Lust Contracts 18+ Hunting for Love with My Three Contract Husbands

159 Impending Crisis

“Hello…” I mumbled a greeting.

“Hi. I’m Jack, EROS’s dance instructor and sometimes choreographer when he gets too lazy to come up with his own moves,” Jack introduced himself.

“I’m Elena…” I began introducing myself.

“EROS’s favorite manager…” Jack completed my sentence for me in his very own words.

I’m…EROS’s favorite manager?

I cocked my head slightly to the side curiously at his words. Jack just laughed a little at my reaction but did not go on to explain why he said that. I didn’t think that I was EROS’s favorite manager in the least. If anything, he just likes to make life difficult for me and I hardly do much work to even be considered a proper manager.

“You’re right. Elena is my favorite…” EROS said as he casually draped his arm around my shoulders.

I turned to glare at him as I wondered why he was just going along with this instead of denying it. Things would get even more complicated if people knew that we were very involved with each other.

“Since your instructor is here, I should leave you two to get down to it,” I quickly said to excuse myself as I tried to shrug off EROS’s arms from around my shoulders.

.....

“You can’t leave,” EROS said as his arms tightened around me.

“What?” I asked.

“Watch me dance and sing for a bit. Maybe it’ll help you choose the songs for the charity concert,” EROS said before winking at me.

Oh…

“So, you finally gave in and you’re doing it? Well, that sounds like a good plan for today. It’ll help you recap your dance moves for some of the older songs as well,” Jack readily agreed with a few nods of his head.

“Yeah...” EROS replied vaguely and without much enthusiasm.

Just like that, I found myself stuck in the dance studio for almost the rest of the day with EROS. Despite my initial feelings of uncertainty, as time went by, I quickly found myself enjoying my time with EROS and Jack in the dance studio. EROS seemed to be having a good time and his mood must have rubbed off on me. It was a rare sight to see EROS genuinely enjoying himself at work.

When he was out on photoshoots or giving interviews, he always did a great job with a high sense of professionalism and commitment. However, I wasn’t sure if he was enjoying himself but seeing him host a mini performance for me in the dance studio as he danced and sang to some of his most popular songs, made me feel like I was seeing the raw form of EROS and his talent.

“Have you chosen some songs?” EROS asked as he stood in front of me during one of his short breaks.

He stared down into my upturned face as he stood in front of the bench where I was sitting. His hair was damp with sweat and so was the rest of his body. He looked extremely wild, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling and giggling a little.

“No. I was too busy watching you dance…” I replied honestly.

…

The day that I dreaded arrived much sooner than I would have liked. In the end, Brandon decided to turn up with me at the hospital for my fertility test. I was very tempted to tell him that a fertility test goes both ways. That precisely meant that he should get his sperm, and every related thing checked too.

What’s the point if I have the healthiest eggs in the world if his sperm don’t have a tail and can’t swim?

I glanced over to Brandon as he whistled happily in the driver seat of his ridiculously eye-catching sportscar. This car didn’t suit his persona at all so I couldn’t help but wonder why he was driving it today. I couldn’t even imagine Brandon buying a colorful car like this one. I stared out of the car’s window at the scenery that was passing by before I rolled my eyes as my frustration started to take over.

Back to the topic at hand, why am I the only one in our fake relationship that has to go through a fertility check?

Of course, I knew that this fertility test was just for show. It wasn’t like we were really considering making a baby and that was probably why Brandon wasn’t going to take any tests. I rolled my eyes again when I thought that he could at least go through it just to keep me company.

Brandon didn’t tell me about any details at all and that was just so like him. I met him at an intersection close to my place where he picked me up in his neon green limited edition sportscar and now we were on our way to the hospital.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” I asked after wondering about it for a while.

“Why shouldn’t I be in a good mood?” he asked in return.

“I don’t know…” I muttered while making a boring face.

“Maybe I’m not in an especially good mood but you’re just in a bad mood?” he suggested before he laughed a little at me.

Maybe he was right. I was definitely not in the best of moods, and I wasn’t looking forward to the fertility test. Going to see a gynecologist to have the insides of my pussy and my ovaries inspected wasn’t my idea of fun at all.

“Maybe…” I muttered darkly.

My response just made Brandon chuckle teasingly at me. If anything, the fact that I was in a sour mood probably only made his mood better. It didn’t take long for us to arrive at our destination. My mood quickly turned from sour to extreme shock when I saw where we had arrived at.

This place was more than just familiar to me…

“The Amsworth hospital?!” I gasped in shock.

Brandon turned to me with a face that asked if I had any problems with the hospital that he had chosen. The quality of the hospital wasn’t the issue here, but this was Adrian’s hospital.

–To be continued…