Taming the Ceo's Bride

Victor tapped his fingers as one of his bodyguards brought out a sheet of printed paper, extending it to me with a space for my signature.

“First, sign this paper”

“What for?”

Victor shrugs. “Just so that you don’t go back on your words later on”

“I’m a man of my word”

“And I don’t trust anybody” Victor counterattacked. “So? Are you signing it?”

I cleared my throat, picked up my pen from the cup stands and scribbled my signature across the printed paper. “Now, tell me. How exactly do you plan to help me?”