The Royal Contract

His eyes would never tire of admiring beautiful women with stunning bodies. He loved the challenge of wooing them, dining with them, and, lastly, sleeping with them.

It was a routine that he would never get bored. But once the girl became clingy, the relationship abruptly turned sour. And he knew it was time to end it.

"Do you know her?" David asked his friend, pointing to the woman drinking at the other table on the other side of the bar.

It seemed since he first noticed her that night, his eyes could not stop fixating on her. He wondered why since she did not seem the type of woman he went for.

But then again, what was his type? He liked his woman as aggressive, playful, and someone who knew what she wanted.

"No." His friend finally answered after checking the girl. "She must be new," Alex concluded when he did not recognize her.

In his observation, she appeared silent, timid, and innocent. And she seemed responsible as he watched her reluctantly drink the glasses served to her.

He concluded she was the opposite of what he liked in his women. She was the typical woman who would demand commitment in a relationship.

"Are you interested?" Evan asked him, checking out the girl he had his eyes on. "If you are not..."

He could already tell what Evan would say since they came from the same cloth. Therefore, he cut him off. "I might be." Staking a claim on her.

Somehow, he did not want his friend to have her even though he was not even sure he wanted to make a play for her.

As he said, she was not his usual type. Frankly, he avoided her kind like the plague. He did not like women who wanted more than what he could give.

Besides, he never believed in monogamy. He never saw himself marrying one woman. He knew if he ended up tying the knot with one person. He would either divorce her eventually or cheat on her.

"Fine." Evan just shrugged his shoulder off as if it was no big deal. But his friend was worse than him. He at least had a relationship with a woman before ending it.

But his friend changed his girls like he changed his clothes. He never wanted to be with a woman more than a few times. One night stand was his game.

But come to think of it.

They were no different because they never ended with a girl at the end. But one thing they never did was lie to them. They were always upfront with their intentions.

"Aren't you making a move?" Marcus asked as they all stared at the other table.

He thought about it, but how would he make a play with this kind of woman? He doubted his usual technique would work on her.

He believed this girl would not just jump into his bed with his charming smile and simple whispered promises. He needed a plan.

"I am thinking," David answered his friends. After a few more seconds, he snapped his finger on a server, instructing him to deliver several drinks to the other table.

Still, he knew buying drinks for her and her friends would not be enough. He would need to connect with her, bring her flowers, ask her to dinner, and the like.

However, he had never done anything as laborious as this. Suddenly, he could not stop questioning his rationale. Was he seriously doing this? Was she worth all this trouble? And for what.

A good lay.

'Damn! What was wrong with him?' He had no idea, but backing out seemed out of the question.

Eventually, he stood up after he saw the waiter serve the drinks. He knew it was the opening he needed to come over and introduce himself to this new person of interest.

As he walked over to their table, a part of him shouted at the back of his mind to stop and back away. It kept nagging that he was making the biggest mistake of his life.

But the other part of him ignored the warning and won.

"Hey, girls. It seems like you are celebrating something special." He spoke his opening line, using his connection to the woman sitting beside the target of his attraction.

He continued discussing their last transactions, appearing it was just a casual encounter between two business associates.

Nevertheless, he felt a tinge of satisfaction when it appeared he had caught her attention. And more, when he finally felt a connection when their fingers touched.

"Rosella!" And when he said her name. It was like the most beautiful word he had ever heard. But not as gratifying as hearing her say, "Damn! That was sexy."

It seemed all his blood pooled downwards, centering on the core of his being. He wondered how he managed to control himself after that.

It was like an angel spoke to him, making him float in the heavens. Although, the words were nothing but angelic.

On the contrary, it created an inferno inside him. He was afraid that if he had continued to feel this way. It would eventually send him to hell in a burning rage.

"Let me call you in the morning." He offered, arranging an appointment with her.

But if it had been up to him, he would prefer she come home with him tonight. The sooner he dealt with this growing obsession with her, the sooner he could get her out of his system.

He concluded that he found her a challenge. She was something he never had before. Now, he wanted to conquer something out of his comfort zone.

"Sure." She answered him with a timid smile, confirming that his assumption about her was correct.

But how innocent was she, he wondered. He guessed that was the appeal that nagged at his curiosity and interest.

Now, he was on a new quest. This time, he wished to conquer and explore something he had never had before, a relationship with someone like this intriguing and enchanting woman.