This is life.

10 ➤ Life's good

"I beg your pardon?" I asked. I blinked several times to make sure this was real. I had just gotten into the contract because of him basically begging me to and now not even a week ago and he already wants to cancel? This man is confusing. "I want to cancel the contract." He repeated as he squeezed my small figure next to his. I am still in shock, I find myself placing my cold palm on my very warm cheek as I spoke.

"Why?"

"Because you made me realise that I love you, and I want you to stay on your own free will. If that contract is the only think keeping you here then you'll just be a constant reminder of that. I want you here for me, I really do."

After he finished speaking I was shocked about his change of perception. Though we only met a few days ago his new found openess is strange to me. Mainly because his first immpression was demanding and mysterious. I guess I was wrong to judge so quickly.

"'I'm not sure..." I begin to panic. We met not even 4 days ago and I told him I love him, only to have to feeling returned. it's all a bit strange, no? Are we moving a bit quickly? We're already living together, that realisation alone is enough to have me thinking.

"No pressure, I wish for you to think for yourself, okay?"

I don't reply as I continue to think.

This might be a good thing; where else would I go? I don't want to seem as if I am taking advantage of him but now without the subconsious thought of the contract I feel a bit at ease with my whole relocationing and whatnot. It's been stressful these past few days, very stressful.

Losing my virginity.

Moving in with a stranger.

Aceepting such a large amount of money with the snap of his fingers just like that.

And now not only admitting some very strong feelings, but also now declining the money extange. Though if he wants me to stay that shouldn't be a problem, should it?

Oh no that made me sound a little bit gold-diggerish didn't it?

That contract holds more then over me then I thought. Now that I mention it, it hasn't come in mind that the exact same outrageous-not to mention legal- document been passed down from woman to woman. It's ridiculous. That contract was really itching me to just break down his playroom, it reminded me that other women had been in there with him. And that also makes me want to burn my room knowing someone else had probably slept in there for Jason.

Am I over dramatising the situation? Maybe I should stop thinking.

I look over to Jason and he is still patiently waiting for my answer. I feel bad for making him wait, so I jump straight to the point. "Is this really what you want?" I asked. He nodded in response. "Okay, we can decline the contract." I said. "I'll call my lawyer and have him get rid of it as soon as possible." He said with a big smile. Jason finally wants me; not for my looks, for me, and I couldn't be happier.

"Uh Jason?" I asked as I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest. "What is it?" He asked. I noticed how he refrained from saying sub. God this must be unnatural to him. I feel somewhat selfish. "What's going to happen with... you know, me living here and everything when the contract is broken?" I asked as I looked outside the window, trying to avoid eye contact in during this awkward time. I knew from the beginning that the only reason I was here was because of that contract. "Britney, look at me." He said as I felt him sit up too. I take a deep breath and turn around, looking into his deep eyes.

"I want you to do what makes you happy but in all honesty I want you to stay more than anything." He said while he looked into my eyes, I could tell he was being sincere, and that made tears come out of my eyes, for the first time since my parent's death I feel wanted and loved; the feelings I almost forgot. I hugged him as he squeezed my tiny body into his.

I couldn't help but smile widely in his embrace; he's made me felt the best that I have in a while, he's not only taken me into his home but had given me comfort, care, but most importantly his love. His unconditional and sweet love, the thought alone makes my heart melt and have my mind already thinking about my future with this man. "I love you." I said to him. He laughs. I play along and say, "What, too soon?"

"I love you too." He spoke.

We hugged for a few minutes until my stomach decided to ruin the moment and growl. "Is somebody hungry?" He asked. I had almost forgotten that we skipped dinner because we were too caught up in the moment and basically just jumped into bed. I nodded shyly in return. He chuckled and barley gave me enough time to put on my underwear before he took my wrist and dragged me into the kitchen while he wore nothing but boxers.

I felt weird walking around the house just wearing underwear, but with Jason doing the same it kind of enlightened the mood. He let go of my wrist and when he turned his back to me I awkwardly covered my body with my arms. "What would you like?" He asked as he opened his large fridge. "No it's okay; it's me that's meant to be asking you that." I reminded him. "Britney you don't have to worry about anything anymore; let me take care of you." He said in a sweet tone.

I myself have not been in a relationship and I can tell without thinking that Jason hasn't the slightest clue. It truly is adorable. Besides, who said there's a certain expectation for relationships? That's very comical if you ask me. "Fine." I muttered. "I don't want something fancy that's fit for Master Chef of anything. A salad's fine." I insisted. Though I knew his cooking skills are most likely beyond Master Chef. "Alright." He mused. He took out a bunch of vegetables and laid them out neatly on the island. He got out a chopping board and very quickly chopped everything up; proving my assumption to be correct. He isn't even cooking anything complex but I can tell his cooking skills probably have a wide range.

After he finished cutting he delicately placed a fair amount of delicious looking salad on two plates and placed it on the table after fetching some forks. How fast he was handling everything with two hands made it seem as if he had 8, all I could do was stand their and watch in amazement. "French dressing?" He offers as he motions to the fridge. I shake my head. "I like mine plain, sometimes with mayonaise or bread crumbs." I feel a little embarrased for saying that, I'm not sure why. Jason just smiles.

"I'd rather it plain, also." He informed. "Sit." I did as he said an automatically plopped myself down. He smiled and sat down next to me. "I'm going to feed you," He says, randomly.

There it is again, another cute quality. I could get used to this. The thought is already warming my heart. "Go for it." I said playfully. He got my fork and stabbed my salad with it before telling me "Open wide." While he waved the fork in front of my face. I smiled and open my mouth for him before he slowly and playfully pushed the food into my mouth.

"Oh my god stop, I feel like I'm 3 years old." I laughed, the contents still in my mouth as I try to cover my laugh with my hands, becase that makes so much sense. I heard Jason hold back a small chuckle.

"Your laughter is infectious." Jason teased. I stopped laughing eventually and he gives in, handing me my fork. In time I swallow the food in my mouth before shaking my head at Jason who is nonchalantly eating his salad. I notice his lips tilting into a small smile.

I want to freeze this moment as it is so I can relive this wonderful time.

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