sign it.”
Oriana lowered her eyes and looked at the document on the table, “What is this?”
Deacon pursed his thin lips, answering. “A support contract.”
Oriana’s bright pupils constricted, and she looked at him bewilderedly, “You want to… keep me?”
“Isn’t this what you want? I admit that your face is very attractive to me. You have gone to great lengths to climb into my bed, and now I will let you do so.”
“But you have to be clear. It’s just a sex trade between us, I’ll call you later if needed. On the same level, you can get all you want from me. Wealth, power, status, fame, I can give it all to you. But you have to follow the rules of the game. There’s an important condition, you are not allowed to have a close relationship with anyone except me. I’m a clean guy and I don’t want to share a woman with other people. Do you know what I mean?”
His sturdy fingers pinched her small jaw, and now he looked at her with a condescending attitude, as if she were already a commodity he could buy with money.
Oriana’s slender eyelashes fell silently, covering her beautiful eyes with a silhouette resembling a small brush. She slowly reached out her small hand, picked up the contract, and opened it.
He had so many demands on her, all bound by the contract. Oriana read some, “First, I’m not allowed to wear knee-length skirts. Second, I’ve to go home by eight. Third, no physical contact with any men is allowed, and Fourth, you can check my information…
Oriana’s slender willow-leaf brows furrowed, and she lifted her beautiful little face to look at the handsome face of the man, asking, “Do you need to check your mistress’s cell phone? I think you’re looking for a mistress by the standards of a wife.”
Deacon looked at her. Her eyes were clear and bright, she was recklessly laughing at him. He pressed down with his fingers, rough fingertips rubbing the delicate skin of her jaw twice. He didn’t know what she had eaten, but when she grew up, her skin was as white as milk and so smooth that it hurt his eyes.
“You just have to follow.” His voice was a bit h oar se.
Oriana continued reading the contract. She turned to the back, there were still different requirements for her, “Article 105, not to reveal the relationship between the two. Article 106, take every pill on time, and don’t get pregnant. Article 107, When the man is bored with this relationship or has a new love, the woman must not have anything to do with it and consciously leave.”
Oriana looked down. No, this contract makes 107 claims against her, and she has to keep silent about it. It’s a real foster deal, and it fits his usual authoritarian style, too.
Oriana took the contract, looked up at him, and playfully winked, “Why doesn’t this have an expiration date? How long do you want to sign me for? Three months, three years?
Deacon felt that she was very attractive right now, so he placed his large hand on her slim waist, easily lifting her up, letting her sit on his waist, “The duration… depends on the situation..”
“What’s the situation?” Oriana stretched her small arms around his neck. The situation in bed? We don’t really sleep in beds anyway. President Armstead is a businessman, and can’t make a loss. If I can take good care of you and serve you comfortably, Boss Armstead will probably not only keep me for three years, but if I don’t serve you well, Boss Armstead will probably only keep me for three days, right?”
Deacon was a grown man and normal, now that the two of them were face up, there was no need to pretend anymore.
He pinched her slim waist with his big hand, and looked at her with deep and straightforward eyes, “Yeah, so what? Even if I lock you up for three days, I won’t mistreat you.”
He has always been generous to women and Oriana believes in this.
Oriana pursed her red lips and stammered, “But…”
“But what?” From Deacon’s point of view, she approved of the relationship.
Oriana tilted her head, and replied. “But sometimes classes are very late at school, and I can’t guarantee that I’ll be home by eight o’clock every day.
The two were so close that Deacon could smell her sweet, feminine scent. He had smelled this scent on her before. Once he smelled it, he felt infatuated.
Deacon bullied her, placing his handsome face in her long hair. He closed his eyes, the image of Marvin holding her outside the bar still playing in his mind. He knew she wasn’t a good girl, but he still wanted her and even made a deal to restrain her.