The Deal

I've always been awkward around women and thus didn't have a great track record in relationships. But had lost my virginity by paying for sex, then got lucky a couple of times with drunk women. So, at the age of 34 I was still single and doing great career wise and had my own home. Not expecting my life to change much I kept going as before. After the chaos of 2020 and the lockdowns, I was slowly getting back to my normal. A woman 30 I knew a little as she had worked in the same office building as me, had a hard time because of the lockdown and her job going as the business she worked closed and didn't reopen because of the pandemic. The owner had died and those who took over weren't interested in reopening and they couldn't find a buyer. Out of work short on money and fearing losing her rented apartment she tried to get work with me as a last resort. She has a 2year old son who father departed leaving to raise him without any support. I hadn't any job available, and business was slow and not picking up as fast as I thought it would. I know I was the talk of the building as a loner for my lack of relationships and no girlfriends ever spotted with me. Luckily, I wasn't tagged as being gay, just a failure in relationships. So, she offered me sex to get a job she was that desperate and said she would do anything I wanted. I was very interested, but I was loyal to my staff I already had. Lucky for me a compromise came to mind. One where I would've had to fire a member of my staff to provide her with a job. I owned my home and lived there alone, so I said she could live with me until I had vacancy, or she found herself a job. She agreed and she would provide me with sex 3 times a fortnight. Her offer I didn't argue just accepted it. It also included some spending money $20 a week. After she had moved in, we got on better and better. The arrangement was ignored fairly quickly as she moved into my bed fulltime after the first month of us living together. Sex became twice than 3 times a week as the time passed. Finally, I asked her about marrying me and she thought about it which was good for me as I would've been rejected straight away in the past. We weren't fucking as a part of a deal anymore to my mind, we had started a relationship. My proposal was a way of seeing if she thought the same way. She accepted and we married fairly quickly, and she also started working with me. But only a few hours a day, she doesn't get paid, she has full access to our now joint account. But because he got pregnant shortly after we married, and I've adopted her son. My business has picked up and we've taken over the other offices where she uses to work. My now wife is very happy with our life and told me she thinks we are meant for each other.