Page 43 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

She was confused for a second. Then it dawned on her. He was rich, and he was a businessman. Of course, he’d want her to sign some type of NDA. He probably had one-night stands with strange women all the time. Which meant he was a playboy.

For some reason, that didn’t sit well with her. A brief flame of anger, hurt, and jealousy, all wrapped up in one, flared within her. Though she hadn’t planned to see him again after today, part of her had hoped this encounter had been as special for him as it was for her.

She quickly doused the flame inside her. A one-night stand wasn’t supposed to come with feelings. She needed to be as cool and detached as he was. She was okay with signing a non-disclosure agreement with him. She had no intention of running around telling everyone that she’d screwed Orazio Cattaneo.

She stared down at the document he’d pushed in her direction. The bold words at the top of the document read:DCA and NDA. The NDA part, she understood. However, Monique had no idea what DCA stood for, and she wasn’t signing something she didn’t understand.

“What is a DCA?” she asked.

“Everything you need to know is in the document. Sit down, Rosa.”

She didn’t like this new version of him. Gone was the charming, flirty lover she’d experienced earlier. In his place sat a cold, detached businessman who couldn’t even hold her gaze for longer than two seconds.

She didn’t know what was in this document, but she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it. She pulled a chair out and satdown across from him, not missing the look he cast at the chair beside him.

She didn’t want to sit next to him. In fact, she had a feeling after reading this doc, she wouldn’t want to be around him ever again. She pulled the document closer to her and continued reading it.

As most legal documents were, it was filled with legal jargon. But one part stuck out to her.This debt collection agreement will hereafter be referred to as a DCA. Her gaze jerked to his.

“A debt collection agreement? I don’t owe you a debt. I didn’t even gamble last night.”

“Continue reading,” was all he said.

“Why should I? I know I don’t owe you a debt.”

Was this some type of scam? Were there cameras in the bedroom? Had he recorded their sexual encounter, which he would now use to extort money from her? Her heart raced as her mind came up with all types of scenarios. Why did her one night out lead to her being seduced by a scammer? She’d known all dick wasn’t good dick, yet, she’d fucked him anyway. Stupid her!

“Rosa, everything you need to know is in that document. Continue reading and stop wasting time.”

She swallowed. He didn’t sound like the man she’d met in the bar at all. She jerked the paper off the table and continued reading. The more she read, the sicker to her stomach she felt. And then she saw her ex’s name.

Trevor Wilksin bold.

A gasp escaped her. Sure, her ex was the scum of the earth. And sure, she regretted ever meeting him. But surely, he couldn’t have stooped this low. Had that rat bastard really sold her to pay off a fucking debt?

Impossible? Right? No one would do that, right? Her hand shook slightly, causing the document to flutter. Ice-cold anger infused her veins. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be legal.

Without looking at Orazio, she said, “My ex-husband sold me to you to pay off his debt to the Cattaneos?”

Without hesitation, Orazio replied. “He did. You belong to me now, Rosa. And I have the receipt to prove it.”

Receipt?This sick fuck! She wasn’t some damn product to be purchased. Her angry gaze met his. He smiled. Monique snapped.

Chapter Nine

MONIQUE

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“You can’t own me. You can’t own a person, Orazio,” Monique yelled. “That’s illegal.”

“Calm down, Rosa.”

“Calm down?” Her voice rose another notch. “You’re telling me you own me, and you want me to calm down?” Monique released a sarcastic chuckle. “You know what? I’m not even about to entertain this.” She tore up the document, then tossed the ripped pieces of paper onto the table. “I’m leaving.”

“You can’t leave,” he told her. “I had my lawyer print multiple copies of the contract.”

“Fuck you, your lawyer, and that contract. I’m out.”

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