The Royal Contract

His eyes would never tire of admiring beautiful women with stunning bodies. He loved the challenge of wooing them, dining with them, and, lastly, sleeping with them.

It was a routine that he would never get bored. But once the girl became clingy, the relationship abruptly turned sour. And he knew it was time to end it.

"Do you know her?" David asked his friend, pointing to the woman drinking at the other table on the other side of the bar.

It seemed since he first noticed her that night, his eyes could not stop fixating on her. He wondered why since she did not seem the type of woman he went for.

But then again, what was his type? He liked his woman as aggressive, playful, and someone who knew what she wanted.

"No." His friend finally answered after checking the girl. "She must be new," Alex concluded when he did not recognize her.

In his observation, she appeared silent, timid, and innocent. And she seemed responsible as he watched her reluctantly drink the glasses served to her.

He concluded she was the opposite of what he liked in his women. She was the typical woman who would demand commitment in a relationship.

"Are you interested?" Evan asked him, checking out the girl he had his eyes on. "If you are not..."

He could already tell what Evan would say since they came from the same cloth. Therefore, he cut him off. "I might be." Staking a claim on her.

Somehow, he did not want his friend to have her even though he was not even sure he wanted to make a play for her.

As he said, she was not his usual type. Frankly, he avoided her kind like the plague. He did not like women who wanted more than what he could give.

Besides, he never believed in monogamy. He never saw himself marrying one woman. He knew if he ended up tying the knot with one person. He would either divorce her eventually or cheat on her.

But the other part of him ignored the warning and won.

"Hey, girls. It seems like you are celebrating something special." He spoke his opening line, using his connection to the woman sitting beside the target of his attraction.

He continued discussing their last transactions, appearing it was just a casual encounter between two business associates.

Nevertheless, he felt a tinge of satisfaction when it appeared he had caught her attention. And more, when he finally felt a connection when their fingers touched.

"Rosella!" And when he said her name. It was like the most beautiful word he had ever heard. But not as gratifying as hearing her say, "Damn! That was sexy."

It seemed all his blood pooled downwards, centering on the core of his being. He wondered how he managed to control himself after that.

It was like an angel spoke to him, making him float in the heavens. Although, the words were nothing but angelic.

On the contrary, it created an inferno inside him. He was afraid that if he had continued to feel this way. It would eventually send him to hell in a burning rage.

"Let me call you in the morning." He offered, arranging an appointment with her.

But if it had been up to him, he would prefer she come home with him tonight. The sooner he dealt with this growing obsession with her, the sooner he could get her out of his system.

He concluded that he found her a challenge. She was something he never had before. Now, he wanted to conquer something out of his comfort zone.

"Sure." She answered him with a timid smile, confirming that his assumption about her was correct.

But how innocent was she, he wondered. He guessed that was the appeal that nagged at his curiosity and interest.

Now, he was on a new quest. This time, he wished to conquer and explore something he had never had before, a relationship with someone like this intriguing and enchanting woman.