She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:
1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
4. Sex is optional.
5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

Playboy's Secret Wife

I sigh in content as I lay in bed. I don’t know what it is. But I am feeling a strange bliss right now. I literally cannot remember when was the last time I had sex—this intense—with someone. It’s been a long-long time. I went on dates and made out with men. But sex itself — it’s been long.


M walks away from me, and I hear a click of the bathroom door. I grin like a fool and slide the blindfold above my eyes.


Will we divorce each other without even seeing one’s faces?


No, I decide, I would like to see him. Not now, because I’m enjoying this. But later—I would like to see his face.


I turn on my back and wince at the tingling sensation. My body is warm at spots where he spanked and flogged me. It wasn’t too hard. Each blow was calculated. Was the sex intense because I was flogged for the first time? Or is it because M knows how to use his tools?


Chapter 36 Worthless