The Contract

Chapter 43 -The Couples

I got up and opened the door. "Do you know how hard it was to get all these boxes here?" Kourtney asked as I helped her bring them in.

"Let me get those." Williams appeared out of nowhere, taking the whole load from us.

"Thanks. Drop it in my room," I said. He nodded and carried the boxes upstairs.

"How many are there?" Kourtney asked.

"Three. Speaking of which, are you hungry?" I asked back.

"Oh my gosh, check this place out," she said, stepping fully into the living room.

"It's definitely better than your crappy apartment," she teased.

"Hey!" I said, pretending to be offended, but I chuckled anyway. She wasn’t wrong; the house was beautiful.

"Evelyn made lunch. Come on," I said, pulling her toward the kitchen.

"Who's Evelyn?" she asked as we walked in. "She is," I said, pointing. Evelyn turned to face us.

"Good evening, miss," Evelyn greeted politely.

"A chef! I know how much you need this," Kourtney said with a laugh.

I joined in. "Lunch will be ready in five," Evelyn informed us, and we took our seats at the table.

"Wow, the view of the garden is beautiful," Kourtney said, peering out the window.

"I haven’t even been there," I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief.

Evelyn served lunch, and I clicked open a can of apple drink. "Thanks," I said, taking a sip.

"Is Travis home?" Kourtney asked.

"No. He’s really busy these days. The successor event is next Saturday, and we’ll be leaving for Washington on Thursday," I explained.

"Wow, billionaire wives really do travel a lot," she joked. "You all could come too," I pointed out.

"And leave your beloved company behind?" she retorted, and I chuckled.

"That reminds me—we have dinner with Bella and Derrick this evening," I said. "Ooh."

"I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t even know what to wear," I groaned.

"That’s not a problem," she said, brushing it off. Moments later, I was lying on my bed, typing on my phone, while Kourtney raided my closet.

"This is weird," she said.

"What?" I asked, looking up.

"I don’t see Travis’s stuff in here," she said, stepping out of the closet. "This whole room is just…you. Where does Travis keep his things?"

Shit.

"Oh, I took up the closet with all my stuff. He uses the one in the other room. It’s a big house—anyone can put their things anywhere," I replied quickly.

"So…you both don’t share the same room?" she asked, raising a brow.

"Of course we do! Just because his things aren’t here doesn’t mean he isn’t," I said, sitting up.

"Look, we figured out a way to spice things up. We can literally do whatever we want, anywhere in the house. It keeps the spark alive. And privacy is important, he does his thing, and I do mine," I explained.

She grinned. "Oh my gosh, I’ve never seen you so passionate about anything. That’s actually a great idea. It could help any relationship."she then sighed and muttered "It wouldn’t help mine"