No More Mr. Nice Guy novel Chapter 3

On the last day of the contract, I came home.

Once again, Emma was on the couch, locked in a passionate embrace with another man.

When he noticed me, the man shot me a threatening glare.

Emma giggled and said, "Honey, fetch us a bottle of red wine. We're celebrating."

"Celebrating what?" I asked, numb to it all.

"Celebrating that I've found true love!" Emma gloated as she wrapped herself around the man beside her. "Unlike you, this man actually loves me."

I clenched my fists, struggling to suppress the rage building inside me.

Silently, I went to the wine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of red, pouring it into their glasses.

"Cheers, honey. Let’s have a drink," Emma cooed, throwing a seductive glance at the man.

Just as I was about to leave, the man suddenly hurled his glass to the floor, red wine splashing everywhere.

"What the hell is this garbage? Get me some brandy!" he barked harshly.

I glanced at my watch; there was only an hour left until the contract ended at midnight.

Emma looked at me, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

She pulled out a leash and collar from the room, "Come here!"

My entire body trembled as I slowly walked over to her.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a pet before?" Emma snapped at the onlookers.

They quickly averted their eyes and hurried away.

And so, I was dragged along by Emma until we reached a nearby store.

"You stupid servant, hurry up and buy that brandy!" Emma barked impatiently, kicking me.

I stared at her in disbelief. She was really going to make me buy liquor like this? How much more could she humiliate me?

But now, I had to endure it.

There was only one hour left until the contract was over, and I couldn't let it all fall apart now.