Contract marriage: Her Obsession with my manhood

At the bar, Clara was sitting at the table next to Abby's table, covering her face with the menu card.

Abby took a sip of alcohol and took another one; following that, she gulped 4 cups of alcohol without a break. Now she was drunk; pretty eyes became drunken with a reddish color. Suddenly, she thudded her hand on the desk, shouting, "I'm going to find a handsome boyfriend!"

Clara shuttered even Annie too, who was about to take a sip of alcohol but ended up spilling all of it.

Sighing hopelessly, Annie put that glass aside, asking, "Were?"

Her weary eyes scrutinized Annie declared with her cute, sassy voice, "Help me with that, Annie. You are the only friend I have." She beamed bargaining eyes, which was hard to welcome deny.

"She is single. So Steven isn't her boyfriend." Clara exhaled, gratified.

"How about your husband?" Annie dictated.

Clara's eyes enlarged with shock. "Husband? Is she a married woman?"

"That rude pitch?" Abby gave a disgusted look.

"Is Mr. Steven that rude? I heard my colleague talking something like that too."

"Steven?" Clara's Irish boarned furthermore. "Is Steven her husband?" Her voice rarely left her lips as shocks kept interfering with her thoughts.

"I would rather choose the groom that my father picked for me." Abby scoffed and blinked to get the faded vision into a clear one.

"What is she talking about?" Clara's mind swaddled with the conflict. She squeezed her senses to connect Abby's and Annie's words, and at last she aghasted with the conclusion, "She is the runaway bride!"

"Are you blind or something? Do you even know how many women are chasing after him? You are his temporary wife. Just make use of the opportunity." Annie offered the idea in a lower voice cautiously.

"No!" Abby asserted, striking the glass across the table before firmly declaring, "I will never take him as my boyfriend!"

"Whatever!" Annie gave up on advice.

Clara froze and failed to recognize that the menu card had slipped down, exposing her identity.

Abby grabbed another glass of alcohol as Annie's eyes brightened, remembering something.

Abby's shaky hands refused to get a tight grip on the glass. So she gave up on it and sat leaning back on the seat instead.

"Our department is organizing a food festival tomorrow. How about you come with me? Our department has many handsome young-looking men." Annie informed her excitedly.

"Really?" Abby flashed curiosity.

"Yes!"

Abby offered a thumbs up. "Okay!"

Clara's frozen mind melted slowly hearing Abby, who was talking like she had no interest in Steven. At last, she returned and covered her face with that same menu card quickly before Abby noticed.

As Abby felt dizzy, she shook her head once to recorrect her blurry sight but found Steven's presence beside Annie.

"Who allowed you to drink this much?" Steven queried looking at the 10 empty glasses.

"Wait a sec! This voice belongs to Steven." Clara notified herself and slightly lowered down the menu card to find Steven scolding a drunken Abby.

"Oh moh! Mr. CEO!" Annie exclaimed, portraying her respect.

"Let's go!" Steven grasped Abby's wrist and pulled up.

She shook off his flaring instant rage with her reddish eyes. Honestly, it moderately threatened him. He masked his fear, saying, "Do you want to get beaten by your father?"

"Huh?" Abby's drunkenness faded away, tugging out the wide, shocking look.

"I have his number. He may be roaming around this area trying to find you on his own. How about I escort you there by myself?" Steven threatened her sarcastically.

She stood up immediately, throwing her handbag over his chest. "I'm coming!" She roared.

He held her handbag in one hand and pulled her by the other hand. "Don't accompany her with this kind of stuff from now on!" He profounded Annie before leaving with Abby.

Annie bowed politely, stammering, "Y-yes."

Clara was crestfallen witnessing Steven's sincerity in taking care of Abby. Her depressed eyes dropped to the floor, and a brief, hopeless sigh released from her lips.

They arrived at the house.

Steven went inside, following Abby, who had stumbled with each step. He cautiously followed back at her and caught her every time she failed to stomp her feet correctly on the floor.

At last, Abby reached the sofa. He pushed her onto the sofa and lifted his feet to head towards the staircase. Unfortunately, he got dragged back by his shirt right away, even before his feet landed on the floor.

She shoved him away just when he was about to fall on her. He ended up falling back on the sofa. Not to delay, she went crawled over him and blocked him from sitting up straight.

She blinked once and gazed intensively at his tension-glimmering eyes. She took back her hand from interlocking his and squeezed her two eyes to catch a clear sight. Then she locked his hand again without giving a reason.

"What are you-"

"Not bad," she praised his eye appearance, earning a confused look from him.

Thankfully, her butt didn't sit in his private area today. That was what relaxed his tension a little.

"Get off of me!" He warned her with a deep voice.

She crawled back as if obeying him. To his surprise, her hand grabbed his private area, noticing its bumpiness.

"Abby!" He sounded, quickly trying to escape from her.

Her grip on his shirt button blocked him. Standing her face against his private area, she appealed with puppy eyes, "Want me to undo this?"

In front of her glowing puppy eyes, he couldn't gather the energy to say no. "Get off of me!" He growled.

She enfolded her lips angrily, fixing her impossive gaze directly at his tensed eyes as if she owned him; she unfurled his belt instantly and rapidly. To his luck, his belt didn't come off fully.

She slammed his buttocks, causing him to lift them, and without delay, she unfurled his belt, fully earning his shock-shaded, irritated eyes.

"Do you even know what you are doing right now?" Steven yelled at her.

She slid down his pants to get his bulged innerwear into her sight.

"Right! I'm not an ordinary person. I have powers." Steven jogged his mind with beaming eyes. Immediately after that, before she undone his pants, he disappeared and brought himself into his room.

Abby's hand slipped on the sofa in disappointment. She blinked in confusion, noticing the empty sofa. Thereafter, she looked here and there and accidentally found Steven struggling to step on the staircase with those half-done pants.

"Aish! Shit! Did I turn on by her again?" He was pissed off, rushingly pulling up the pants. He ran towards the room hurriedly once after glimpsing Abby coming to him with the stumbled walk.

"I hate my power for having weakness like this!" He whined disappointedly.

He ran inside and slammed the door behind him.

Thinking he had escaped from her, he lay on the bed, embedding her front side body on the bed, forcing his dick to shut down.

Minutes passed.

His heart thundered hearing a tingling sound from the window. "Oh my god!" Exasperation occupied his expression, but before he proceeded, Abby jumped inside his room from the balcony window.

He kept taking steps backwards as drunken Abby came to him, asking, "Since I agreed to your terms, why don't you agree with me?" She showed the ring to him, saying, "See! I gave you my finger. What did you give me in return?"

He shook his head and kept stepping backwards until he bumped back into the wall.

She reached him at last. Pulling his collar, she warned him, "If you try to run away again, I will take off this ring."

She tried to show him the rehearsal.

"No!" He stopped her.

"Then let me do my job," she growled closer to his face.