Convincing her

Jen laughed at herself as she felt that she was being ridiculous. One year was a long time, but it was not that long. She could also go see him whenever she wanted to. Why was she acting like they had broken up? With a sigh, she went up to their room to get the sleep that she was talking about. If she stayed awake, she feared that she might end up being dehydrated from crying.

*

Meanwhile, there was a couple that was currently staring at each other in silence. Naya looked at the papers in front of her and wanted someone to come and tell her whether she was having some weird dream. Was she reading too many novels? Because the situation she was looking at was so unbelievable, it might as well have been conjured up by an amazing author.

"What do you think?" Tyler asked as he looked at her with his frosty blue eyes. 

"You can't even ask me with a smile," she mumbled to herself as she read through the papers once more. A small smile appeared on his lips when he heard her words, but she completely missed it.

"Is this a prank?" she asked him as she put the papers on the table between them. The look in his eyes seemed to ask her whether she thought he had enough time to pull pranks like this.

"I'm serious, let's get married," Tyler repeated the words he had said earlier. 

"Why me? If it's going to be this kind of relationship, you could have chosen anyone," she asked as she tilted her head in curiosity. There was a long moment of silence before Tyler opened his mouth to answer her question.

"I'm fond of you," he said simply. 

"You are fond of me?" she asked, looking like she was even more confused than she was before.

"Mmmh," Tyler answered. 

"That's it?" she asked, hoping to get a more suitable answer.

"I also think we are very compatible," Tyler added, and an ambiguous smile appeared on his face, making her feel embarrassed. What was he thinking about right now?

"I don't see why I should sign this," she said, bringing them back to their topic of discussion. It had barely been four months since they started officially seeing each other. She knew that he wouldn't do this unless he was really feeling pressed to get married.

"Give me your terms, we can discuss them," Tyler said seriously and Naya sighed in frustration. What terms? She liked the man, but he was just too exasperating.

"You wrote here that we would separate amicably when one of us finds someone they want to marry in the future," Naya pointed at one of the clauses and Tyler nodded. He was honestly asking for a favour. So not to trap her (and himself), he drafted a contract for them to follow. 

"You also said not to interfere with each other's private lives?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow and he nodded once more.

"I have a problem with that, I won't be cuckolded, okay? You want to have a private life outside your private when we marry?" she asked him while frowning.

"Oh, so you agreed?" Tyler asked her when he heard her say 'when we marry'. 

"No, I didn't, Don't distract me. As I said, I won't be cuckolded, I can't accept it even now," she said as she held herself back from yelling.

"I'm not cheating on you even now," Tyler reassured her. Things like cheating were too troublesome. He was either in a relationship, or he wasn't. A relationship being the keyword.

"I have a problem with a few other clauses too," she said as she poked the paper with her finger.

"You said, this contract will be valid for three years," she said, reading the last line.

"Mmmh," Tyler answered.

"Do we divorce then?" she asked him while feeling a bit apprehensive about his answer.

"So you agreed?" Tyler asked again, throwing her off her mood.

"Don't distract me, just answer the question," she said, her face flushing from holding back her emotions.

"Only if one of us wants to," Tyler said as he looked at her with an amused smile. 

"If there is a baby…"

"I'll have custody," Tyler said, the look on his face uncompromising. Naya bit her lips as she hesitated. This would happen if they got divorced. So the only way to avoid such conflict she can either avoid having a child, or not get divorced.

The second option would be easier, with the way Tyler enjoys doing it with her, it wouldn't be a surprise if she got pregnant on their wedding night.

"No, if it involves a baby, then this whole thing will be void. I don't want to be absent from my child's life," she said firmly. Tyler looked at the woman's uncompromising attitude and felt his heart stir.

He was being pressured to marry at home, and some opportunists even started trying to overthrow him from his position because he had no child. What was he? The emperor? He had thought it was a joke until his mother started asking him to meet some girls from influential families so he can quickly marry. 

If this continued, he would find himself married without even being present for the wedding. So he decided that if that was what was going to happen, then it might as well be with someone he had affection for… correction, some affection for.

That was why he was having this discussion with Naya. He was still not sure how good they will be together since they just started dating recently and before that; they knew nothing of each other besides what they liked in the bedroom. Hence the contract.

Naya, who was glaring at Tyler, turned wide-eyed when she found herself trapped on her chair. His arms were on the armrests and his face was so close to hers she could count his lashes.

"So, you agreed, right?" Tyler asked her, his nose brushing against hers. 

"What do I have to do to convince you?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing into her own. Tyler turned to look at her desk and she could already imagine what he was thinking about. 

"No Tyler, this is my office," she whisper shouted, but when has he ever cared? As long as they were alone, it was fine. 

"I know," he said and leaned forward. This small movement connected their lips and his tongue plunged into her mouth almost immediately. The hands that had been waving the paper around everywhere and poking at it before were clenched on her lap.

She was enduring so she would not stimulate this beast because she knew he would not hesitate to do it on her desk. But resisting the urge to touch him turned out to be so difficult. Tyler separated from her and looked into her eyes.

"Have my skills deteriorated?" he asked because of how she was not all over him like she normally was. Naya felt a bad premonition when she heard his question.

"Or was it not enough to convince you? Looks like I'll have to work harder," he said, and the thin lips that were stained with her red lipstick curved into a rare to see smile. She did not think that her strategy would end up backfiring so horribly. In the end, wasn't this what she was trying to avoid?

Before she could say anything to stop him, she felt his cool hand at the back of her neck before she was pulled into a fierce kiss that had her clinging on to the lapels of his suit jacket. Her mouth was thoroughly plundered to the point she started to shake, not just from arousal, but from lack of oxygen. What was this man doing to her?

Tyler released her in a timely manner and watched her take deep breaths, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Did you forget to breathe?" he asked her, and Naya glared at him. It was that look again that stirred him up.

"Since…"

"No, I agree, okay? I've already agreed," (so please let me off) her expression seemed to say.

"That's great," Tyler said, and a trace of happiness flashed in his eyes, but it was so quick Naya didn't even manage to catch.

"Mmmh, you should let me go now," Naya said, but rather than being released, she was kissed again. Her eyes widened in surprise when this happened. This time, she felt him open a button on her shirt. Her hand quickly caught his to stop his actions.

"I've already been convinced," she said when she was given a reprieve.

"Mmmh, I thought we should celebrate," Tyler answered and a wicked smile appeared on his face.