Lust Contracts

His Real Self

“Hell. Those fucking bitches were so annoying. They were chatting all the way through the whole

fucking shoot. I could hear almost every word that they said, and they fucking thought they were

fucking whispering…” Sean growled through clenched teeth as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.

Shit…I knew it. He heard them. I let out the breath that I had been holding. When we are alone, EROS

is gone. The man standing in front of me is Sean Herman, the real man behind EROS. The only son of

the Herman family and sole heir to the largest entertainment company, GH entertainment.

“You did well. I’m sure the photos will look great,” I said as I offered him a little smile.

“Of course, it will…but who cares…” Sean said with a shrug before he plopped down into a chair in

front of the mirror.

“Let’s pack up and head back?” I suggested.

It was very late, and no one gets off work until Sean does so truthfully, we were holding up the entire

team. By the time the shoot had ended, it was way past midnight, and I was sure that everyone was

looking forward to calling it a day.

“You won’t be here tomorrow, right?” Sean asked.

“Yea…I won’t be…” I replied quietly.

I heard Sean click in tongue in annoyance. Tomorrow, I have to work for another client, meaning my

other contract husband so I won’t be working as his manager.

“Your hair and your shirt are all wet. You should change or you’ll catch a cold…” I warned as I pointed a

finger at his chest.

“Help me…” Sean said softly.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“Help me…change my clothes…” Sean requested once again.

“No. You can do it yourself,” I refused directly.

“Hmm…I guess everyone will have to sleep in this shitty studio tonight then,” Sean said casually before

smirking at me.

“Huh?” I let out a sound of surprise.

“I’m not moving from this chair until you do as I say…” Sean said, sounding very much like a spoiled

kid.

“Stop playing games with me, Sean!” I snapped at him immediately.

I stormed towards the closet in the room where his clothes were. Grabbing his shirt, his jeans, and his

black leather jacket, I quickly brought them out and dumped them on the dressing table right in front of

him.

“Change your clothes…now…” I commanded as a scowl creased my brows.

I need to stop this. Botox and facial lifts are expensive, and I need to save up money. My beautiful face

is part of my trade so I must maintain it as best as I can. With that thought in mind, I sucked in a deep

breath and relaxed my face into a polite expression.

“I hate how fake your face looks right now,” Sean stated with distaste.

“Stop pissing me off and just do as I say…please…” I said in a tight voice as I plastered a smile on my

face all for the sake of preventing lines from creasing the skin on my face.

Suddenly I heard soft knocks on the dressing room door. It must be someone from the team of staff.

“Yes? What is it?” I called towards the door.

“Umm…the car is ready…” the staff informed us.

The message was clear. Everyone was ready to go, and they were just waiting on us. While Mister

EROS here refuses to change his own clothes!

“Sean, change your clothes and come outside, ok? I’ll be waiting for you,” I instructed as I gestured to

the clothes that I had placed on the table in front of him.

Sean looked at the clothes on the table with emotionless eyes. It was like he didn’t see them at all. I

sighed loudly as I turned on my heels and started to walk away. Suddenly, I felt his grip on my wrist and

then my arm and body were being pulled backwards.

“When did I say that you could leave?” Sean asked but it wasn’t really a question.

“Sean…” I whispered his name in shock as the grip on my wrist tightened slightly.

His golden eyes narrowed at me as he slowly stood up from his seat. I could tell from the look in his

eyes that he was quite angry right now. Instinctively, I took a step back as he came closer, his hand still

holding my wrist. He took another step towards me, and I took another step back until I felt the

hardness of the table behind me bumping into the flesh of my buttocks. That was when I realized that

he had me cornered.

“Sean…not here…” I said softly as I brought my other hand up and touched his chest.

I felt the wetness of his shirt on the palm of my hand. His shirt is wet, and he still refused to get

changed. His eyes stared deeply into mine and it was impossible for me to look away from the

captivating beauty of his eyes. These eyes that have captivated the countless souls of his fans, I’m

getting to see them up close. Honestly, I wasn’t a fan of his at all.

Slowly his hand reached for my hand and removed it from his chest before he slowly leaned in closer

and started kissing the side of my neck softly. His hands held both of my wrists to prevent my escape

as his body trapped me in between the dressing table and his tall and large frame. His lips felt warm

and demanding on my neck as his soft kisses quickly turned into firm sucking. When he ran the tip of

his tongue along the arch of my neck, my body shivered, and I heard myself let out a soft moan.

Sean moved even closer, pining his hips against me, trapping me between him and the table behind

me. My eyes widened in surprise at how hard his cock had already gotten. I could feel his hardness

press against me as he pressed me against the table. Without saying anything, his hands released

mine and began unbuttoning the small buttons of my white shirt. One by one he undid the buttons

before he parted the fabric covering my body to the side.

--To be continued…