Contract Marriage: I Will Never Love You

Sarah

Why am I doing this?

I think that, as I allow Vanessa and Mark to lead us to their room at the resort,

This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I need to put a stop to this before it gets too far.

But it's as if I lost all my willpower as I watch Mark open the door and motion me in with a sly grin. "Don't look so nervous, Sarah. This is going to be fun, I promise," he says.

I never noticed this before, but something about Mark is off-putting. Or maybe I am just imagining it because I don't really want to do this.

I step into the room, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. The room is dimly lit, the bed large and inviting, and I can't help but think of all the things that could happen here. Things I never thought I would do.

Behind me, I hear the door click shut. Matthew brushes past me, his shoulder bumping mine roughly. He doesn't look at me as he moves further into the room.

Vanessa follows, her hand trailing along my arm. "Make yourself comfortable," she purrs.

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I swallow hard, my feet rooted to the spot. This is wrong. This isn't me. What am I doing here?

Mark comes up behind me, his hands resting on my hips. "Relax, Sarah," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "We're going to take good care of you."