Chapter 5

• Part of the contract
• Sophia's point of view.
• I turned to the bathrooms to look for Christian, I was very uncomfortable in the company of his high society friends, they were talking about foreign currencies, investments, and especially about bulky women, and what they would do with their huge breasts in their mouths. They were disgusting!
• But my eyes were wide open when I saw Christian's ex-wife, the big woman was coming down the hall, fixing her hair and wiping her cheek, it looked like she was wiping a tear, but my surprise was greater when I saw behind her my beloved new boss, I could perceive from her walk an air of satisfaction; At the conclusion of the case, they were together.
• I felt how nerves took over my stomach, something like a jealousy attack, it was as if I was his real girlfriend, I took a deep breath and regained my position; Christian saw me in the distance, gave me a big smile, raised his hand and greeted me, I just lifted mine a little and also greeted him, responding with a big but fake smile.
• "Did it take me too long?" He asked me a little cheekily, I was silent for a few seconds as I thought about what to answer.
• "No, not at all, I think you were doing something very important" Christian looked at me like a child who had just found a new toy, or who had made a fool of himself.
• "She's jealous Isabella, my ex-wife is completely jealous, thank you" her words made my countenance change immediately, what I suspected was true, I was talking to her, and as crazy as it sounds, it made me a little jealous.
• "Well, Christian, I'm so happy for you, that's part of the contract, isn't it?" I turned to the table and took a glass of wine, and in one gulp drank the entire drink.
• "If this continues, if it really works, the contract may be for less time, obviously I will pay you in full as agreed Isabella, but you have no idea how much I want to get back for my wife. I turned around again and looked at him, surprised at what he had just said, frowned and made a bad gesture.
• "I came to think that his intentions were different.
• "What do you mean?" He asked, confused by my attitude.
• "No way, Christian, who am I to have an opinion on what you want or don't want to do?" — again I turned my gaze to the table, took another glass of wine, while he simply shrugged his shoulders, far from what I could feel, he was simply happy and satisfied to have caused his ex-wife those feelings, he was delirious, that she saw him with me wouldn't make her go back to his side, It was absurd, but there every madman with his story.
• He kept talking to his friends, from time to time I met his look with hers, and in those moments I went back to being his toy, because he caressed my back, or gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, at the moment when he wanted to run away from there, run and terminate the contract he had signed, But I needed the money so much... That my refuge was the glass of wine in front of me.
• I had a drink... Two drinks... meanwhile, Christian's indifference was more than evident, he acted as if he was carrying a trophy to an exhibition,
• I wanted to stay on the dressing table, and I felt dizzy, it was evident that the drink had caused its effect, no matter how many sudden movements I made, I had to go to the bathroom.
• "Christian, dear," I said in my voice confused, "I must go to the bathroom."
• At that moment he realized that things were not going well with me and with his astonished face, he showed me a feigned interest.
• "Are you okay?" Do you want me to accompany you?
• "No! I can go alone," I replied as I stumbled, but it was at that moment that I thought, first dead than simple, I walked as best I could, without revealing my state of unconsciousness.
• But inside I was dying, I wanted to vomit, I was completely drunk and discouraged, as best I could I got to the dressing table, knocked the door and quickly crouched down in front of the bathroom and started vomiting everything I had drunk, nausea took over me and tears were streaming from my eyes at the same time, A lot of garbage came out of me.
• I fell sitting against the wall of the bathroom, and my head was spinning, it was as if I was falling into a deep sleep, it couldn't be! the sleep and the discouragement, the drunkenness was being stronger than my own consciousness.
• Christian's point of view
• My gaze is focused on Georgina and my miserable cousin, they don't stop kissing, and as she does, she looks at me, her eyes are like two daggers that are completely piercing my insides, and it hurts, I swear it hurts.
• I take a big sip of my drink and want to tell Isabella that it's time to go, but she wasn't even sitting in the chair, that's when I realized that since she had gone to the bathroom she hadn't come back.
• "Have you seen Isabella?" I asked one of the people next to me, but he just shook my head, I got up from my seat confused and went to the bathroom, some women were at the door muttering and laughing loudly, while pointing to the bathroom.
• When I looked to see what was going on, poor Isabella was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, her clothes in tatters, her face in a suit, her makeup smudged, and completely asleep, honey! "What happened to you?" I barely whispered.
• "Get out of here!" Where is the gender solidarity that feminists fight so hard for? If they see a woman in this state and instead of helping her, they mock her.
• "Is she your wife?" Or your sister? One of them asked in a mocking tone, out of respect for the fact that they were women I didn't answer, I approached the fragile Isabella, and started to give her soft blows on her cheeks.
• "Isabella, Isabella, are you okay?" She barely moved and opened her eyes slowly, a strong stench came out of her mouth, and it made me laugh, she barely saw me, she jumped.
• "Where am I?" What happened? She asked as she straightened up, confused.
• "You're a little drunk honey, we're leaving this place, forgive me for not coming sooner."
• She didn't even realize what was going on, she hung on my shoulder and walked next to me, I led her out the back door to avoid guest comments and of course my ex-wife's murderous look would be a terrible idea if she saw that show.
• In the car, she lay on my chest, and fell asleep, it was about forty-five minutes until I got to my mansion and I could only caress her soft cheek, protecting her was my duty, I had made her someone she didn't want to be, and in her first time as part of the contract, He had given her a hard time.
• When we arrived, I took her in my arms and laid her down on my big leather couch, she was so sensitive, so tenuous, so fragile, she was only 21, and I didn't want to hurt her, if I wanted her to continue being my girlfriend on request, my baby suggar, I had to take care of those little details too, And I would have hurt myself. I wrapped her in a soft blanket and stayed by her side the rest of the night, I also fell asleep, it had been a long and strange night.