MY VALENTINE’S WISH

CHAPTER 5 : I NEED A JOB

Debbie suddenly lost her appetite. Her stomach twisted, and her chest tightened as doubts clouded her mind. What was she doing here? What did she truly want? Did she really want to throw herself at a stranger just to prove something to Mark?

Without another word, she quickly wiped her mouth, pushed her chair back, and rushed toward the guest room. But before she could disappear into the hallway, Walter’s deep, commanding voice stopped her.

“Fifteen minutes, Debbie. Just fifteen minutes, and you’ll tell me what you really want.”

She froze in place, her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress. Then, without turning back, she walked away, her heart pounding in her chest.

Inside the guest room, Debbie sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling against her lap. What did she really want?

Revenge?

Pleasure?

Or… something more?

The past few months had been brutal. She had gone to countless job interviews, hoping for a breakthrough, only to be rejected over and over again. The pain of unemployment had drained her confidence, leaving her feeling useless. And Mark… the man she had trusted for four years had betrayed her in the most humiliating way.

But then she remembered something.

For years, she had dreamed of working at Adams Corporation. She had read about it in magazines, watched interviews about how Walter Adams treated his employees with respect, and imagined herself working in such an elite company.

Now, she was sitting inside his home.

Could she ask him for a job?

Would he even take her seriously?

The thought made her nervous, but it was better than selling herself for a moment of pleasure.

Meanwhile, in his study, Walter Adams sat behind a massive mahogany desk, sorting through stacks of documents. He was a man of power, someone who signed million-dollar contracts before breakfast and made decisions that could shift economies.

His hands moved skillfully, signing off on papers while his mind occasionally drifted to the girl in his guest room.

She was… interesting.

Walter wasn’t new to women throwing themselves at him. It happened all the time. Models, actresses, socialites—everyone wanted to be associated with the infamous billionaire. But there was something about Debbie that caught his attention.

She was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t just that.

She had a spark. A fire in her eyes, a stubbornness that intrigued him.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl in the air.

Would she come to him? Or would she hide in that room all night?

He liked women who knew what they wanted.

Two hours passed.

Debbie sat in silence, staring at the ceiling, wondering if Walter had changed his mind about her. Maybe he found her unworthy. Maybe he thought she wasn’t good enough.

That thought stung.

But just as she was about to get up and search for him, the door opened.

She turned sharply, her breath catching as Walter stepped in.

Dressed in nothing but a fitted grey shirt and matching pants, he looked effortlessly breathtaking. Even in the dim light of the room, his sharp jawline, intense blue eyes, and broad shoulders made him look like a sculpted god.

“Why are you staring?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Debbie blinked, realizing she had been openly admiring him.

She quickly looked away.

Walter chuckled and stepped forward. “So, Miss Debbie… tell me. What is it that you really want?”

Her fingers tightened on the sheets. This was it. The moment of truth.

She hesitated for only a second before speaking.

“A job.”

Walter’s smirk faded.

He hadn’t expected that.

Of all the things she could have asked for, a job was the last thing he thought she would say.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then Walter chuckled, but it wasn’t a pleasant one. It was dark, amused. “A job?” he repeated. “That’s not what you wanted earlier tonight.”

Debbie swallowed hard. “I changed my mind.”

His eyes darkened. He stepped closer until he was towering over her. “Do you know how many people fight to work for me? I don’t just hand out jobs, Debbie. My company only hires professionals.”

“I know,” she said quickly. “I’ve been trying to get hired for months now, but no one will even give me a chance. I just need an opportunity, Walter.”

His jaw clenched. She wasn’t backing down.

“Fine,” he said, crossing his arms. “But I don’t do favors for free. What do you have to offer me in exchange?”

Debbie’s breath hitched.

An exchange?

She hesitated before whispering, “My body.”

Walter’s gaze turned unreadable.

Then, he laughed.

“You think I lack women?” he asked, shaking his head. “You’re beautiful, but I have more women than I can count. What makes you think you have something to offer that they don’t?”

Debbie took a shaky breath. “I have something they don’t.”

Walter raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

She met his gaze and whispered, “My virginity.”

The amusement in his expression disappeared.

For the first time that night, Walter was speechless.

Debbie clenched her fists. “That’s my offer.”

The air in the room grew heavy.

Walter stepped forward, reaching out to tilt her chin up. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Interesting,” he murmured.

Without thinking, Debbie tiptoed and pressed her lips against his.

Walter froze.

She had kissed him. Her first kiss.

It was soft, hesitant, but warm.

Walter wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, gripping her waist and pulling her against him.

The moment their lips met, a spark ignited.

Debbie had never kissed anyone before, but somehow, kissing Walter felt… right. His lips moved against hers with such skill, such hunger, that she felt her knees go weak.

For a brief second, she forgot everything.

Mark.

The betrayal.

The pain.

There was only this moment.

Walter finally broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. He studied her, as if trying to read her mind.

Then he spoke. “You’ll only get the job if you pass the interview.”

Debbie nodded quickly. “I will.”

Walter’s smirk returned. “Good. But we’ll talk about that later.”

Before she could say anything else, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

“For now, let’s focus on granting your Valentine’s wish.”

Debbie’s heart raced as he hovered over her. “Does this mean I’ll get the job?”

Walter smirked. “If you pass the interview, yes. But you still haven’t told me what you’ll give me in exchange.”

Debbie’s breath hitched. Before she could answer, Walter captured her lips in another deep kiss.

The night was filled with whispered promises and soft moans as passion consumed them both.

For the first time in her life, Debbie let go.