Chapter 4 The Deal

Oh, gosh! What had she done? This man was so hot that Ann could hardly contain herself. J. Carter's tactile sensation was completely different from that of Hans Graham's. This man really got Ann infatuated and wanted him in frustration. The sensation of his touch really excited Ann.

What a shame! Annoying guest! Who did come and interrupt Ann's intimacy with J. Carter? Ann slapped her cheeks repeatedly. Wake up, Ann! Act like a lady of honor.

Ann rushed to her room and went to take a shower in the bathroom provided in her room. The hot shower made Ann feel relaxed. She wet her hair and lingered in the bathroom for a while.

Remembering the sensation of J. Carter's touch being interrupted by the sound of the bell made Ann imagine in her own sexual fantasy. She touched the top of her breasts while imagining J. Carter sucking and caressing her sensitive area with his tongue.

Ann felt the sensitive area between her thighs with her fingers. She played it repeatedly until she felt a tingling sensation that stimulated her to be excited until she reached the peak of pleasure.

Ann groaned and sighed in pleasure under the hot shower in the bathroom as she called J. Carter's name several times until she was satisfied.

"Oh... yes... J.... J... Please... Please..." sighed Ann while playing her fingers between her thighs.

When Ann finished bathing, J. Carter was waiting for her in her bedroom. In his hand was a document and a pen that had been prepared. He sat casually on the edge of the bed.

Ann instantly imagined J. Carter's hand reaching out and plopping Ann onto the bed. But her thoughts were soon interrupted by the deep and calm voice of J. Carter. The man smiled kindly and looked so charming that Ann's heart beat faster.

"Hello, Ann. Have you finished your shower?" asked J. Carter pleasantly.

"Yes, I have," answered Ann a little awkwardly.

"Sorry, I came into your room. I just wanted to get to you quickly," said J. Carter.

"Ah, that's fine," Ann said as she dried her wet hair with a towel with a smile.

Ann's way of walking looked very sexy. Her beautiful curvy body, like a Spanish guitar, was clearly printed on her tank top. Her bright green eyes and curly eyelashes looked seductive. Her cherry red lips looked wet, making anyone who saw Ann at this time want to kiss and feel the sweetness of those supple lips.

"Wow, you smell nice," muttered a male voice that sounded masculine and seductive in Ann's ear.

J. Carter was grinning like a fool as he sat on the edge of Ann's bed.

"What?" Ann asked with a seductive smile, then sat down next to J. Carter. They sat so close that Ann could smell the man's masculine scent.

"You smell like soap. Have you showered too? The smell of cooking has gone from your body," said Ann, leaning her face toward J. Carter in a natural sensual motion.

"You also smell like soap. You look lovely, Ann. Hans Graham was completely blind. He is a jerk," said J. Carter appreciatively.

"Oh, thank you. You flatter me," said Ann chuckling happily.

"I'm telling nothing but the truth," J. Carter replied with a broad grin.

"So, what's up?" asked Ann.

"Here, read it. I've made a contract for us," said J. Carter, holding out two copies of the agreement in Ann's hand.

"This fast? Wow! You really responded quickly to my request," Ann exclaimed in admiration. She flipped through the paper and skimmed through its contents.

There were many clauses and articles in legal language written in detail with a lot of pages in small print. But, just looking at it, Ann was too lazy to read it word by word.

"If you agree, please sign in two copies of the agreement and initial on each page," said J. Carter.

"Okay, I'll sign right now," said Ann, taking the pen from J. Carter's hand.

"Wait! You don't want to read it carefully first? Then, you can ask me anything. But, if you have signed the contract, you must comply with it and must not cancel the agreement until the expiration date of the agreement for any reason," said J. Carter, patting Ann's shoulder gently.

"Tell me the points. You must have memorized the important points in it, right?" asked Ann impatiently.

"Well, basically, you're going to be J. Carter's fiancé and get married next month. This marriage must be maintained for one year. After that, you can choose to divorce or continue this marriage based on the agreement of both parties. During the agreement period, you are obliged to act as the wife of J. Carter under any conditions, in public or private life. You must comply with J. Carter's decision and try to support J. Carter as best you can," said J. Carter.

"Okay, it still sounds normal to me. You don't have any weird hobbies involving violence against women, do you?" asked Ann with a probing look.

"No, Ann. I can guarantee J. Carter is not into violence against women. Instead, you are free to use the facilities and wealth of the Carter family for your life. The Carters will treat you well," said J. Carter.

"Okay, Jace. Sounds good to me. One question from me. What happens if I want to cancel the contract before the contract period ends?"

"The Carters can't tolerate that, Ann. We have many secrets that influence business success. Therefore, if you agree to this agreement, you are obliged to obey it until the end and keep the Carter family secret forever. If you violate, the consequences will be fatal," said J. Carter seriously.

"I understand. You must have many secrets and enemies. All billionaire families are like that," Ann muttered.

"Yeah, more or less. So, are you willing to help? I won't insist if you want to back down now," said J. Carter.

"Being J. Carter's fiancé and wife for the next one year? Not a bad idea! At least I can get my revenge on Hans Graham. He can't look down on me," said Ann grinning widely.

"I promise to make Hans Graham regret cheating on you and let you go as his wife," said J. Carter.

"Okay, where should I sign?" asked Ann happily. She scratched her initials and signatures quickly, then handed the papers to J. Carter.

"Thank you, Ann," said J. Carter, picking up the papers quickly and placing them in a closed file bag.

"You are welcome. Now, what next?" Ann asked.

"Since you have signed this agreement, I will tell you the big secret of J. Carter. The people who kept this secret faithfully still lived comfortably. On the other hand, those who intend to divulge this secret will soon disappear and be declared missing," said J. Carter in a calm tone.

"Oh, Jace, you make me feel a little nervous. You didn't mean to threaten my life, did you? Besides, what's in it for you?" Ann asked a little worriedly with the warning tone behind J. Carter's calm voice.

"No, I will treat you well, Ann. You are J. Carter's fiancé and soon to be J. Carter's wife. So we'll definitely take good care of you," said Jace Carter trying to calm her down.

"Yes, Jace. I am now your fiancé and soon to be your wife. But, by the way, calling yourself J. Carter is a little bit weird, you know," Ann joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, there is a reason. I mean, yes, because you are not my only fiancé. You are J. Carter's fiancé and future wife," Jace Carter emphasized.

"What do you mean, Jace? Aren't you, J. Carter?" Ann asked, confused.

"Yes, I am one of J. Carter. But, you are the future wife of J. Carter. And this is our big secret. J. Carter is not only me, not only one person," replied Jace Carter.

Ann gasped in surprise.

"What do you mean J. Carter isn't only you? Is there another J. Carter?" Ann asked, confused.

"Yes, you are right. Come in," said Jace Carter to someone who had been behind the door a long time ago.

Ann's bedroom door opened, and a man entered the room. His face looked exactly the same as Jace Carter's face. He was wearing the same black t-shirt as Jace and the same pair of jeans.

"Oh, gosh!" Ann exclaimed with her eyes wide in surprise.

"Hello, Ann. I'm also J. Carter. I'm Jace's brother. My name is Jake Carter. We had dinner together a couple of minutes ago. So you can call me J. Welcome to the Carters," said the man, grinning widely with a wink.

Ann's mouth fell open, and she was at a loss for words.