"𝗡𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄." 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗽, 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮. 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿. "𝗦𝗵𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸." _____ "How many people have signed that contract?" "9" he says bluntly, like he knew I was gonna ask him that. 9 women have signed it, been with him like i have. I'm number 10. "I don't get it," I say, putting my fork down on the table. "You don't get what?" "Why do you make people sign that thing? I mean, Jack doesn't make his girlfriends sign a confidentiality contract!" my voice raises, and I bite my lip to stop myself. Theres a long, filled silence in the room as he raises his eyebrows at me. "I like being in... control," his words sends a shiver down my body. His stern eyes shoots at mine, and his lips purse as I try to figure what that means. "But.. How? What do you want me to do?" "I want you to give yourself to me... completely." -- - transferred from old account. Written: June 28, 2017 - July 15, 2017