81 Chapter Eighty-One: Sexual Intercourse

"What has got you so upset, hm?" He walked towards her until he was curiously looking over her shoulder.

Clair took a deep breath and shrugged him off, walking towards the other table where chemicals were running.

"Do you want to die? Inhale again and you'll probably die." She spat out venomously.

"Are you angry at your chemicals or me?" He asked though he had a feeling the answer was him.

He looked at her up a down not bothering to deny she looked hot in her lab coat.

Shaking away those thoughts, he picked up the smell of the contents in the beakers she was working on.

"What about you?"

"What do you mean, what about me? Worry about yourself."

"I'm immune, it's fine." He told her.

"What?" She turned around.

Ah, she finally met his eyes.

"How is that possible? Do you know the name of this poison?" She asked continuously.

"Rotierender Blitz for Rotting flesh." He replied. "I heard a mysterious young lady got her hands on it after the creator sold it off in bidding. Then I...." His lips curled upwards when he noticed her annoyance.

"Stole it." He finished.

"You have no shame. Do you know how hard I've been working to recreate it! All because you stole it! Where is it? I want it back."

"Too bad, I used it to become immune to it. The creator and I aren't on good terms, I had to take precautions. Besides, you also played dirty to get it, didn't you? I have to thank you though, right after you bought it you killed the creator."

"Aish..." She turned around and focused now on the chemicals on the other side.

Once again her experiment failed and she was about to use her gloved hand to push all the chemicals off the table until he caught her wrist in the air.

"I would have guessed you at least keep the recipe."

"I did, but some dumb fuck smoked it." She snatched her wrist back and groaned.

"And who might that be?"

"None of your business, but if you're that curious I fed him to the sharks." She grinned at him and started a new set to continue her experiment.

"Why do you even need it for?"

"What is it to you?" She barked.

"I'm just curious why you are up at 12 am." He answered, leaning over her shoulder again. His scent attacking her nostrils again.

Gritting her teeth, she lifted her head to meet his eyes and protest against his closeness, but she found herself in another mess. Now, his lips were only inches away and the temptation to kiss and bite was way too powerful.

She wanted to smack herself, but she pinched her arm and snapped her attention to her chemicals again, tossing ingredients here and there.

James brought himself closer, his arms traveling to her shoulders until his fingers brushed past hers. He removed her hair tie from her wrist and slowly picked up her hair, tying it behind her as she stayed there frozen.

"What are you doing?" She questions, getting back to her senses.

"Your welcome." He answered shortly, still sending curious glances at her little experiment right over her shoulder.

His skin brushing against hers occasionally.

Swallowing, she continued with her work.

"Tell me." He insisted.

"I found a pest lingering around my friend. I need to get rid of it." She answered.

She, of course, had heard about Yaci's ex-boyfriend showing up again and as soon as she did she wanted to go over there and kill him but of course she couldn't since she couldn't bring herself to be inconsiderate of Yaci's emotions.

After lots of thinking, she remembered rotting flesh. It was simple, painful, and undetectable.

It was simply a chef's kiss!

Since she couldn't bother her therapist at this hour regarding her anger issues, Clair tossed it all in James's way. She told him all about how infuriating 'that man' was, not directly connecting him to Yaci since it was not her place to share the story around.

"I see, you must love your family a lot despite not being blood-related to them."

"Hmm." She gifted him a curt nod.

"I'm sorry, I too lost the recipe."

"It's fine, I should probably go to sleep." She sighed and shut off everything, walked towards the closet on the other end of the room, and removing her lab coat, revealing the clothing beneath her.

'She really has no sense of self-awareness.' He thought to himself, noticing she was barely even wearing anything, aside from one of his t-shirts covering her body.

"how many of my shirts have you stolen already?"

"Fifty." She answered shamelessly and walked out of the lab with him following behind her.

Walking up the stairs, she didn't notice the eyes on her and turned around.

"Do you want me to pay you back? How much do they cost? Where do you get them? They're so comfortable!"

"You should buy yourself a whole store of men's clothing instead since you seem to enjoy wearing a lot."

"Nah, the smell of new clothes isn't good enough. I like yours best, or your scent to be more precise. Oh, do you use perfume? What's the name? Is it a natural scent? What about shampoo? Or lotion?"

Baffled he tried to come up with a way to describe her and failed.

"You are really..."

Seeing he would not answer her questions, she got straight to the point. "Where have you been? If we are going to act like a married couple, at least play your part. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be asked where my husband is and not even knowing how to answer so you just smile and say 'working'?" She huffed, walking into their bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her, not even giving him the chance to answer.

Of course, such a scenario had not really occurred. Clair was only speaking of a scene she had watched in a drama recently. Maybe she was taking 'learning' from the people in dramas too seriously but her point still stands!

"Open the door, don't you want me to answer."

"No, I don't really give a shit. Do as you wish, go where you wish to go, you can even die, I'll get half of everything you own, anyway. Actually, when are you going to die? I heard you'll triple if not quadruple my network once that happens."

James pressed his forehead against the door, overwhelmed by her childishness. One part of him wanted to ask if she was serious about the last part, but knowing her she probably was.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw a mint-colored folder being slipped beneath the door.

He bent down and picked it up, opening the folder and noticing it was a contract. A contract marriage, to be precise.

"Read it and sign." She then slipped a pen beneath the door.

He rolled his eyes and also picked it up.

"Why don't you open the door so we can discuss it together."

"We can once you sign it." She replied.

After how he had 'ghosted' her today, Clair realized she needs to put this man on a leash and then started writing a contract to do just that. Not only that, but Clair had added a few things she was too embarrassed to watch him read.

Skimming through the contract, James was left speechless.

'Sexual intercourse' Came up as a clause.