His grasp
924 Words
Juliet
"Your fiance?!" My eyes widened in shock.
"Fake fiance," he corrected. "My dad is here, and I told him I'd introduce him to her today but..."
"Get your fiance then." I interrupted.
He sighed, "The person I hired to play the role, bailed on me. She won't be coming."
"Just pretend to be my fiance. You don't have to say anything, i'll do the talking."
"I don't even know your name"
"I'm Henry Thompson, of TS group."
My eyes widened in surprise, "TS group! The TS group!?"
"Yes"
My jaw dropped.
He glanced at me, not surprised that i knew his family's business.TS group owned the city. There was not a single person in Mayfair that didn't know about them.
They were involved in so many things. They had an airline, pharmaceutical companies, estates, clothing line and other things.
"What do you do for a living?" He asked.
I swallowed hard, still reeling from the revelation. "I....uh..work part time at a bar and study part time as well. I'm majoring in literature." I replied.
"Okay, that's all I need. My dad will likely have questions, but don't respond. I'll handle the conversation."
"You don't even know my name." I pointed out.
"Juliet Davies" He blurted out.
"How did you...."
"Your bracelet." He said, his finger pointing to my wrist.
"Oh." I trailed off, my hand quickly reaching for my bracelet. The bracelet was a gift from my mother. It had my full name engraved on it.
"What if he asks me a question? What do I tell him? Do you think he'll fall for this?"
"He will fall for it. All you have to do, is be a good actress."
"€200,000,"
He raised his eyebrow, "What?"
"That's the cost." I stated.
"If you do a good job then you'll get your money. Now can we go?" He gestured towards the door.
He opened the door, I stepped out of the room and trailed behind him. We walked down a stair case curved like a swan's neck.
The surrounding made me feel like i was inside a castle.
The walls were graced with different kinds of captivating paintings.
Everything about the house was incredible.
"Stop staring." He warned.
"Sorry." I whispered.
He guided me into the sitting room where crystal chandeliers hung like diamonds from the ceiling.
"Dad, here is my fiance." He said, as he gestures towards me.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.
I felt a flutter in my chest as his arm encircled me, I hesitated for a moment, my body responding to the intimacy of his gesture, before relaxing into his embrace.
"Good morning, sir," I greeted politely.
His father glanced at me and gave me a warm smile. "How long have you two been together?" He asked.
"6 months," Henry quickly interjected.
"Why haven't you mentioned her before? You know I've been trying to set you up with suitable women."
"I didn't want to tell you because she isn't from any influential family. All the women you keep setting me up with are all from high society."
"She looks lovely. What is your name, dear?"
"Juliet Davies," I replied.
"Oh what a lovely name. I'm William Thompson." He introduced with a warm smile.
"Thank you, Mr Thompson." I replied.
"Oh please, call me William."
"I would have loved to stay and chat longer but I have to go now. It was lovely meeting you, Juliet." William said as he turned to walk away.
He exited the house, with Henry trailing behind him.
Henry returned to the sitting room, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "It worked like a charm!" he exclaimed.
I felt a sense of relief, hoping that our transaction was nearing its end.
"Can I have my payment now? I'd like to be on my way." I asked, trying to hide my growing discomfort under his intense gaze.
Henry's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
"Let's head back to the room, and I'll write you a cheque," he said, his tone dripping with an unsettling charm.
"Why do I have to go back there with you?" I stared at him as if I was trying to see through his soul.
"Let's go Juliet," he said, raising an eyebrow.
I followed him back to the room. He retrieved his cheque book and pen, scribbled his signature, and handed me the cheque.
As I reached out to take it, he suddenly grasped my hand, pulled me close, and tossed me onto the bed with a force that left me breathless.
He leaned against me, pressing his body on mine, he attempted to force a kiss on me.
I let out a loud scream, "Get off me." I demanded, struggling to free myself from his grasp.
He spoke in a condescending tone, "Come on, don't be shy, you'll like this." But his words made me feel trapped.
"No!"
I continued to fight and squirm, desperate to break free from his grasp, but he held me tight, refusing to release me.
I could feel his erection pressed against my body in a way that made me uncomfortable.
"Can't you feel it? I can make you feel good, really good" He whispered in a low, menacing tone.
"Let me go!" I thundered.
"If it's money you want, I can pay you more." He sneered.
"I'm not a w***e!" I cried out.
His hand reached for his pants as he tried to unbutton and unzip it.
"Please, No!"
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