Lovers Contract

Part 1 Act 1

Present

-ding dong- "I don't remember ordering pizza. Did you?" Sade asked in a cold tone without looking up to meet his assistant's questioning gaze. He tapped on to his laptop, veins popping up in frustration as the door bell rang once more. Sade was a rising, young author, and he is in the process of making his next story. His story's deadline was just around the corner, and he didn't feel like being sociable at the moment. "The door is open!!!" He yelled at the door barely glancing up.

The door bell rang again. "IT"S FUCKING OPEN!!!!" He screamed, this time finally looking up with a deadly glare. His assistant pulled out a handkerchief out from his suit's breast pocket to wipe a sweat dribbling down from his forehead. "Um..." Rey whispered to the scary author. Sade gave him a look of daggers. "Per-perhaps it's a delivery. I-I'll go look at it." He quickly got up from his seat and scrambled to the door.

"About time..." Sade sighed wearily. He's been writing incessantly for weeks now, hardly sleeping and eating. It was really running him dry. 'After this story, I'll have myself a nice long vacation.' He thought dreamily to himself, almost passing a smile, when his timid assistant editor came back with an apologetic look on his face. Sade rolled his hazel green eyes, picking his hands up and running it through his unkept, blond hair. He sighed heavily.

"Sade...the guy specifically wants you...it doesn't look good." Rey slipped him a worried expression, before nodding for him to go. He looked back to his laptop and saved his work. Slowly, he got up from his position and wobbled to the door. He had been sitting for so long that his legs were starting to numb as he walked.

Finally, he reached the door. He took his arm and leaned at the side of the door, his hands clenching as tiny needles pricked his leg. His other hand were shoved in his pocket. "What is it?" He asked. His voice was a little husky, deep and alluring.

If anyone had seen him, they'd think he was a model. His tired eyes gave him a mature and sexy aura about him. "Are you Mr. Sadden Millers?" A man in a black suit asked him. He wore black, tinted sunglasses even though it was already afternoon. "Yeah, what's your business with me?" He asked directly, skipping through the introductions. "I'm here about the wedding you had three months ago."

Sade glared at the gray haired man. "If you're here to joke around please leave now. I don't have time for your ridiculous game." He was about to turn and slam the door when the man gave him a clean folder. "Please look through this and see if this is not you." Sade growled but snatched the folder. He quickly skimmed through the papers and the pictures of him and a guy. It was a little blurry, so he couldn't discern some images. However, it was apparent, it was him. "Yes...this is me, but I have no recollection, what so ever, about a wedding. Especially, this assumed wedding."

The man stood before him unmoving, unwilling to be dismissed or defeated. He could see this was going to be long so he ushered the man in. Rey swiftly cleaned up the scattered papers and piled up the documents Sade was using. "Seat anywhere." He politely asked, still anyone can see he was starting to grow impatient, and he is demanding some explanations.

The editor went to the kitchen to grab the two gentlemen something to drink. Sade looked at the file again. He shook his head. "I'm apologize, but I do not remember anything at all. Does the woman, I supposedly married, know? Or was she the one that sent you to demand payments?" He picked up the copy of the bill. It dated everything, and listed anything that was used and bought at the accidental wedding. The ceremony looked like a carnival, a party with white toilet paper thrown, rolled, and scattered all over the place.

The procession looked hurried, definitely a recipe of some fools who didn't know what they were doing. He couldn't help himself and laughed. There was a picture of him making funny faces at somebody. He couldn't see the other person, because whoever was taking pictures were either a toddler, or a drunk. "The total payment was $30,000. Don't worry the other party has it in mind to pay, however he would have you agree that the payment shall be equal." Sade cut in. "So, I have to pay $15 grands for a wedding I don't remember doing. Can't you see this is a mistake?" He paused knowing that he has to pull himself together. The man was about to speak again, when he shut him up with a dismissal wave from his hands.