Four Week Fiancé

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “And honestly, I’m not sure I care. This is everything I’ve been waiting for, Sally.”

 

 

“I don’t know, Mila.” She looked worried. “This all seems to have come out of nowhere. Just a couple of days ago, you were still hating each other. Shit, you were pretending you had a fake boyfriend.”

 

“Things are different now. TJ has the hots for me too.”

 

“Yeah, but a lot of guys have the hots for you, Mila.” She sighed. “It just seems fishy.”

 

“It’s not,” I said, though I wasn’t too sure of that fact.

 

Knock knock.

 

“Hello,” I said and looked towards the door.

 

“Hey, you.” TJ walked in and gave me a look, no smile on his face. “Hi, Sally.”

 

“TJ,” she said with a deep, unfriendly voice.

 

“I wanted to give this to you, Mila. To look over.” He walked over to me with a brown envelope in his hands.

 

“What is it?” I frowned as I took it from him.

 

“A contract,” he said simply. “Read it. We’ll discuss it later.”

 

“Okay,” I said and watched as he walked back out of the room. He closed the door gently and I looked back at Sally, who was frowning. “What?” I exclaimed.

 

“He just happened to have a contract with him?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Doesn’t that seem very suspicious?”

 

“I don’t know, Sally.” I sighed and held the envelope close to me. “I mean, what does he get out of it?”

 

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I mean, just be careful. You’ve had the hots for him for a long time. I don’t want you to get caught up in something you don’t really know anything about.”

 

“I know TJ. He’s been Cody’s best friend for years.”

 

“And I thought I knew Cody.” She shrugged. “I’ve been your best friend for years.”

 

“I’m sorry about Cody, Sally.” I reached out and patted her on the back. “He’s a jerk.”

 

“It is what it is.” She shrugged and took a deep breath. “Hey, I’m sorry for being a party-pooper, I’m excited for what’s going on with you and TJ. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

 

“I don’t want to get hurt either.”

 

“And you know what?”

 

“What?”

 

“You’re still a virgin.” She grinned. “The tip doesn’t count.”

 

“It was more than the tip.” I laughed.

 

“If his tongue didn’t count, one motion of his cock sure doesn’t.” She laughed. “Though, don’t quote me on that. I’m not an expert on these things.”

 

“Okay, I won’t.” I laughed and looked down at the envelope in my hands. “Should I open it now?”

 

“Duh.” She laughed and then stood up. “Though you should put more clothes on first. I feel like you’re trying to seduce me.”

 

“You wish.” I laughed and jumped up. “I’m going to shower and change, and then we can read it.”

 

“I can’t wait,” she said, a twinkle back in her eye. “I just hope it’s not all whips and chains and dark dungeons. I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at him the same way again.”

 

“Sally.” I just shook my head as I made my way to the shower, but I couldn’t stop myself from trembling. It hadn’t occurred to me that TJ’s kink was anything more than regular kink, but maybe that was why he had a contract. Maybe he really did have another side I knew nothing about. I closed the bathroom door behind me and closed my eyes as I grinned to myself. This weekend had gone even better than planned, and I knew I was ready for TJ—whips, chains, dungeons and all.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Seventeen

 

 

 

 

 

TJ

 

 

I walked out in the rain a few hours after I’d given her the contract because I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what she was thinking, and worrying if Sally was trying to convince her not to go ahead with it. I was also still pent up from not having fucked her. I’d been shocked when I’d found out she was a virgin. I still felt tense about the fact that she wanted me to take her virginity. Tense and proud. I wanted her badly, but I also wanted to stop myself from doing something that I shouldn't. I had been about to cross the line. I’d been inside of her. My mind had been so foggy, but I hadn’t wanted to continue. I hadn’t wanted to take her. Not then, not like that. I had to make sure I didn’t cross the line.