"Is that so." Dean stood up, Joy not letting go, her whole body wrapped around his waist. Dean was somewhat amused, "Let go, I need to get something."
Joy let go of him, and he walked over to a desk by the window and tossed a document in front of Joy, "Sign it."
Joy knelt on the sofa and picked up the document, paging through it. Damn, each clause was a humiliation clause.
Dean tied his bathrobe and sat back down on the sofa, "I also want to know if I'm worth you signing this."
Truth be told, Joy didn't want to sign any of these clauses!
She would have to bring a dowry if they got married, and she wouldn't get a penny if they divorced. She had thought about all of this, but the problem was that it controlled most of her freedom!