A man who had never thought about marriage, Adrian Seymour Clayton. And a woman who thought all men were the same, Elaine Orlsian. For them, the unavoidable ‘marriage’ came. “Separate from writing a marriage contract with the Count, I want to write a contract with Lady Orlsian. The contents should be kept confidential from everyone. And if the clauses in the contract are not adhered to, divorce or, after the consummation, as a condition for divorce.” “Okay. I’ll hear your conditions and decide.” “First, from the moment the marriage is agreed upon, we will be faithful only to each other. And to achieve that, we hope to actively participate in each other’s demands. Day or night.” Will the relentless marriage life of the two men and women bound by contract ever end? * * * Adrian kissed her briefly again and slowly pulled away. And as he gently took off her gown, he whispered quietly. “Let’s go to bed, Miss Elaine.” Suddenly, the gown he had taken off fell to the floor. In the moment that their lips touched, he penetrated her mouth.