Page 71 of Until He Confesses

I took him seriously then and considered it.

"How long?" I asked. "And how often?"

"Let's start with four weeks," he answered. "And then we'll know if there is any desire to continue. If there is, then sure."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"What if I lose interest?"

"This is completely consensual," he said. "So, if at any point you no longer wish to continue, then you are free to stop. But I'll let you know now that I'll only consider your debt paid in full if I am the one to lose interest first."

"What if either of us wants to have a more stable relationship with other people?"

"If you want to opt out of our agreement because you want to enter into a relationship with someone else, then you are free to do so. This is the only cause for termination."

I stared at him, and then I nodded, though I was still quite unclear about it all. It didn't make complete sense just yet, so I simply headed over to the bathroom. I paused my thoughts for a bit until I got into the shower and had the water pouring down on me. The water was soothing, warm, and able to ease the tension that was still present in my nerves. However, when my recent conversation with Lucas came to mind, that nervous and stress-filled knot in my stomach returned.

This was simply me playing with fire because no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see myself coming out of this unchanged. There was no one currently in the world I would do this with besides him, and that is just the top reason why this was a bad idea. However, if this lasted for a month, and he got tired, then I wouldn't have this debt over my head. But then, of course, the moral dilemma was impossible to ignore. And so, the moment I was done with my shower, I wrapped my hair in a towel as well as my body and went out to see him on his phone. He looked up at my arrival, his gaze running down my body before he focused on my eyes. That look alone nearly and completely wiped out my recollection of what I wanted to say to him. Thankfully, I was able to recover and ask what I wanted.

"This makes me feel like a whore," I said, and he stared at me.

"If you feel like a whore, then what does that make me?"

"A whore," I responded, my eyes narrowed at him. It felt like he was talking to a kindergartener.

He laughed quietly.

"We're grown adults, Callie," he said. "And we know the magic we create when we're physically together. It's an equal and fair exchange of pleasure. If you didn’t enjoy it, then it could be classified in the way you have just mentioned."

"So... we're just having fun?"

"Would it be otherwise for you?" he asked, and I couldn't even lie to myself. I was already wet just thinking about it.

"There will be very little restraint," he said. "We can do whatever we want with each other, consensually, of course."

"So we use each other until we tire of each other?"

"No," he replied. "I use you until I don't want to anymore. You enjoy it until you want to get into a different relationship."

I frowned, confused all over again.

"Wait a second, that doesn't sound right," I said, but his expression was unfaltering. He meant every word.

"This isn't a fair exchange, it's payment."

"I might lose interest a week from now, and you're free to go."

"And if I lose interest as well? A week from now?"

"You're not free to go."

"Doesn't that make me a sex slave? I thought we were just having fun?"

"We can have fun, but then it won't be a payment. A payment connotes giving up something. You shouldn't be worried about this anyway because it won't be a problem whatsoever unless you lose interest. So, I guess don't lose interest."

I gave him a weird look, grabbed my phone from my purse, and returned to the bathroom. There, I sat on the toilet and texted Anna.

"Need to talk!"