Page 12 of Filthy Commitments
I looked the one-page contract over and saw that it had all I wanted on it. Then I handed it to Asia. “Your turn to read our contract, Asia.”
She murmured, “Our contract.” I watched her as she read it and nodded. “Yes, this is what he and I have discussed. I agree to it all.” Isabel handed her a pen, and she signed it as I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. Then I signed it too, and we were a done deal.
For the next three months, anyway.
“The money will be held in our bank in an escrow account for you, Miss Jones. If either of you decides you want out of the contract, it will be up to the Dom to decide if you get any of the funds he set aside for you. Do you understand?” Isabel moved the financial page to Asia, and she signed it too. Isabel smiled at me. “You’ve been very generous, Mr. Simmons. I do hope you two find what you’re looking for.”
I didn’t have to hope. I knew I’d found the right woman to play my wife. And she already exhibited signs of being a perfect sub for me. I wasn’t sure how I got so lucky, but I felt like I’d won the lottery. Getting up to leave, I took Asia by the hand and went out to where the car was waiting to take us back to the airport. “Is all the flying bothering you?”
She shook her head. “Not so far. We only have a few hours back to New York, right?”
“I chartered a private jet. It’ll be a couple of hours, and in the meantime, we’ll enjoy dinner in the air. I’ve ordered lobster and steaks.” I opened the door for her and the evening sun was pleasantly warm on our faces.
“That’s thoughtful of you.”
The driver hurried to open the back door to let us in. She slid in and crossed her beautifully slender legs and I took the seat next to her. I gave her some room, although I wanted to be as close to her as I could get. I wasn’t sure when I was going to give her the news about the fake marriage and how I expected her to act about it. She seemed up for anything in a laid-back kind of way. Surely, she wouldn’t hate the idea.
Would she?
Asia
Although a sense of calm had washed over me, I began to mull over the things I’d read in the contract I had signed. There was a part about the fact no kidnapping charges could ever be filed on my Dom. I wondered why there had to be a thing like that. Had the man who’d just become my Dom kidnapped someone before?
And then there was the part about me not being able to wear anything other than what he gave me. I had to do as he said at all times too. While those things might seem easy enough to do for the amount of money he was giving me, I wondered if I could do that for three whole months. I wasn’t without a brain, I could make my own decisions, and I made good ones. So, why would I even need a man to make such small decisions for me? The answer was easy.I wouldn’t!
But this was a role I was playing is how I had to look at it. For three months, I’d be this man’s puppet. It was a notion I’d have to settle into. Jett poured a tall glass of Champagne and handed it to me then poured one for himself. Facing me, he gave me a smile. “This may seem silly, but it might not be after you hear what I have to say.”
I nodded and waited with curiosity. The man was a bit different than I’d imagined him to be. I was quickly finding out that I couldn’t count on him acting any certain way. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two small black boxes. He opened one and I saw a thick platinum wedding band in it. He pulled it out and put it on his finger. “You’re married?”I said horrified!
“No!” He chuckled. “The look on your face is priceless. No, I’m not married.”
He opened the next box, and there was a brilliant diamond engagement ring and a wedding band that matched his. I stared at the opulent rings. “What’s this about?”
“Hold out your left hand.” His eyes held mine as I did as he said.
He slipped the rings onto my finger, and I felt the weight of them as if it was an ominous sign. “Jett, I don’t understand.”
The pad of his thumb ran over my finger and the rings as he placed them on. “I need a fake wife for a few occasions this summer. That’s the main reason I purchased you.”
“To lie to people?” I was more than a bit shocked. The man who was sitting next to me should never have to purchase a woman. He was drop dead gorgeous, wealthy, and I thought he was charming to boot. Why would he need me to lie about such a thing as being his wife?
“Well, yes.” His hand traveled up my arm, leaving heat in its path. “Asia, I have my reasons, and frankly, I don’t like explaining myself to others. That’s why I decided a sub would be best for this task.”
I downed the drink and put the glass down. He followed my lead and drank his up too. “So, I can’t ask you any questions about anything?” I was beginning to get a little dumbfounded by him.
He put his empty glass down, next to mine. “No, you can’t. That was one of the rules. Don’t you recall that?”
“Not one that stated that exactly.” I tried to remember what all was on that paper. I didn’t think I’d seen anything that said I couldn’t ask him any questions. “But I can follow that rule. What I’m having trouble with is the lying. Who will I be lying to, exactly?”
“My family, friends, people I went to college and high school with. Basically, everyone I know and don’t know. You see, we’ll be maintaining to the outside world that you and I are husband and wife.” He smiled as if what he said had made perfect sense.Which it did not!
“Your family?” I was flabbergasted. “Your parents?”
He nodded. “Yes. And we’ll be stopping by their home on our way to what everyone will know as our new home. The one I’ll be leaving you at the end of the contract if you’re a good girl and do as I say, ‘at all times’.” He really emphasized that part.
His term, good girl, was not making me happy. I was beginning to feel like his puppy or something else not normal, at all. “Jett, I think this is a thing you should’ve told me about before I signed the contract.”
“It was in there. It said you had to do as I say ‘at all times’ and be who I tell you to be. So, I am telling you to be Mrs. Jett Simmons. There are worse things to lie about.”
