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

My gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the assortment of BDSM equipment arranged on display panel. Leather whips hang in orderly fashion. An array of restraints, from delicate silk ties to sturdy metal cuffs.


No cuffs. I don’t think Sophie would be comfortable with cuffs yet. I walk towards the wall and grab a heavy whip. Then I walk towards the Wooden paddles. Each one is unique in design, hanging like artwork.


I gave her a head start of three minutes this time. The timer buzzes, and I walk out of my room. To my surprise, we have gained quite an audience. I thought it was not a busy day. At Least two dozen club goers are waiting, observing me.


Chapter 84 Blessed