Chapter 2: The contract

Untill we reached our unit, it was a sad story to share on the 'how' details but we were arguing the whole way.

"And now I'm the bad guy?" I asked, irritated. Like what the hell? We've just gotten inside!, Give me a break, dude!

"Why is it so hard for you to celebrate your birthday at school? With people other than me?" He asked and I paused half undressing the school uniform.

"... Because it's a school, Chris! And I hate everyone there" I justified myself with a shrug.

"More lies! You just don't want people to know about us!"

"Then, tell me Chris... Whom will I introduce you to? Who's going to come to my party?... I don't have any friends there!"

"Well you could if you wanted to!" He bit the words. Going to do the same on the other side of his closet. Undressing.

"Ooh, yeah? You think I love being a loner? You think I never tried making friends? Hell, you were there every step of the way, You of all people should know that...!" I shouted with tears brimming in my eyes. Throwing my shirt and skirt in the bin in frustration.

With Chris...my tears were my big guns.

"Ohh, fuck!" He cursed running to pull me in his embrace.

"I'm sorry, don't cry baby..., I just hate seeing you alone at school when you aren't with me...everytime you come to watch me play. You sit all alone. It kills me" He explained, rubbing me up and down my back soothingly.

"Let's just go wash up so I can apply medicine on your leg...I even bought some pain meds just in case" I suggested, pushing him away. Wiping away my tears.

"Cute!" He cooed, pinching my small nose. "Thanks but, I wanna do it myself" He said tenderly before kissing my nose while pinching it between his index and the next finger.

"Let go, boy! I need to get myself to the toilet" I yelled in a nasal voice before slapping his hand away from my nose. He laughed at my reaction.

And just like that we were past our fight.

We lived in a single room, bathrooms were outside the rooms. And he took it as his duty to wait for me when I go to use the toilets at night. Always.

Now, that's what's sweet.

We took like an hour to freshen up. I then went to reheat the food when I felt him behind me even before his hands came in contact with my waist.

"Have you applied the ointment, already?" I asked in my most no nonsense voice.

"Yes, ma'am" He replied, nuzzling on my neck. Tickling me.

"And the pain meds?" I asked again, avoiding him on my sensitive spots. Which he only replied with a hum.

"Can you stop it already?" I told him off with a shove.

"Beatrice" He called for me with a low rumble, nipping on my sensitive skin again and again doing things to my body that words can't explain.

"Yes" I replied with a moan.

"Thank you" He said, trailing kisses all over my shoulders.

"For what?" I asked breathlessly, turning the gas stove off.

"For being my girlfriend... For being here with me, now....Fuck! For everything!" He then turned me to him where he captured my lips just as fast for a deep kiss with teeth and tongues...

"Can we eat now?" I asked, panting for breath after the kiss.

"Later darling baby, I need you now!" He explained before kissing me senselessly once again, pushing me with him till we fell on the bed.

At first he was on top but then he tugged on me with a groan and I knew what he needed. Me on top. And I obliged with pleasure.

I love it how he inflames me with his touches and bites.

He was in my pants in seconds after I went to straddle him making sure not to knock him dead with my weight... He held my butt cheeks tightly in his big hands while he make love to my mouth and he made sure my c*nt was grinding on his c*ck in a dance we both came to love and cherish. Suddenly, the phone chimed getting us out of our fever.

"A message" I said breaking the kiss.

"Not important" He said angling me back down on his face for a kiss.

"Are you sure?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. My hands still under his head.

"Everyone knows that I hate night calls and texts!... Nights are my time with you" He said, nibbling on my lower lip, in hopes of resuming our dance when the phone dinged again. And that was it!

"You should at least look into it" I told him as I got off him to grab his phone from the charger.

I went to serve the heated food on our plates so we could eat. But, Just when I was halfway through, I heard him Laughing and cheering.

"What's up with you? Are we less on mentality meds?" I teased, handing him his plate.

"Maybe we are gonna stock them full..." He said mysteriously, with a smile on his face.

"Are we rich and I never knew?" I asked, half joking.

"We are going to be" He said, leaving me hanging before suggest that we pray for the food.

"Talk about money..., I think we should have a health insurance, how do you see it?" I suggested while I ate.

"When?" Asked Chris after some time.

"Soon as possible..." I replied and he nod thoughtfully.

"How much do you still have on your account?"

"Enough to afford them, actually" I lied through my teeth.

"Don't use that money, I'll think of something" He said digging into his own food.

"Chris..."

"And before you start nagging... I have some money, somewhere...we can use that" He defended himself vaguely.

"Where Chris?" I pressed and he just shrugged.

"Can we eat in peace?" He asked with an helpless sigh.

***

After the meal he went to wash the dishes while I was preparing the bed for the night.

When he got back, I Was already deep in my studies so he couldn't get a word in and went to play with his phone.

Though I could see he had something eating him up on the inside. He respects my schedules like that.

We stayed like that for two hours straight before it was my time to sleep.

"Are you done with studying?" He asked when I closed my books and placed them neatly on our mini shelf, that he built specially for me.

"Yeah, you needed something?" I asked expectantly, pushing my glasses up to look at him clearly.

He just threw his phone to me as an answer, without saying anything further.

"What is it?" I asked, anxiously.

He only does that when the situation is hard to explain. Which I might or not like whatever I'd get to see in there.

"Read the texts, darling baby" He said, hesitantly. Making my stomach flip, in a worst way.

I had no options but to look at his already opened chats with his coach from earlier.

I froze when I saw the first two recent texts from his coach.

'You got the potential, kid. They saw all that and they want you on their team.

I suggest you sign the contract'

'Imagine all that money and glory'

"What contract, Chris?" I asked, even though I had the answer already.

"I'm signing it Beatrice, don't say no, please..." He pleaded, earnestly begging me to understand him. And I did. But....

"You hate playing football" I stated the all year around obvious truth, frustratedly.

"All our dreams will come true from this, Beatrice, plus it's fast and easy money...why not just take it?" He explained, ignoring my comment.

"Is it because of what I said earlier?" I asked in a soft whisper.

"No!...The texts came way before all that" He said in a panic.

"But, you won't be happy!" I stressed the words with clenched hands and teeth.

He must've noticed that, as in a flash... I felt his hands on mine.

"Baby, darling wife...My beautiful candy Beatrice, I can support you, Us...I can even start my own carpentry shop after this, what do you say? Mmh?" He asked, hopefully.

"How long?" I asked softly.

We both knew I couldn't and would never say no to him, when he gets like that.

"Huh?" He asked confused.

"How long are you going to be bound by this contract?" I asked again.

"I don't know for sure...The coach only said 'One season', Can be three to four months" He answered truthfully, squeezing my hands.

"Which team?" I asked again just in case I'd know them.

"The best FC" He answered with a teasing smile. As expected of a 'nerd'..., I never heard of the team in my life before that day.

"When are you gonna start playing for them?" I asked after I cleared my throat in embarrassment.

"After the exams" He said, moving closer to me.

"Tell me what you really feel about this. Don't just stay mute like this..." He whispered in the silence of the room.

"I'll never hold you back. I'll always be your #1 fan. I'll always support your decisions. I'll always stay by you....I'll always be your best friend above all else" I recited our vows from when we were kids, making him laugh with a 'childish' scoff my way. But, I knew he was touched.

"I really wish to kiss you right now" He informed me with a yearning gaze, cupping my chubby cheeks in his big, warm, callused hands.

"Not before brushing my teeth, Chris!" I yelled, pushing his hands away before jumping to work on our toiletries.

"Yes, ma'am. Let's go together" He said with a frustrated sigh, But he still went to carry the water filled buckets for me.

"But, you've to promise me to do your best in your exams, okay?" I pleaded.

"Anything for you" He said, pushing my glasses on my face, making me blush.

"My wife is my life" He said, making our way outside.

"Who's your wife?" I asked him with a straight face.

"You" He replied, certainly.

"Dream on, boy!" I said with a slap on his back, laughing all the way while he gave chase to me. Somehow. With the buckets in his hand.