The waitress left the murder scene with wide-eyed dread. I didn't dare glance around to see who had seen my tremendous climax.
After a minute, Luke King appeared on the opposite side o, appearing calm and unflappable. Still panting, I met his stare and pushed down my skirt. My thighs stroked my pussy, causing aftershocks.
We gazed for a long time. He saved the contract from the spreading red wine.
He handed me the pen without a word.
He viewed me with desire-filled eyes.
I finally paused. I signed away my life.
I sobbed, “I'm an idiot.”
Back at home
My best friend Odelia raised an eyebrow and smoked a cigarette.
“You don't care that my life is dying.”
“You're not dying. You're married for money.”
“Nope. For my mum, I married him.” He discovered my Orgasm Button. Odelia only knew the first half. It's embarrassing.
Odelia shrugged, tapping ash into my tray.
“it's okay to marry for money. Yes”