Chapter 12 Not Again

• Even in her daze, Chelsea understood that last sentence. She instantly stopped crying and opened her misty eyes.
• With her vision blurred and everything seemingly swaying about, Chelsea couldn't even tell what was in front of her. She felt around with her hands, making contact with something soft, warm, and a little prickly. “Do you mean it? Can you help me call off the engagement?”
• Chelsea was dead set against getting married. Even in her drunken stupor, the client could feel her fierce determination. He hummed in response before adding, “I'm a man of my word. But I can't be helping you without getting anything in return. As such, you have to agree to two conditions.”
• “Just two conditions?”
• “Yes.”
• “You can't sell me off again! I have nothing left for you to sell!” Chelsea exclaimed.
• “I won't sell you!”
• “Okay... What are the conditions then?”
• “My first condition is that you treat me well and give in to all my needs. No matter what my request is, you have to agree to it. You can't hide, complain about the pain, or play dead. The second condition is that during this year that we have together, you aren't allowed to have sexual relations with other men. Whether it's your boyfriend, fiancé, or husband, no one is allowed to touch you. I'm the only man who gets to use you however I like, both in and outside Femme Fatale.”
• Chelsea tried her best to pay attention as she counted along on her fingers. Alas, she couldn't get anything committed to memory. Despite that, she still nodded gravely. “Yes, that's fine. As long as I don't have to marry Ben, I'll do whatever you want. I don't want to ruin his life. My father is horrid, and my mother's so pitiful. I don't have a choice. Do you understand? There are things that I have to keep to myself. I'm telling you only because you want to help me. I'm not a bad woman. I'm not...”
• The truth usually came out when one was drunk, and Chelsea was no exception. She went on to share everything about Donald, and he listened attentively to her every word. “Does Donald hit you?”
• “No, he doesn't. He hits Mom. I give in to him when he hits her. But if he hits me...”
• “If he hits you, let me know. I'll get someone to deal with him.” For some inexplicable reason, the client felt sympathy toward Chelsea. She's a pretty tough woman, very different from what I had imagined. He was also sure that given how drunk she was, she wouldn't have understood a single word he said, nor would she remember the conditions he had laid out.
• However, none of that mattered to him. After all, they still had plenty of time together.
• Just then, Chelsea started giggling as if she had thought about something funny. Before long, she was laughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was more than ready to sleep.
• The client was aware of that but still refused to let her doze off. There was so much he wanted to do with her.
• He turned off the lights, pulled her toward him, and started nibbling on her lips and neck. “You're not allowed to sleep. I haven't had enough. I want you to satisfy me as much as you can. Satisfy me!”
• With the lights switched off, Chelsea was unaware of her surroundings. After fumbling about for a while in the darkness, she felt his hair. It was only then that a sense of relief washed over her. However, she didn't understand what he had asked of her and merely went along with his thrusts.
• Just like that, the two of them went at it like rabbits.
• Chelsea was breathless as she matched the speed and rhythm of her client. At the same time, the sensation sent her into sheer ecstasy.
• The mixture of pain and joy only heightened the pleasure that Chelsea felt surging through her body.
• She bit her client, not knowing how much force she put into it, only to have him bite her back.