The Rented Wife

Chapter 2

The Rented Wife, Chapter 2

“You’re basically asking me to be your whore. Minus the sex.” I snapped at him, no longer dazed by his beautiful eyes. He sighed, “Look, I’m helping us both here.” He scowled. My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. “Why me? You could have picked any girl in your... area, which I’m 200% sure is in the city somewhere, that has money already. And you choose to come downtown and pick me. A waitress.” I stated bluntly. “What would be in it for you.” I pressed, still not believing this, half expecting some prank show to come out and tell me this was all one big prank.

He glared at me. “I chose you for a reason, I mean it’s not like I want to marry a peasant. I’m doing this to piss off my father. He wants me to be in an arranged marriage with some girl, which I’m sure is Jessica LaCarta, who is a desperate little girl with money, and I told him I was already in love. And he’s expecting a whore; because those are the girls I usually date. So, I’m going to surprise him by telling him that you’re the girl I’m dating, and going to marry. A waitress.” He added, in the tone I said it in. I pursed my lips at him. This sounded like I was thrown into some typical Hollywood movie. Well, he did look like some Hollywood model.

I sighed, “And if I say no?” I prompted. He shrugged. “Then I’ll have to try look for another girl around here that’s decent looking and around my age. Which would be pretty hard, knowing this town only has 120 people and half are old, cranky people or horny, old men.” He says. I sigh. “And if I agree?” I asked cautiously. He looked at me in the eye. “Then, Kat, you’re my wife and after 3 months, you walk away with a million dollars. Cash in hand.” He said casually. “And you can just, you know, hand me a million dollars?” I scoff. He raises his eyebrows. “Kat, I could give 2 million. You don’t know what I can do or what I have.” He smirks. I cock my head to the side. “3 million, and I’ll do it.” I say. If he had money, surely he could give me 3 million, right? I was praying that 3 million was over the limit. “Deal. Done. Kat, you’re now my wife. First, you have to sigh this contract.” He clapped. My eyes widened.

“Wait, what!” I gasped, walking after him to his car.

 

– Miss Katerina Belle Woodson, you hereby accept the three-month marriage contract to Mr Jaxon Christian White.

– Miss Katerina Belle Woodson, you will obey the demands and orders of Mr Jaxon Christian White.

– Miss Katerina Belle Woodson, you will not be seen kissing, flirting or sexually touching another man, other than Mr Jaxon Christian White within the 3-month period of marriage.

– If Miss Katerina Bell Woodson violates these terms in any form or way, it will result in a penalty of a total of one million US dollars.

 

I stared at the full, double sided four pages of the contract. Damn, he was full business. I was doing business with one of the richest (and hottest) teenagers, ever. I rolled the inky, smooth, black ben between my fingers nervously, as my eyes skimmed through the sentences. He sounded as if he was my master and I was his personal slave or something, well, I kind of was. I sighed. “What’s life without risk?” I mumbled to myself. This is for $3,000,000 Kat, three million. The things I would do with that money. Find my parents first, that’s for sure.

I shut my eyes, what was there to lose?

Your sanity. My voice mocked me. 

I sighed and bit my lip as my fingers moved and…I signed the contract.