Yours By A Contract

Third person POV

"I'm here! Guys! Sorry for being late", Zoe said over the blazing music, running to the spot where her girls were seated. They all shot her the "as-usual" looks as they laughed. The bar's music vibrated the whole environment. This was just what Zoe needed after a stressful week.

"I can't believe we're still keeping up with this, year after year!" Sophia yelled, trying to get her voice past the music.

" I know right?" Zoe replied as she grinned.

Emily chimed in, saying something inaudible, as she brought her drink up. Understanding the gesture, they all clinked their shot glasses together and downed the tequila, wincing at its burning sensation.

They took shot after shot until their conversation turned into a hilarious mix of nonsensical words and laughter. Zoe Reynolds lived for this! An escape from the boring life she lived with her sister, Sarah. They developed a routine from childhood, going through an abusive mum who left them to do the world alone. Those were the times in her life she tried to forget, tried to erase totally but they hung to her.

She knew she was nothing like her late mum, but the fear of repeating the same mistake haunted her, making her vow never to bring a child into the world. And so far, she was making progress. At twenty-two, she was still a virgin!

As they took more shots, Sophia got an idea. Zoe was a very pretty girl but for some unknown reasons to her, Zoe never had any sexual experience to talk about, she was always a listener in this kind of scenario.

Sophia leaned towards Emily, "Hey, I think I might have an idea," this was obviously an alcohol-fueled idea. "Let's give Zoe an encounter she won't forget, that's if she remembers anything by tomorrow, she's dead wasted! Such a light-headed girl" she said as they both gave a little tipsy laughter.

"I could bet you guys are gossiping about me" Zoe interrupted as she too gave a little giggle.

"Yh right!" another giggle from the trio. "Zoe darling, why not head to the bathroom, we have a pleasant surprise for you there," Emily said.

"A surprise for me, and you chose the bathroom. Ewww, Yuck, what could it be", Zoe replied jokingly, suppressing a burst of laughter.

"Goooo, we're comingg," Sophia said, slightly pushing Zoe.

"Alright, alright, I'm going" Zoe replied. And Emily, Sophia shot each other knowing glances.

As Zoe waited in the bathroom, she did what all girls loved to do, took out her little makeup bag from her purse, and decided to retouch her face.

Between the dabs of lip gloss and strokes of mascara, her curiosity was piqued, "What are those girls up to, a surprise they said." As she let out giggles.

Soon the bathroom door was flung open, and the scent of a nice perfume filled Zoe's nostrils.

"Hmmm, who smells this yummy!"

"I believe that should be me," the voice said, and Zoe turned, she knew she was wasted but that was clearly a man's voice in the girl's bathroom!

"Excuse me, I believe this should be the ladies' bathroom, you didn't see the sign outside?" Zoe said taking in the sight of the handsome muscular figure in front of her.

"You're Zoe right?"

"How- h-how did you know..." Before Zoe could complete her words, the handsome stranger sent his lips down Zoe's. Shock swirled her brain, was she imagining this? Hell no!

Zoe didn't know if it was the alcohol or if the man's lips were just heaven. It sent heat to her core instantly. Uhhh, Fuck! He said as he savored Zoe's lips, tasting every corner of her tongue, her lips. He trailed kisses over her face, as he tried to pull off her gown but it was stuck. After several trials, he succeeded, tearing the gown a little, Zoe giggled and hiccupped. They started sensually rocking their bodies, his hard dick pushing into Zoe's stomach. Zoe moaned hard as he enclosed his devilish lips around her budded nipples. Zoe's clit throbbed as her pussy clenched. Emotions were swirling around her head. She looked for the will to push this stranger off, but found none.

"Stop!, please, st...stop this, I'm...stop" Zoe begged as her pleas fell on deaf ears.

He merely laughed as he grabbed her ass and smacked it. Zoe yelped and moaned, her legs were about to turn into jelly. How could a stranger make me feel this way?

He bent Zoe over a sink, as he looked at her dripping cunt. " You're drop-dead gorgeous and soo fucking sensitive"

He took a deep breath as he buried his face in Zoe's wet juicy pussy, blowing hot air into it, causing Zoe to moan loudly. "I love the way you moan for me, babe". He said and then proceeded to tongue fuck her pussy. Plunging in and out. Her screams resonated in the room. "Yes! Yes!" Zoe cried in pleasure.

He was about to bring out his dick to fuck Zoe, and that was when it clicked. Her actions came flooding, and what she was about to do. Unprotected sex with a stranger! Zoe swore as she pushed him away from her. The man surprised, tried to get closer but was rewarded with a slap, a very hard one.

"Bitch the fuck!!" He screamed as he buckled his trousers. "Thought your friends said you were ready" his last words echoed to the shocked naked Zoe as he left. Embarrassed she cleaned her juice off her pussy and wore back her underwear, she didn't even know how that one got off her butt.

She put on her clothes, ignoring the part that was torn. She just wanted to get home. "How could they!" As she exited the bathroom she heard her friends calling her, laughing, they thought it was all jokes and that Zoe had gotten the "experience".

But Zoe shot them a murderous look as she left the bar. It was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done, attempting to drive while drunk, but she desperately needed to get home, the shame, the betrayal, the throbbing in her head, as well as her pussy. It was all too much. Too drunk to even think of ordering a cab. Or maybe she had lots of faith in herself.

On Zoe's way home, she grasped her steering wheel slightly, as she tried to fix her eyes on the road. Swerving here and there, she was almost home, she thought she saw a human figure but wasn't so sure, and the lights of the night weren't in her favor.

Ahhhhhh... she screamed and then she quickly applied brakes but it wasn't enough to stop her from crashing into the figure. Her airbags quickly deployed. Stopping her from hitting her head on the steering wheel. Her heart was beating fast as she raised her head from her airbags. She wasn't hurt, but she didn't know the amount of damage her car had gone through. And the figure!

Dear lord! She quickly got out of the car, adrenaline surged in her brain as she experienced a flash of sobriety.

Zoe's POV

I scampered out of my car, my heart racing like it would explode any minute. I was sure I hit someone, the impact on the car was much. I glanced at my car, there wasn't much damage to it, yet I couldn't exhale a breath of relief. The more serious problem still lay ahead. I looked at the ground and I was sure my heart stopped, the figure lay motionless on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Oh dear lord! Save me!

I told myself that he was just unconscious, but the blood! It was much! With fear, I bent down shaking him vigorously, nothing. I tried to check for breathing, no matter how faint, a pulse. Nothing!

I felt my body quiver, my bladder filled not with urine but with gabbled prayers I was muttering inside me. He was dead!

I sat down beside him, his blood soaking my gown, I was too shocked to cry or show any outward emotion. I had never injured my fellow human, but now, a person's death hung above me. My hands were soiled. I couldn't think of anything to do at all, but to turn myself in, and make a plea for drunk driving. At least my sentence would be reduced to minimal. But as I heard a rustling in the bush beside my car, I ran towards it, probably in fear of any wild animal lurking around or to escape the accident scene!

Once in my car, I looked around to see if anyone was coming, no one. My front, back, left and right, are all clear, luckily there weren't any security cameras around and with the speed of light, I drove away. My soiled gown soaked my seats, I held back vomit. I reached my house and I stayed inside the car for a few minutes, I decided to go have my bath first. Immediately I came out, I doubled over and threw up, it felt like my body was against my actions and wanted to leave.

My sister, on hearing some noises outside, rushes to see me bent over, crying and clenching my tummy, my gown soaked in blood, my hair a mess, my mascara smearing my face. "Zoe! What the!" Sarah said as she ran towards me.

That was the last question she asked me, as she took me into the house without any other words.

She helped undress me and took me into the bathroom. "I can handle it from here," I said as she closed the door behind me. I put on the shower, the running water washing away the trails of blood that stuck on my lap, washing away little vomits that rubbed on my body, but I knew it would never wash away the sight in my head, the figure in his pool of blood was imprinted into my brain!

After I got out, with no appetite and no sleep in my eyes, I strolled out to find my sister cleaning the insides of my car, I walked towards her, crumpled to the ground, and began narrating the ordeals of my night!

Alex's POV

My mum wouldn't stop bugging me, marriage means nothing to me, but that isn't how my old woman thinks. Making money had been the only purpose of my life, and I only worried about not making at least a million each week, not until my mum started her nags of carrying her grandchildren! I wasn't the one who told her to have an only child! "Yes Mum I've heard you," I said, speaking into the phone. I was about to say something when Sam came barging into my office, I shot him a murderous look. How dare he! If not that Sam was my most trusted worker, I would have sacked him instantly! But then I remembered I assigned him to be in charge of the execution of Henry, that slimy bastard! Traitor!

"I was thinking of introducing you to Elsa, Mayor Matilda's daughter, you know she just came back from..." I didn't let my mum complete her sentence before interrupting.

"Mum, let's discuss this later at night, business calls now" I didn't want to shout at my mum, I loved her, but the meddling was starting to irritate me.

"Oh dear, why not?" My mum replied as I ended the call.

"Speak Sam," I said my voice low and hard.

"Sir, we beat him mercilessly, before we had someone coming towards us, we decided to lay low for some minutes, and then he initiated an escape...

"What!!" I screamed at Sam as he shrieked. But he replied instantly, fearing that I might do something in that rage.

"No boss, he was hit down by a woman! and I'm sure he didn't survive! I watched her come out of her car to confirm, before scamping away" Sam blurted out.

I didn't know what to make of this new event, so I slightly nodded. Yes, I wanted him dead, but I wanted to be the cause of his death! So that in his next life, he won't ever think of betraying me! But the work had been done. He was dead.

Sam excused himself, as I tried to bury my head back in my work. But I started to think about what kind of a woman was a hit-and-run. I picked up my phone and called Sam.

"Tell me you got her plate number" It wasn't a question. "Yes boss, I did" Sam replied.

"Track her, and give me feedback ASAP".

"Yes boss", Sam replied and I ended the call.

An idea was piping into my head, I didn't like the tone of it, I barely knew this woman. But I decided to give it a try, my last resort before I let my mum have her way with the rubbish girls she keeps throwing at me.

Before I closed for the day, a message popped on my phone. "Zoe Reynolds, 21 years, A senior realtor. Lives at Madison Street, oh wow, an hour's drive from here" I spoke to myself. And then I opened her picture. My mouth was left open, She was gorgeous, full in the right places, and clearly didn't look like a hit-and-run. What's up your sleeves Zoe Reynolds? I thought.

In my room, the picture didn't leave my mind, I picked up my phone and searched for her on Instagram. "There you are!"

As I looked at her picture, a particular one where her boobs were exposed, my cock hardened, and I was surprised. I kept staring and an evil thought came to me as I searched for my Vaseline. I rubbed it on my shaft imagining those boobs on my face, bouncing as this beautiful stranger rode me. I massaged my cock till I reached my peak and I came. I didn't know what to make from this attitude and I blamed it on stress.

A week later, I had already written a letter, a threat, that was to be delivered to this stranger. I made it as threatening as possible, I knew, cause I was good at threatening people. When I was satisfied with my work. I called for Sam, hoping that this crazy game I was about to pull off would work.

Zoe's POV

I had been on the edge the whole week, I wasn't even able to go to work and ignored the messages and texts from my co-workers. And so before I opened the letter delivered to me, my whole body quivered like it had been expecting it.

I opened the letter, and pictures of the crime scene that night fell off, with a pen, a customized pen.

"I saw you that night! Sign this, Marry me, be with me for three years, and your secret forever remains closed, or else!!!" I looked out from my window, and soon everyone outside looked like a promising suspect behind this madness!

But someone seemed to catch my eye in a red Benz, he came out and rested by the side of his car. He came out of his car, smiling.

And gave me a curt nod!!

Alex's POV

She was staring directly at me like she knew I was the one, like I had some sign on my face. I didn't know how to react, I had wanted to let Sam deliver this letter, but for some reason, I didn't know, I found myself curious to see her reaction firsthand.

I nodded lightly, not seeing any change of reaction as she quickly glanced away. I found my legs waking towards her house and it felt like I couldn't stop.

I reached her doorstep and pushed on the door, it wasn't locked. So much security for a murderer I thought as I scoffed. I didn't enter though, I stayed and stared at the welcome mat placed on the front pouch.

She came towards the door, I knew cause I could see her. She was dead gorgeous up close!

"I..God...You know about..you saw...it was a mistake! For crying out loud! A mistake!" She cried out like a baby learning to speak.

I entered her house without any more invitations.

"I saw what you did that night! you could see it in the pictures, there weren't any security cameras for the police to know about this, I cleared the scene for you! You owe me!" I said, grabbing her arm. It was more to feel her soft body, but the grab came out stronger than I intended.

She whimpered and cried, and I didn't know a girl's cry could make one hard. I gritted my teeth. She felt so helpless, so weak.

"Sign it"

She was about to sign it when he looked up and shot me a look, the type of look I always gave my worker.

"On one condition," she said, her voice weak.

I laughed, and I was sure the laugh sent chills down her spine, my laugh was a killer. "Do murderers have a choice?" I said trying to scare her into signing it right away. But she was hell-bent on saying her mind. I made a mental note at the back of my head. Stubborn!

"Okay, how much!?" I said, sure that she had seen the car I came out from. All girls ever wanted was money, money money!

But the look of disgust was unmistakable.

"What? You think I can't afford your price?" I asked trying to understand this strange girl, no girl had ever given me that look, at least not to my face.

"It's everything about money to you?" She asked, and I found myself almost rolling with laughter.

"Of course it is, I could buy everything with money, so, Yes! Everything has to be about it!" I replied sternly trying to show this little girl her place.

"Well, my request is clearly not related to money, or whatever your mentality is telling you." She said trying to act tough, but I could see right through her.

"What could that be?" I asked

"You won't ever touch me!" She said and gulped, she spoke as if the words were heavy in her mouth. "You won't have any rights over my body, No sex involved, I won't bear any child for you!" She blurted to my face.

I felt irritated, "Who told you I wanted to get involved with you in any way, sign this, you're wasting my time!"

"Say it, say we won't get involved!" And I wondered how strength had entered her once weak voice.

"Alright, no sexual involvement, there, you have it, now sign" I shot back, a little bit sad because I thought I might have gotten the opportunity to taste her just once, even in a confused, vulnerable state, she looked damn hot! But being my wife and getting my mum off my back was still a win. I knew I was a man of my word and I was never going to back on my promise! I couldn't help but wonder why a beautiful damsel didn't want a taste of me. I knew I was a fire in bed, I knew how to satisfy a woman. Well it was clearly her loss, not mine, I thought as I bit my tongue

Before she signed it she looked up, what again!

"I..I should at least know the name of the person I'm getting married to" she said, looking intently at me, I shifted, moving my legs to try to release a little tension from my groin.

"Alex, Alex Ryder". I replied to her.

She signed the contract, selling herself to me for three years. It was done, I heaved a sigh of relief as I thought of how to break the news to my mother, wondering if she would buy it. I took the letter and turned to leave, whispering to her, "I'll get in touch with you, and one more thing, keep this secret to yourself and yourself alone!"

Zoe's POV

As the stranger turned to leave, a chill shivered my whole body, buckling my knees, I held onto the door. What the fuck had just happened! All my life I've never had a thought of marrying someone I had just met! I knew I wasn't the type of girl to dream about a rosy wedding and family, but never had I thought my fate would take this part.

Curse girl's night!!! I thought.

I walked to the wine bar, not even looking at the wine I was picking, I just wanted to feel wasted, like the next three years of my life!

I downed the whole bottle, and soon, I felt gentle pushes on my back. I didn't know if I had dozed off, or how long I had slept. My sister, Sarah was back, and it was already dark. "Zoe take a grip! What is wrong with you? You want to take your life from alcohol poisoning!? Huh?" My sister scolded me.

I couldn't even believe the events of today, a handsome stranger, smelt rich, trapping me for three years in a marriage! Until I saw the envelope on the table, and the reality hit me.

Secret or not, I let my sister in, not leaving behind anything, she was my support system. She deliberated for a while, and before the night was over, we had made some discoveries.

Alex was a well-known ruthless billionaire, always money-minded, never seen in a scandal with any woman. A 35-year single billionaire!

A week passed, and I was warmly accepted into Alex's family, his mum was most welcoming. I was asked to move in, and I did, resigned from my workplace, knowing I was going to be the billionaire's fake wife for three years.

I stepped into the grand wedding hall, my eyes widened in astonishment. Alex must have splurged millions into this, a fake wedding at that! It was crazy. I was the envy of all single and married, even some male. But I would have traded anything to have my old life back. Real or not, I was the epitome of beauty at that very moment, walking down the aisle with my wedding gown sent from Paris! My eyes drifted down to the guests we were fooling, and I felt a pang of guilt scorch my throat. I felt so conscious, that I almost forgot how to walk.

After exchanging vows, it was time to exchange a kiss, sealing our agreement! Alex stared at me and lifted his hands to my face, it pricked. He took a step closer and whispered "This would hurt a little" a devilish smile playing on his face. And with the guests cheering, his lips enclosed mine, his warmth mixing with mine, and I wondered what my heartbeat was doing in my core, a liquid seeping out.