Chapter 14-My Contract with Him Selene's POV: I powered on the laptop on the desk and opened a blank document. After staring at the empty screen for a moment, my fingers began to move. Party A: Veanssa Armand Not my real name. But does it matter? This contract isn't about me-it's about controlling Party B. Party B: Aaron Scott Also known as a noble-faced playboy. Party B agrees to abide by the following rules during cohabitation: No kissing, touching, or harboring lustful thoughts toward Party A. No interference in Party A's private life. No bringing other women over. I didn't care about him; this was just to prevent unnecessary drama. Be home before 8 PM every night. Of course, this didn't mean I would miss him or wait for him-it was purely practical. Both parties agree to terminate the arrangement once Party A is out of danger. Violating this contract will result in severe penalties. Satisfied, I printed two copies. Holding the contract, I headed straight for Aaron's room. The door was ajar. I knocked-no response. Hesitating briefly, I pushed it open and stepped inside, into a space that belonged purely to him-cool, masculine, and stylish. Black and gray dominated; charcoal-gray sheets lay perfectly on the bed, inviting anyone to crawl in. Clean, minimalistic furniture spoke volumes without a word. I didn't see him inside, so I turned to leave. That's when I heard a rhythmic thud, thud from downstairs. Curiosity pulled me toward the sound until I found myself outside the home gym. I froze at the sight. Aaron was hitting a punching bag, shirtless, his shorts hanging low on his hips. Sweat dripped down his wet black hair, traced his chiseled jawline, and ran across his broad chest. My eyes were drawn to the jagged scars running from his chest down to his abdomen. That must have hurt, I thought, staring at the mark and at the force in his punches. "Want to join me?" His deep, smooth voice pulled me out of my daze. "N-no, thank you," I stammered, shaking my head and looking away from his eagle-like gaze. "I've 1514 37.84% Chapter 14 My Contract with Him already written the contract. You can take a look." # Gets Menu He removed his gloves, took the papers from my hands, and skimmed them quickly. I couldn't help sneaking a glance at his massive chest, muscles rippling beneath bronzed, taut skin. They looked as hard as stone. His biceps were equally impressive, reminding me how effortlessly he'd lifted me as if I weighed nothing. What a sexy bastard! "You can touch if you want, darling," he suddenly said. "Huh?" "You've been staring at my muscles. I guess you like what you see?" he teased, clearly enjoying himself. My cheeks flushed immediately. "The contract only forbids Party B from touching Party A. So, Party A can do whatever she wants to Party B, right?" he asked with a mischievous grin. I shot him a sharp look, silently warning him to shut up. He laughed. "I agree to all your rules. Pen?" I handed him a pen, and he signed his name. "Do you have raisins?" he asked lightly. "No, why?" "Dates?" After a moment, I realized the implication and couldn't help but laugh. He was asking me out! "When I said I'd pursue you, I meant it, angel," he said, his tone suddenly serious, eyes full of sincerity that made my heart race. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed, okay?" Before I could respond, he'd already left the gym. But, in truth, he didn't need my answer. The expression of delight on my face answered for me. Damn! I cursed myself for being so weak-willed around him. How did he manage to make me want to pull him close and push him away at the same time? No man had ever made me feel so conflicted. Perhaps I was developing Stockholm syndrome. Ten minutes later, he returned, looking like he had stepped out of the cover of a men's fashion magazine. A crisp dark shirt tucked into tailored pants, paired with a black belt and polished shoes, completed the look. His hair was perfectly styled, and he smelled faintly of fresh shampoo. He stood tall, radiating confidence that drew attention. Compared to his previous white shirt, the dark color 15:14 37.45% made him appear more aggressive. What would it be like to sleep with a man this handsome? I licked my lips unconsciously. "Angel, if you keep staring at me like that, I might not let you leave," he said calmly, though his taut expression suggested otherwise. His eyes glimmered with predatory hunger, as if poised to pounce. I raised a finger in warning. "Cohabitation Agreement, Rule #1: No lustful thoughts toward Party A." "Oops, my mouth often ignores my brain when keeping secrets," he grinned, showing perfect white teeth, then reached for my hand. "Ready? Our first date awaits." I didn't understand why he invested so much effort in me when hundreds of other women would throw themselves at him at any moment. Maybe some men enjoyed the hunt more than the catch. I was curious. I had no chance to refuse-my hand was already in his, and just like that, he led me out the door. Leave a comment 1614 37.84