Page 86 of Never Die for a Sinner
“What is this?”
I lean back in the booth. This is the part where she either tells me I’ve lost my mind, or she finds out just how fucking crazy I am.
“It’s a contract.”
“For?”
I brush back the smirk on my lips, keeping my gaze indifferent.
“For you.”
I’m not even sure if Ava breathes when her gaze roams over the front page.
Poor thing looks like she might pass out. I don’t blame her. I’m sure it’s a lot to process, but then again, she’s the one who got herself into this mess. I’m simply giving her the only real option she has.
“This . . . this is . . .are you crazy?”
I can’t help but grin. She has no fucking idea.
“Think of this as a gift.”
“A gift,” she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re asking me to be your sex slave.”
“It’s not a question. It’s a choice. You either agree to the contract, or you’re free to deal with whoever’s stalking you on your own. Your piece of shit car. Grandma’s medical bills . . . The choice is yours.”
“How do you know about that?” she snaps.
“Funny what you can find when you go through someone’s room.”
She looks like she might try to stab me with her spoon.
“This has to be a fever dream.”
“The terms are simple. You want to take care of your grandmother. I want to fuck you without worrying about you growing attached.” She glares at me, her cheeks burning brighter than the sun. “You will be available to me whenever and wherever I want. In return, I will make sure you’re both protected, take care of the bills at the nursing home, and you’ll receive an allowance.”
“Like a child?”
“Like a woman in my bed.”
She blushes a deep shade of scarlet, peeking up at me through her lashes. “You sayawoman. As if there will be multiple.”
I hadn’t given it much thought. Of course, there would only be Ava because once she’s mine to use, there would be no room for anyone else in my head. Fuck, there hasn’t been for months. Every woman I bring home is just a reminder of the thing I can’t have, sleeping right across the damn hall.
With this contract, that becomes null and void.
“We would be exclusive.”
“But not dating.”
“No dating.”
“So, we’d be exclusive fuck buddies without the buddy part?”
I ignore her little jab and point to a new line in the contract.
“When we’re done, the contract will be terminated, and you’ll receive a hefty severance package.” I point to a line at the bottom of the contract, and her eyes go wide.
“One million andonedollar?”
