The System's Contract
Language: en
In the tenth year of Blake Sterling conquering me, he was hooked into bed by Vivian. The girl was soft and tender, in her early twenties, the age of passion, charming the man so much he didn't get out of bed for three days. I barged into the wedding room I decorated myself. Messy lingerie, the smell of sex, everything made me gag. But he just blew a smoke ring, hugging the woman covered in red marks into his arms. "If you can't stand it, get out. I'll find someone to clean up!" My eyes were red, hysterical. He said nothing, making me look like a lunatic. The next day, he requested…