His Contractual Wife

Nora's POV

It was the eve of New Year's Day. I entered the city of New York via car. I haven't been here in three years. The honking of the car at the careless drivers.

"I'm finally home," I said to myself.

I was supposed to be back by the first half of the month, but I had told nobody that I was returning this soon. Probably to surprise them.

"We're here, Madame." The Uber driver had said something to me, bringing me out of my deep thoughts.

"Finally." My eyes widened as I looked at the tall building in front of her. It was her family gathering, apparently the birthday of her grandfather.

"A perfect time and opportunity to surprise them all," I said to myself as I took out her suitcase from the back of the car, laid off the Uber driver, and went to the door.

I took a deep breath as I pulled the door open.

*Happy birthday to I heard everyone's chorus and then turned in her direction.

Whoa! I exclaimed, clapping my hands and getting ready for a hug, but nothing came of it.

Everyone stood there in shock as they watched me make a fool of myself. I was lost. It was not what I had anticipated.

"No hugs?" I asked but got no answer.

"Why are you back so soon?" My mother squeezed her face into a light frown.

"What? Am I supposed not to be back?" Her heart clenched in pain. I was expecting a hug or kiss or anything at all, but they stood there transfixed for a moment, confused as to whether I was the one standing there.

The door creaked open, and Finn walked in with a bouquet. Seeing the long brown hair and model-like physique, he knew instantly that it was me.

"Nora?" His mouth fell open in shock as he yelled for her to turn and obey his instructions.

"Why are you home so early?" He asked, confusing her more.

"Is everyone here not happy to see me?" "I can equally return to school," I murmur. I was so angry and hurt that I kicked the table and started to climb the stairs, crying all the way.

"Were they not happy to see me? I knew they had always been strict with me, but I figured they must have softened a little bit if I returned home earlier.

I had a twin sister, Kora, who seemed to be my nemesis growing up, but I still, in fact, missed her.

"Why are you back so early?" A voice said it by the door, making me flinch. I raised my head.

"Kora? What are you doing there? You scared me." I asked, looking at Kora, who stood by the door, looking at me.

Kora James was the splitting image of me, or you could say we were identical twins. Growing up side by side with each other, Kora was always the loved one, while I faced a lot.

"You showed up unannounced, and you expect everyone to welcome you with open arms?" Kora questioned.

The look on her face gave it away to me that, as usual, I was not welcomed here anymore. It was more like her presence was not needed.

"Did I spoil the surprise they had for me?" He asked herself, but got no answer.

"Am I no longer welcome here?" I asked, my gaze fixed on Kora in confusion.

"You know what?" Kora plastered a fake smile on her face.

I am in fact happy to see you here." She says this with her lips curling into a small smile.

I felt relaxed, and at least one out of everyone was happy to see me.

"You know what would lighten up those moods?" Kora asked as I looked at my sister with much enthusiasm.

"No, do you?" I asked,

"A little bit of partying, you need to distress. You could go with me. Kora said, glancing at me.

The look on my face was my reply to the suggestion. I didn't want to go, but my wild sister was making an effort to make me feel comfortable; I just couldn't turn her down. Besides, it's not like I was wanted at home anyway.

Waiting for my final answer, I looked at Kora before sighing.

"Fine, if you say so." I finally consented.

"Great!" She says, hugging me tightly,

"This is going to be a great time," Kora grinned, and I relaxed.

"But no alcohol. You know I have zero tolerance when it comes to alcohol." I reminded her, but I was not sure if she heard me.

"Sure." She says she was dragging me outside; she had already booked a ride for us both. For some reason, I was not comfortable with the sudden likeness of Kora.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She looked at me and smiled when I asked again.

"I'm definitely okay." She replied,

......

We got to the bar, and the loud music and dim lights fitted perfectly with the decor of the bar. People were dancing and rocking themselves.

"Hey girls!!!" While her friends were dancing across the bar, Kora called out to them.

"Oh goodness gracious," I breathe out, rubbing my forehead.

Heaven knows this is not my kind of space at all.

I went over to the counter, and the bartender looked at me with a warm smile on his face, which I found awkward.

Let me have a glass of apple juice, please. He gave me a look when I said something to him. "You look tired," he says. I gave a weak smile. Why wouldn't I be tired? I just returned from school, and boom! I was dragged to a party.

He served my drink, which I gulped down in one go. I sat there as I searched the room, looking for Kora with my eyes, but the room was too dim. Just then, I began to feel lightheaded.

"Ouch!" I rubbed my head. It began pounding, and just then my vision became blurred. I looked up to see Kora walking up to me.

"Hey, how are you doing, Nora?" She asked at that moment, and I gradually became black.

Nora's Pov

I honestly don't know the last time I got this drunk. My mind was blank, and my body was numb. I could barely maintain my consciousness.

"Here we go."

Kora helped me up after I collapsed. I swear, if I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn't have gone with her.

She led me to a room and laid me down on a bed that was soft yet firm.

"Hmmm." I muttered, expressing my liking for the comfy bed.

"Now, be a good girl, and wait here; I have a surprise for you." Kora's voice was foggy, and I could barely make out what she was saying.

She covered me with a blanket and turned to leave.

"Wait... Kora!" While I observed her leave, my lips refused to obey my commands.

"Fuck," I uttered as I slowly slipped into a trance.

One thing was certain: I had a bad feeling about this. Kora is my best friend, but she was also a naughty child. I just pray she doesn't pull off something nasty.

***

Max's Pov

"I hate this song. Heck, I hate this place."

I was not a fan of crowd areas. So how did I end up in this situation? I was forced here against my will by my two best friends, Chase and Damien.

"Come on, bro," Damien snapped me away from my train of thoughts. "You're here to let loose."

"Yeah," Damien pinched in. "Why so grumpy?"

I popped a vein upon Damien's remark. "You two know how much I hate going to clubs. You told me it was a small party."

Damien pats my back as if he were pacifying a baby. "Oh, my clueless friend, this is a small crowd."

I give up.

Damien and Damien were seated on my sides; was it their way of stopping me from storming off?

I tightly held my cup and filled it up to the brim. "I might also want to take some drinks."

The bitterness of the drink mirrored the bitterness of my heart.

I went through a terrible breakup recently, and these two balconies decided it was a good idea to bring me to a club. Then again, I do respect them for looking after me, but...

"I still don't think this was a good idea," I murmured as I balled my fist and rested my cheek on it.

Just then, Damien's hand landed on my back, giving me a big whack. I whinced in pain and gave him a killer look.

"Jeez bro, if stares eliminated, I'd have been murdered straight away."

"Come on, Max, lighten up. Tonight's about leaving all that behind. We're here to lift your spirits." Damien joined in.

"Exactly, Max. We're not here to drown your sorrows. We're celebrating your liberation from that toxic mess of a thing you called your girlfriend."

"Yeah, that woman is the wicked witch of the west; good riddance!"

I couldn't help but smile faintly. "You two are persistent, alright? I'll give you that."

Their level of optimism was something else; I'll give them that. Quite frankly, I am beginning to feel stronger. It's good to have people who genuinely care about you with no ulterior motives, especially in this time and age.

"I suppose you're right," I conceded. "Not like I can do anything to stop the two of you when you're scheming anyway."

Damien leaned in, and I could see the devil in his mischievous eyes. "But let us never forget that, Max, you're able to bag any woman present."

"Hell yeah!" Damien adds. "You've got the looks, the bling, and the charms."

"Please, don't even start." I face-palmed.

Both of them erupted into laughter, and I couldn't help but join in. My previous tension was slowly vanishing.

We raised our glasses almost at the same time.

"To get rid of toxic bitches," Damien started.

"To leave the past behind," Damien added.

"To new beginnings..." I uttered.

Click!

"To new beginnings!" This time around, we declared in unison as our glasses clicked.

The night deepened, and the drinks just kept flowing in. I hate to admit it, but I'm glad I followed the rascals.

There's a certain warmth in true companionship, one devoid of lies.

I found the weight of my burdens lightening; even if it was for this moment, I was fine with it.

"Oh shit!" I checked my watch. "We've been drinking for hours now."

"I think we should head out soon," I suggested with a sense of guilt gnawing at the edges of my conscience. "I have mountains of tasks awaiting me."

The moment I stood up, they blocked my exit by spreading their arms apart.

"No way, bro. You're not leaving that soon."

"Yeah, we haven't gotten to the best part."

Damien flashed a key in my face. I knew where he was going with this.

"I'm serious; I have work to do."

The next thing he did was make me drop my jaw. He reached for his bag and pulled out a laptop. It wasn't just any laptop...

"That's mine!"

"Hehe, now you have no excuses. You can finish your work in the morning."

I sighed, "Fine. But I don't want any funny business; I'll crash a bit and work when I sober up."

"Whatever you say, boss," Damien hands me another drink.

"One final shot before you go?"

I face-palmed and took the shot. Unaware that the two of them were exchanging weird looks.

Chase led me to the room.

"I have my very own plans," he declared.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you do."

I entered the room only to find a woman sleeping on the bed. She was fair and innocent, and she had a certain glow around her.

Why am I feeling infatuated? I'm usually great at keeping my natural instincts at bay, but right now all I could think about was the beautiful damsel lying on the bed.

I clicked my tongue upon realizing something...

"Those bastards, they gave me arousal pills."

The woman opened her eyes. It seems she's also drunk. We locked eyes, and I could feel a pleasant burning sensation welling in me.

"Uhm, hello." I waved at her.

"I'm horny; come here."

I can't sleep.

Is something strange taking place? Though I'm having trouble staying up, it feels like I'm unable to go to sleep. This odd feeling in my stomach keeps happening.

Did Kora do something? That bitch! She drugged me.

I should never have trusted her. There is absolutely nothing I can do to stop my desire from increasing.

I reached for my lower region to try pacifying myself. I rubbed and rubbed, but nothing is working.

"Fuck!" I cursed. "I am shocked that I'm telling you this, but I have to fuck at this moment or I'm going to go crazy."

I was still under the blanket when I heard voices outside.

The doorknob twisted, and I hastily laid down again, pretending to be asleep.

I heard a clicking sound; it sounded like a tongue click.

"Those bastards, they gave me arousal pills."

The voice belonged to a man. And, oh my god, does he have a thick, manly voice? I swear, I quivered when he spoke. So he's the one Kora hooked me up with?

I couldn't hold it in anymore, and since I'm already deep in this, I've opened Pandora's box by trusting Kora. Now I have to see this through.

I opened my eyes and sat up. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I got lost in his eyes. It was just a brief 5 seconds, but it felt like time had stopped. I know it's not a romantic feeling.

I felt disgusted because I knew it was a dirty feeling. Alas, I'm not going to kill myself; after all, the human body isn't firewood.

"Uhm." His voice echoed through my ears, sending chills through my spine. "Hello." He greeted me.

I found myself lost for words. I tried aligning my words, but in the end, my libido got the best of me.

"I'm horny," I said to him as my greeting. "Come here." The man tilted his head in confusion before smirking.

It's nice to have met you personally; my name is Max."

"Nora," I responded with impatience. "Hurry up. I can't hold it anymore."

The man who introduced himself as Max walked up to me.

"You're an impatient one. Let's guess they drugged you too."

"Who's they?"

He shrugged, never minding. He hopped on the bed. "Good thing I was drugged as well, so let's get this over with."

"Now that you're talking, let's scratch each other's backs."

"Fine."

I always liked leading. I pushed my lips against his, and we engaged in a war of tongues. I loved it!

I didn't feel nasty for attempting to do it with a stranger; after all, he is incredibly handsome.

I took off my top and helped him remove his. I blinked twice when I beheld his Alpha male abs.

"Earth to Nora?"

"Sorry, where were we?"

Max pushed me back down and slid to my lower region. He pulled my pants down and chuckled over what he saw.

"You're already this wet?"

"Shut up and dig in." I scissor my legs, trapping his head over my clitoral area.

He pulled down my pants and did as he was told.

I yelled when he attacked with his tongue. It was as if it had a mind of its own. I was going to cling to this sensation.

As his monstrous tongue found all the sweet spots, I moaned, "Yes." Tears of pleasure filled my eyes, and my breathing became shorter and faster as he devoured me.

"You're good."

"Really?" He pulled away, wearing a smug look. "I haven't even started."

"Well, don't stop now." I urged him to continue.

"As you wish."

He kissed my clitoral area, making his way up. From my navel region to my chest. He uncuffed my bra, revealing my breasts and erect nipples.

"Are you just going to stare?"

"These guys are, in fact, fantastic." My face is crimson at his remarks, and I looked away as he clutched my breasts.

My moans grew louder as he played with them. The fire of desire burning within me kept growing hotter. I wanted him to take me to a new realm of pleasure.

"Turn around." He commanded. Normally, I'd be offended, but I'm too horny. I actually found it hot.

I did as he said-I was on all fours.

Whack.

He spanked me lightly. I yelped. "What did you do that for?" I turned to him.

"Because, I can."

My jaw dropped when I saw a glimpse of his manhood. It was huge. Will it fit?

Max started by fingering me. I was already wet, but it seems he enjoys torturing me.

"Hurry." I barely voiced a groan.

"Beg me."

"What?"

"I'm the one with the instrument of pleasure; you should beg me to bless you with it. Beg me to take you. Beg me to devour you."

He increased the rate of his rubbing. His fingers reached places his tongue couldn't.

"Please."

"I can't hear you."

"Please, fuck me! Take me! Devour me! I'm yours!" I begged. I wasn't ashamed.

And then it came: He jabbed his rod inside of me. It was well over 7 inches. More than enough to reach realms his fingers couldn't.

I let out the loudest moan I have made yet. "Yes, yes, yes!" My mind was getting numb.

Max increased his pace. Each thrust is faster than the last. My eyes rolled over in ecstasy; I could feel it; I was close to Cuming.

Whack.

It was as if he could read my mind. Max spanked me again. "Not yet; you'll know when I say."

"Yes." I couldn't help it; I've always been dominant in bed, but not this man. He's something entirely different. He's a conqueror.

He pulled out and flipped me over; he grabbed my legs and spread them. It was embarrassing to face him, so I looked away.

Once again, he thrusts his beast inside of me. I moaned and groaned uncontrollably. I swear, the people partying downstairs could hear us, but I couldn't give a fuck. This was too good. He's too good. He's an artist, a master of dexterity.

"Now?" My words barely left my mouth alongside my moans.

"Yes, now."

We came.

He pulled me out and sprayed his essence over me. I cupped my breasts to gather them. I gasped when I saw his manhood still fully erect. Is he a beast?

"Clean it. We have three more rounds to go.

"Nora, what have you gotten yourself into?