I received the call from Sandra, my boss, to rush to our headquarters. As I drove there, her words kept replaying in my mind.

"Dianna, you have to come over right now."

Another business transaction. Another sex contract with a man I just met.

"How much?"

"One million."

"Are you joking?"

"Do I sound like I am?"

"No."

"Well, hurry up! You are not going to miss this. I was going to give this to Isabel, but you have the potential we need for this contract."

Of course, I did, they had trained me as their little compliant sex slave whore, and the job paid well. I had never thought I could get such a high paying contract so soon though.

"I'm on my way."

I went into the building and went straight to her floor. When the elevator door opened, her secretary Ann greeted me and told me she was waiting for me in her office with a man.

When I opened the door, they were both seated across from each other at her desk.

"Boss."

"Sit down. We have a lot to cover," she demanded.

The silence in the room was deafening. He kept staring at me as if he was analyzing his prey. His stare sent shivers straight to my core. This man looked like a god, like Brad Pitt and Leonardo Dicaprio had a baby. His defined jaw, muscular, and toned body were hard not to keep staring at. I clenched my thighs together to prevent my legs from trembling.

"This is Mr. Romanov, he is a big client and investor here, and he is requesting a contract with our best escort and requests you personally."

"Understood. And. What is the job?"

"Well, this one is different from one-night contracts we have had you in. It is.."

"A contract that binds you for six months exclusively to me." He interrupted.

I opened my mouth to talk, but I couldn't think of anything. I was still in shock by his words.

"I don't have time to waste. Time is valuable and is money for me."

"Of course, Mr. Romanov."

"Marko." He said and turned to look at me.

"You will call me Marko for the next six months. Wife."

"Wife?" She started to get sweaty with nerves. What the fuck was going on?

"Do you understand?"

"No. What is this, Sandra?"

"Mr. Romanov has a specific contract Ready for you to sign in which you agree to be his pretend wife for six months. You will tend to him, care for him, and comply with all his requests like a good girl, as with all our clients."

"And if I refuse?"

"This is not a request. Either you accept, or you are out of a job."

I got off my seat and scoffed. "You have better escorts in this company than me. I am sure that someone else would.."

"I don't want anyone else." He finished.

"You will do this for six months and receive one million dollars, and the company gets a hefty profit as well. Sign here." She gestured for me to grab a folder with a pen on top of it.

The room's tension was uncomfortable, and there was no way out of this unless I quit. But I couldn't do that until I had enough money to go off on my own and leave this goddam place for good. That was my plan all along. Suddenly it occurred to me. With this, I could walk—just one last job.

One million dollars could be my ticket out of here, but I had no idea what I was signing up for with this man. What if he was into weird shit and requests. Is it really worth it? This man doesn't look too trustworthy. If he has all that money to give, why doesn't he buy any girl from the streets instead? Probably because he couldn't control that kind of indiscretion, is my guess. But here, they had escorts so pressured with behaving.

"I'll do it, but I need to read the contract."

I grabbed the folder and started reviewing the contract to sell myself to this man. His requests were particular. I was to live with him and sleep in his room for six months—Cook for him. Go with him all his important public and family events as his wife. We had to kiss in public and have sex every night and morning if he wanted to.

Great, a wife sex slave is what he needed.

"No kissing, and you have a deal."

"How is anyone going to believe we're together if we don't kiss?"

"Not my problem."

His frustration was adamant. "No kissing in bed but yes in public."

"No kissing at all."

"In bed."

"No."

"Sign, little girl, or this will stop being funny," Marko said, gritting his teeth.

"Dianna, the contract is non-negotiable. Just sign and take his word as an honor."

"Clock is ticking, little girl." Marko glared at her looking annoyed.

"You will not kiss me in bed then?" I said while looking at him straight in the eye.

"You have my word."

"And in public, I'm the one that will kiss you when I want."

"That... can be arranged."

"Fine." I picked up the pen and sold my soul to this devil of a man.

"Write down what you want from your apartment. I will have my men pick up your stuff."

"But-"

"Ah, ah. You are bound to me, starting the moment you signed that paper. You are now coming with me." He grabbed my wrist and headed outside with me.

"Behave, Dianna!" That is all I heard Sandra say before he closed the door.

When we got downstairs, he gestured me to get into the back seat of a big black Escalade with tinted windows. I knew it was futile to resist, so I got in, and he joined me and sat next to me.

I put my seatbelt on and texted my roommate that men were coming to pick up my stuff and that I would be gone for six months. I could only imagine how she would freak out if she saw them, and I didn't tell her.

She kept texting me, asking me all sorts of questions, and by the time we finished talking, we pulled up in a hotel.

The doorman opened Marko's side of the door and greeted him. Marko introduced me as his wife to everyone that greeted us.

"Why do all employees know you? Do you frequently visit this place with escorts?"

"Well, yes, I do. And it happens to be mine as well." He replied with a grin.

This guy was really loaded to own a place like this. We went to the reception and cut through the line, the front desk gave him a key, and we headed to the elevator and went out on the last floor.

"Welcome to our honeymoon wife." He picked me up bridal style, and I gasped as he walked inside.

He placed me on the bed and stared at me as if waiting for me to act. Oh, no, big boy. He's hot, and I would jump his bones without thinking about it, but I wasn't going to initiate anything.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

"No." That was my reply.

He hummed and started to unbutton his shirt. "Well. We should get on with your wifely duties then."

Before I could answer, he turned around and walked to me.

"I'm not gentle with women, but I will try with you, wife."

I could feel the heat in my core rising with his words—the anticipation of what was about to happen.

He stopped at the corner of the bed and grabbed my legs, and pulled me to him. After spreading them open, he threw my panties to the side and went down on me as if his life depended on it. Bursts of pleasure erupted from everywhere in my body. He kept his word about not kissing me, but he did wonders to my body. I found my release more times than I could count before he slid inside me.

I let him have his way with me and do everything he wanted. I hadn't had a client that wanted to take time and pleasure me. All I ever did was give pleasure. His thrusts got faster, deeper, desperate like he craved a release that overpowered the ones I had. My pussy wanted to give it to him. I wanted to watch him come undone. It wasn't until after a while that he climaxed and came all over my belly button.

As he finished, I could hear his moans and grunts louder than the whole time we were in our intimate moment. We were both exhausted and lost such track of time that I realized we were at it for hours.

This man, this enigma just thoroughly fucked me and I liked it. I wanted more. I'd give him more just as his contract stated just for more of this.

There was a knock on the door. His men came in bringing my stuff. I hurried to grab some of my pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As I looked myself in the mirror I saw marks of evidence in my body from just our first encounter I wondered what the hell had I gotten myself into?