Chapter 6: To Fulfill The Contract

"Are you crying?" Heather asked. He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face.

"What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice rose.

"No, he's been good to me. I just... ran into Filla at the party." Prisley replied.

She never wanted to show her vulnerability outside. After saying goodbye to Steve, she had let her guard down and slowly made her way back, tears streaming down her face the whole way.

Heather immediately dialed Steve's number.

"Got it, thanks, Steve." He heard the whole story from Steve.

"I should go away. Otherwise, this kind of embarrassment will keep happening." Prisley sniffled. With Heather by her side, her mood improved.

Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't have to care about her."

"How can I not care? In your eyes, I'm just a fake version of her." Prisley moped on the sofa.

Seeing her sadness, Heather's eyes narrowed. He reached for a box on the nearby table. "Try this on, let me see how beautiful it looks on you."

He pulled out a dazzling diamond necklace with an intricate design, no doubt worth a fortune.

The expensive necklace sparkled against Prisley's delicate chest, complementing her evening gown perfectly.

Heather kissed Prisley's neck lightly. "It's stunning, suits you perfectly," his words carried an unusual tenderness.

"No, I don't need that," Prisley pushed him away and put the necklace back in the box.

"Why?" Heather was slightly annoyed. It was a new design by a famous designer, and he hadn't expected her rejection.

"Heather, you can't give me what I want. And what you  have given me, I don't really need."

Heather scoffed, "Don't expect me to give you marriage. We agreed on that when we signed the contract."

He waved the check and property documents, "Take these. I can buy you anything, give you lots money, isn't that enough?"

Prisley felt helpless. Their thoughts seemed like parallel lines, never intersecting.

"Maybe I needed those things before, but now, Heather, I don't care about them. All I want is a little respect from you, and you can't even do that," Prisley's voice sounded defeated.

"Ridiculous! Haven't I respected you?" Heather found it unbelievable.

"This afternoon in the meeting room, they humiliated me like that, not the first or second time. If you had stood up and stopped them once, they wouldn't have dared again. But you didn't."

"Filla is back and you still won't let me leave. Today I was humiliated by her once, there will be many more times in the future, but you don't care."

"Heather, I don't know what you're thinking. Can you really look at my pain and not feel anything?" Prisley's tears fell uncontrollably again.

Heather sighed, feeling that it was all absurd, that she was seeking trouble for herself.

Perhaps, as Steve said, Heather had grown up in luxury and never learned empathy. What seemed like a significant issue to Prisley was not worth considering to him.

All he only cared about was business, wealth, and relationships. He had been trained that way since childhood, in an wealthy but loveless family, groomed to be a success machine.

He was decisive and calm in business matters, but emotionally, he was always too cold and aggressive.

Meanwhile, Prisley grew up in a warm middle-class family, nurtured by her parents' love. She had once thought that her love and care would warm his heart, but she was wrong. Four years had passed, and he remained the same.

The apartment Heather had bought for Prisley was much smaller than his own mansion. He stayed in his own house most of the time, only coming over when he needed Prisley.

Tonight, he just wanted to bring over the diamond necklace to please Prisley and persuade her to give up the idea of leaving. But he hadn't gotten the slightest smile. Heather's face darkened.

Heather didn't want Prisley bother herself with such things. He just wanted to stay with her. When Prisley was around, his mood improved obviously .

He had never cared about when or why she was upset. It had always been Prisley who took care of him.

"Prisley, you're overthinking it. I don't want to use the term 'paranoia' on you. But don't you think you're being overly dramatic?"

"As for your talk about respect, I've always respected you. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."

"If you insist on being sulky, then let me remind you that you're the party B in the contract, and our contract is still in effect. You have no choice but to abide by the contract!"

Heather's eyes were ruthless and cold. He paused, perhaps feeling that such words were too harsh. He embraced Prisley and kissed her earlobe.

"Can we still be as good as we were?" His tone softened a bit.

Paranoia? No choice?

Prisley closed her eyes in pain, feeling that this man was beyond help. She had thought that after four years of being together, Heather would have some specially felling for her.

She suppressed the tremor in her voice. "Okay, we'll continue as before, according to the terms of the contract."

She pushed him away and headed to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To fulfill the contract." She forced a smile.

Not long after, Prisley went out of the bathroom, wearing a sexy nightgown and the perfume Heather liked - in fact, it was Filla's favorite scent.

She walked up to Heather.

Heather smiled. Indeed, she was still as obedient and easy to please as before.

Prisley dimmed the lights and kissed Heather's lips tenderly, just the way he liked it.

Her lips were soft, and she knew exactly where Heather was most sensitive. She knew his body too well.

Heather closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he had been waiting for all night.

Prisley undressed him.

Her slender fingers, soft and slightly cool, brushed lightly against his chest and abdomen, tracing his abs and the V-lines that lead down to his proudest part.

Heather felt a faint electric current coursing through his body. His breathing became heavy, and he enjoyed the gentle rain before the storm.

His thighs tensed under her tender tongue, revealing charming muscular contours. Heather felt the surge of electricity intensify.

His body grew hotter, the intense desire running rampantly through him, straight to the top of his head. He let out a moan deep in his throat.

He opened his eyes to kiss Prisley, only to see her indifferent eyes.

Heather was stunned, the heat in his body fading sharply.

"Prisley, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Prisley continued her actions, "I'm just fulfilling the contract."

Her voice was cold, her gaze equally devoid of passion.