Lust Contracts 18+ Hunting for Love with My Three Contract Husbands

40 A Client with Mysteries

“Stop,” he said all of a sudden as he reached for my hand.

“Let go...” I said immediately.

I tried to pull my hand away, but he only held on to it tighter than before.

“Hi there, can I have the usual? Oh, make that double the usual...” he called out at a shop.

“Sure thing! You hardly drop by anymore...” a man’s voice replied.

“Shit got busy...sorry...” he called back.

I looked in confusion at the store that we had stopped in front of. Apparently, it was a patisserie with its display window filled with macarons, cakes, tarts, and the like.

“Thanks, bro...” EROS said as he took two bags from the man and paid him.

I watched in confusion at the exchange and wondered to myself what I was still doing here and why EROS was still holding my hand.

.....

“Here. This is for you...” he said calmly.

I raised an eyebrow at him as I stared dubiously at the cute little pink bag that he held towards me.

“What is this for?” I asked.
“For you. It’s an ‘I am sorry’ gift,” he said and I could tell by his eyes that he was smiling beneath his face mask.

“Aha...” I muttered, not quite impressed.

“Just take it. The macarons here are the best, especially the ones in raspberry flavor. I had to skip out on my practice just to pick it up...and then I got chased on the street by my fans and the guys that my manager sent after me...” EROS started complaining like he had the worst life in the world.

“Thanks. Goodbye,” I said as I took the bag from him and walked away.

This time, to my relief, he didn’t follow me. I continued walking away although I could feel his eyes burning into my back. Honestly, I never thought that the superstar EROS would be such a creepy and weird guy. After a while, I turned back to the spot where we had parted and to my surprise he was still standing there. Seeing that I had turned around, EROS lifted a hand up and waved a little at me. I quickly spun on my heels and began walking faster away from him.

Later that night after I had a relaxing dinner with Justin, I took out a piece of raspberry macaron and took a bite. The sweet and slightly sour taste filled my mouth as the macaron melted on my tongue. EROS was right, it tasted wonderfully fulfilling and sweet. The corners of my lips turned upwards before I placed the remaining piece of the macaron into my mouth. Once again, the sweet and satisfying taste filled my mouth as it melted and for brief moment, it reminded me of the taste of his kiss.

...

It was a sunny and bright day when I woke up to be greeted by a smiley Justin who was waiting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand. I bet I had a very ugly bedhead right now, but I was sure that Justin didn’t care. I woke up slightly later than usual because I didn’t have much to do today apart from going out to buy some cheap and basic furniture to fill in my new and empty apartment. The fact that Justin was still here and not yet in the office meant that he probably needed to talk to me about something.


“What’s up?” I asked as I ran my fingers through my long hair.

My fingers glided smoothly through my silky hair without the interruption of any tangles. I guess standard shampoo and condition off the shelf from the supermarket wasn’t too bad after all.

“You’re humming again. In a good mood?” Justin asked.

“I got my own apartment, so yes,” I replied lazily.

“I’ve got even better news for you. Sit down, girl,” Justin said as his eyes twinkled at me.

“Another client?” I made an educated guess.

“A very big and wealthy fish,” Justin said proudly.

“You know, I had a hard time believing it at first that I’ll be getting clients. I guess you’re really a pro at what you do...” I complimented him honestly.

“That’s why I’m in this business, you know...give me some credit,” Justin replied before winking at me.

“So, who is it?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

“You’re not going to believe it. Adrian Amsworth, heir to the Amsworth healthcare empire!” Justin announced proudly as he threw his arms up in the air.

Adrian Amsworth, that’s a name that had a very familiar ring to my ears. Of course, it did. I just met the guy after running in front of his car and after that he healed my wounds. Not that I wanted to tell Justin that. The main issue for me was...

“He’s married, so he’s out. I won’t do married men, not sorry,” I pointed out as I shook my head in disapproval.

I am not entering into a contract with a married man. It doesn’t matter how urgently I need the money, fooling around with a married man was just off limits to me. It would probably only add to my problems, and I didn’t need that right now.

“What are you talking about? Adrian’s not married,” Justin countered.

“He has a daughter,” I stated firmly.

“That doesn’t mean that he’s married. He’s a widower, his wife is dead,” Justin quickly corrected.

“She passed away?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, she’s dead. He has a daughter, you’re right about that. Does the fact that he has a daughter bother you?” Justin asked before rolling his eyes at me.

“Umm...no...” I mumbled.

I’m actually quite fond of kids but it wasn’t like I had a lot of experience dealing with them. I ran into the girl in question recently too. If I remember correctly, her name is Millie and she looked quite cute.

“Great. Why don’t you take a look at the contract first then?” Justin suggested as he handed me the papers.

“Adrian Amsworth...” I read out his name.

–To be continued...