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The specific terms of the Contract are as follows:
Delilah Reynolds has agreed to marry and carry Carmine Milazzo’s child in return for her father’s debt to be paid.
When the two parties have sexual intercourse for the first time, Delilah Reynolds will choose when it happens.
Delilah Reynolds agrees to share Carmine Milazzo’s bed and no other, not even her own.
If/When the two parties have a child together, both parties will raise said child together. Delilah shall be a part of the child’s life always, at all times. The mother will always have access to her child.
Delilah Reynolds will agree to wear engagement and wedding rings provided by Carmine Milazzo , as will Carmine—no exceptions.
Delilah Reynolds will not request a separation or divorce for three years—if she wants one, only when the contract has ended.
Carmine Milazzo will financially support Delilah Reynolds and their child for the duration of their lives. If Mr. Milazzo passes away prior to Ms. Reynolds or their child, his estate will continue to provide for their needs.
This agreement will only be broken should one or both of the parties expire prior to the terms of the agreement being met.
Delilah Reynolds must kiss Carmine Milazzo before the parties go to sleep. The first time is to be initiated by her, but every other time, Carmine Milazzo will not rest until the kiss has happened.
Carmine Milazzo vows to protect Delilah Reynolds and their child at all costs, including with his life, finances, and well-being.
This Contract may not be modified. This Contract is legally binding until either Party amends and/or signs a new agreement.
Carmine’s signature is in red ink, the perfect cursive hugging the black line along with the date. My spot is empty and waiting to be signed.
“Do you have any questions, Sweetling?” he asks, placing the red fountain pen in front of me.
“If I did, would you answer honestly?”
For some reason, he grabs my water glass and hands it to me. “Drink. You need to stay hydrated.”
I do as he says, pausing as I swallow because why am I doing as he says? Do I like not having to think for myself?
“I’ll always be honest with you, Delilah. Lies do not make a good man.”
“But killing does?”
He stands, bending down until his face is close to mine. His hand braces against the chair while his other grips the table’s edge. “There’s a fine line between good and bad. Good men do what it takes to protect themselves; bad men only do what it takes to protect themselves.”
“You consider yourself a good man, then?” I dare to ask.
“Mmm,” he hums, softly, playing with my hair while he considers my question. “I’m a good man with very bad intentions.” He grabs the pen and places it in my palm, curling my fingers around it. “My intentions with you are purely selfish, Ms. Reynolds.”
The hurt in my throat flares to life as I gulp. “Those intentions aren’t listed. They weren’t part of the deal.”
He sits back down slowly, and a smug look crosses his face. “Sign the document, Sweetling. I don’t want to waste another second where you aren’t mine.”
But did I want to be his?
The voice in my head says, ‘hell yes.’
Pen to paper, the red ink reminds me of blood as I sign my life away. As I carve my name into the paper, I glance at the terms again. Every single one of them protects me in some way.
“Why do you want a kiss at the end of every night?” I sign the document and gently set the pen down. “That’s very intimate.”
“That isn’t up for discussion.” He snatches the document from my hands and points it to my plate. “Eat your food, and don’t choke on it this time.”
I sag against the chair and push my plate away. I’m starting to think understanding Carmine’s mind is an impossible task I shouldn’t attempt.
