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We work together in clearing out the mess in the back. I love how comfortable I feel doing things with her and wonder what married life will look like for us. How many children will we have? I find myself dreaming of something I never thought I'd have—a family.
"Brock, I'm going to take a shower and then try to write some of my story down. I really like that suggestion Erika made."
"Sure, no problem, we're almost done here."
She goes on tiptoes and pulls me down to her for a gentle kiss. I don't think she understands that even this innocent kiss makes my insides burn for her. I watch her retreat into her bedroom and start imagining what we'll do tonight in her bed.
I make myself some tea and sit down on my recliner in the living room. I've spent the past few days glued to Savannah's side, but Erika is right in that she needs to put her thoughts down. She's been through a lot since losing her parents.
My thoughts go to her beautiful creamy skin, gorgeous breasts, and delicious pussy. I'm deep in my X-rated thoughts when I hear a scream coming from my office.
"WHAT THE HELL, BROCK?"
Chapter 9
Savannah
It's been an amazing day. I loved Brock's friends, and I might have an interesting job to go to if I like how things go at Erika's gallery. I'm amazed at how Fletcher's art – which is astounding, by the way – provides him a good living all the way from her gallery up here in Hunter's Peak.
I take a quick shower and get ready for bed. I want to put some words down about my journey, before sexy times with my mountain man. I walk into Brock's office and admire the small library that he has. It's not as big as the other one he has, but I still love seeing all the books and the opportunities for learning.
My mind often wanders to what my life was like before, and even though I don't like to dwell on it too much, I do celebratethe fact that I'm no longer there, wasting my life away as a servant. I start looking around for some paper. I check and find the printer, so I take a few pages from that.
What I can't find is something to write with. You'd think he'd have some pens in his office. Which is why I start opening the drawers of his desk in search of one. After I open two or three, I find one where there are some crumpled papers.
I start to close the drawer, but catch the name Ivanov on part of the paper. Why is my name in this document? I know I'm probably crossing some boundaries here, but I take the papers out and start reading them.
A chill goes through me as I realize this is the contract Brock signed with the mail-order agency and my stepmother. I keep hoping to see something about a wedding, but instead, what I read has all the hairs on my body jump up in fright.
This contract is for a temporary fiancé — no strings attached. No strings attached. NO. STRINGS. ATTACHED.
"WHAT THE HELL, BROCK?"
I've never shouted in my life. Perhaps only after the intense orgasms Brock has been giving me, but normally, I'm a quiet, soft-spoken person. Right now, I want to keep on screaming. I march out of the office, contract in hand, and find Brock with an alarmed look on his face.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do, Brock Masters."
I toss the papers at him, and he catches them clumsily and holds them to his chest. I now see despair on his face, and for a moment, he seems speechless.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Savannah. I couldn't find the right time to bring the contract up."
"I'm not sure I understand what this means. We're not really engaged?"
"We are. It's just that after six months, I'm no longer required to marry you."
His words make me see red. How dare he?
"Didn't you think this was information I needed to know? We've been having unprotected sex, for goodness’ sake!"
His face goes pale at my words. He gets up and tries to touch me. I back away and put some needed distance between us.
"Let me explain, princess."
"Don't say that to me. I thought you were my safe harbor, Brock. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Will you just hear me out?"
I find myself trying to make excuses for him. Maybe whatever he has to say will make a difference. However, I don't get to hear any of it because his phone starts ringing.
