Unexpected Romance : Love $ Hustle..............................................................................................

"name your price," Mrs Bancroft said, her voice dripping with irritation. "How much will it take for you to disappear from my son's life?" Delilah's heart skipped a beat, but she masked her reaction. "But why" she sounded hurt. "why don't you want your son and I to be together? what have I done?" she took a deep breath before continuing, Mrs.Bancroft please, -" she began her voice trembling with emotion. "I care about your son I just want to be a part of his life, what we have is special," she said almost crying . Mrs. Bancroft's expression hardened. my son can't be with just anybody, especially not a common realtor with no good background. he is the future of our family, and too important to be with a nobody," she said with so much disdain. Delilah's eyes welled with tears, and she reached across the table, reaching for Mrs. Bancroft's hand but she quickly withdrew her hand like Delilah had some communicable disease. "please , give me a chance. I love him. i really do," she pleaded, her tone desperate. "cut the pretence, I know your type, name your price," Mrs. Bancroft said in a demeaning tone. Delilah flinched, insulted by the woman's words. I can't possibly ..." she trailed off, now crying. "A million? Two?" Mrs Bancroft cut in, and Delilah's tears stopped abruptly. "My love isn't for sale," she said, picking up a paper napkin from the table, and dabbed her tears with it. Mrs Bancroft scoffed, "five million?" Delilah met Mrs. Bancroft gaze, her own eyes now steely and resolute. "Ten million." Mrs Bancroft blinked, clearly taken it back by the audacity of Delilah demand "Ten million?" she echoed her voice incredulous "you ask me to name my price," Delilah replied evenly as she leaned back in her seat "That's it. I want ten million". Mrs Bancroft's jaw tightened. she reached for her phone and began tapping on the screen. "you will have it by tomorrow." Delilah shook her head. " no I want it now. right now. right here . or I won't let him go", Delilah said, not wanting the old lady to play a fast one on her. A few moments later, Delilah phone buzzed with a notification. she glance at it, smiling triumphantly. " Thank you, Mrs. Bancroft ", she said sweetly. I promise you will never hear from me again". Mrs Bancroft stood up, her expression a mix of anger and resignation. without another word, she turned and walked out of the restaurant. Delilah watched her leave, a satisfied smirk on her lips . once she was out of sight , Delilah rose, her hips swaying as she towards the exit , already planning her next move. just as she stepped out of the restaurant and put on her sunglasses , her phone rang again . she received the call when she saw who it was. "Hey, Mark ! the old lady finally paid I will send your share soon ". " They always pay". she could hear the laugh in mark's tone. "But that isn't the reason I called I just got information that Hunter Quinn frequents Club S & G and he will be at the club tonight " , mark said . Delilah's smile widened. "perfect . I will have to go clubbing tonight . any idea what I should look at for ? what does he look like ?" . Hunter Quinn was her next target . Better put, he was her ticket to wealth and a life of comfort . unlike her previous target , no one knew much detail about Hunter Quinn or what he looked like. All she knew was that he was a young bachelor, and a very private person who stayed away from media "I don't have any info on that yet , so you'll have to rely on your instinct for now", mark said and she bit her lower lip . "alright . thanks for the info . you will get your money soon", she said before hanging up . Everything was going so smoothly today. too smoothly , she thought with a happy smile as she got into her car. she was a realtor on weekdays, and a professional gold-digger on weekends tonight , she would identify Hunter Quinn and approach him .she hoped to get ten times the money she just got from miss Bancroft , from the Quinn family. TWENTY - Two HOURS Later Delilah woke up with a throbbing headache , her mind a fuzy haze as she blinked against the harsh light filtering unfamiliar curtains . the bed beneath her felt strange, softer and more luxurious than her own head pounded with relentless ache , it felt like it was going to implode. she winced as she struggled to piece together her fragmented thoughts , a sense of unease settled in her chest . where was she ? she wondered , her heart starting to race . this wasn't her bedroom . this bedroom was lavishly furnished , with a sleek . modern design , soft , muted colours adorned the wall , and large widows allowed streams of sunlight spill into the room . with a groan , she sat up , instantly regretting the moment as her headache intensified , feeling as though her skull might split open. she bought a hand to her forehead , trying to steady herself , when something caught the light . she blinked down at her hand , her eyes widening in disbelief at a sight of a weeding band on her finger . panic surged through her , momentarily overwhelming the hangover that clouded her thoughts . what was this doing on my finger ? how did that get here ? whose room was this ? did she perhaps succeed in meeting hunter Quinn and followed him back here ? how could she not remember something as important as how she spent her last night ? she struggled to remember the previous night , but her mind was a blur of hazy images and disjointed fragments . the last clear memory she had was of heading to club S & G after she received information that Hunter Quinn , her next target , frequented the club she has been confident , ready to set her trap and lure him into her web . but what happened after she arrived at the club? Delilah rubbed her temples , trying to fend off the head ache and summon her memories . she recalled the pulsing music , the glittering light , the ladies dancing , the men talking and the way she made her entrance , every eye turning towards her . And then ..... .... .... ... ... ... blank . before she could process everything , the door to the room opened , and a tall , ruggedly handsome man walked in . he he's toulsed brown hair , piercing blue eyes , and a rugged jawline that gave him an air of effortless confidence. his white shirt clung to a well defined chest , and his jeans hung low on his hips , emphasizing his athletic build . " I see finally you are awake ", he said with a warm smile , showing off his perfect set of teeth as he step deeper into the room while she was still wondering who he was, and what he was doing in the same room with her , he got closer to the bed and leaned down to brush his lips against hers "good morning my wife " , he said , his voice deep and smooth I'm your husband Delilah heart skipped a beat as panicked surged through her and she quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed and scrambled out bed despite the pounding in her head . her bare feet hit the floor . sending a shiver up her spine. "who are you ?" she demanded , her voice shaky. "and why will you call me that ? what are you doing here?" she asked , fearing the response to the question she asked . He gave her a strange look and then smiled as though he just figured out something "name your price," Mrs Bancroft said, her voice dripping with irritation. "How much will it take for you to disappear from my son's life?" Delilah's heart skipped a beat, but she masked her reaction. "But why" she sounded hurt. "why don't you want your son and I to be together? what have I done?" she took a deep breath before continuing, Mrs.Bancroft please, -" she began her voice trembling with emotion. "I care about your son I just want to be a part of his life, what we have is special," she said almost crying . Mrs. Bancroft's expression hardened. my son can't be with just anybody, especially not a common realtor with no good background. he is the future of our family, and too important to be with a nobody," she said with so much disdain. Delilah's eyes welled with tears, and she reached across the table, reaching for Mrs. Bancroft's hand but she quickly withdrew her hand like Delilah had some communicable disease. "please , give me a chance. I love him. i really do," she pleaded, her tone desperate. "cut the pretence, I know your type, name your price," Mrs. Bancroft said in a demeaning tone. Delilah flinched, insulted by the woman's words. I can't possibly ..." she trailed off, now crying. "A million? Two?" Mrs Bancroft cut in, and Delilah's tears stopped abruptly. "My love isn't for sale," she said, picking up a paper napkin from the table, and dabbed her tears with it. Mrs Bancroft scoffed, "five million?" Delilah met Mrs. Bancroft gaze, her own eyes now steely and resolute. "Ten million." Mrs Bancroft blinked, clearly taken it back by the audacity of Delilah demand "Ten million?" she echoed her voice incredulous "you ask me to name my price," Delilah replied evenly as she leaned back in her seat "That's it. I want ten million". Mrs Bancroft's jaw tightened. she reached for her phone and began tapping on the screen. "you will have it by tomorrow." Delilah shook her head. " no I want it now. right now. right here . or I won't let him go", Delilah said, not wanting the old lady to play a fast one on her. A few moments later, Delilah phone buzzed with a notification. she glance at it, smiling triumphantly. " Thank you, Mrs. Bancroft ", she said sweetly. I promise you will never hear from me again". Mrs Bancroft stood up, her expression a mix of anger and resignation. without another word, she turned and walked out of the restaurant. Delilah watched her leave, a satisfied smirk on her lips . once she was out of sight , Delilah rose, her hips swaying as she towards the exit , already planning her next move. just as she stepped out of the restaurant and put on her sunglasses , her phone rang again . she received the call when she saw who it was. "Hey, Mark ! the old lady finally paid I will send your share soon ". " They always pay". she could hear the laugh in mark's tone. "But that isn't the reason I called I just got information that Hunter Quinn frequents Club S & G and he will be at the club tonight " , mark said . Delilah's smile widened. "perfect . I will have to go clubbing tonight . any idea what I should look at for ? what does he look like ?" . Hunter Quinn was her next target . Better put, he was her ticket to wealth and a life of comfort . unlike her previous target , no one knew much detail about Hunter Quinn or what he looked like. All she knew was that he was a young bachelor, and a very private person who stayed away from media "I don't have any info on that yet , so you'll have to rely on your instinct for now", mark said and she bit her lower lip . "alright . thanks for the info . you will get your money soon", she said before hanging up . Everything was going so smoothly today. too smoothly , she thought with a happy smile as she got into her car. she was a realtor on weekdays, and a professional gold-digger on weekends tonight , she would identify Hunter Quinn and approach him .she hoped to get ten times the money she just got from miss Bancroft , from the Quinn family. TWENTY - Two HOURS Later Delilah woke up with a throbbing headache , her mind a fuzy haze as she blinked against the harsh light filtering unfamiliar curtains . the bed beneath her felt strange, softer and more luxurious than her own head pounded with relentless ache , it felt like it was going to implode. she winced as she struggled to piece together her fragmented thoughts , a sense of unease settled in her chest . where was she ? she wondered , her heart starting to race . this wasn't her bedroom . this bedroom was lavishly furnished , with a sleek . modern design , soft , muted colours adorned the wall , and large widows allowed streams of sunlight spill into the room . with a groan , she sat up , instantly regretting the moment as her headache intensified , feeling as though her skull might split open. she bought a hand to her forehead , trying to steady herself , when something caught the light . she blinked down at her hand , her eyes widening in disbelief at a sight of a weeding band on her finger . panic surged through her , momentarily overwhelming the hangover that clouded her thoughts . what was this doing on my finger ? how did that get here ? whose room was this ? did she perhaps succeed in meeting hunter Quinn and followed him back here ? how could she not remember something as important as how she spent her last night ? she struggled to remember the previous night , but her mind was a blur of hazy images and disjointed fragments . the last clear memory she had was of heading to club S & G after she received information that Hunter Quinn , her next target , frequented the club she has been confident , ready to set her trap and lure him into her web . but what happened after she arrived at the club? Delilah rubbed her temples , trying to fend off the head ache and summon her memories . she recalled the pulsing music , the glittering light , the ladies dancing , the men talking and the way she made her entrance , every eye turning towards her . And then ..... .... .... ... ... ... blank . before she could process everything , the door to the room opened , and a tall , ruggedly handsome man walked in . he he's toulsed brown hair , piercing blue eyes , and a rugged jawline that gave him an air of effortless confidence. his white shirt clung to a well defined chest , and his jeans hung low on his hips , emphasizing his athletic build . " I see finally you are awake ", he said with a warm smile , showing off his perfect set of teeth as he step deeper into the room while she was still wondering who he was, and what he was doing in the same room with her , he got closer to the bed and leaned down to brush his lips against hers "good morning my wife " , he said , his voice deep and smooth I'm your husband Delilah heart skipped a beat as panicked surged through her and she quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed and scrambled out bed despite the pounding in her head . her bare feet hit the floor . sending a shiver up her spine. "who are you ?" she demanded , her voice shaky. "and why will you call me that ? what are you doing here?" she asked , fearing the response to the question she asked . He gave her a strange look and then smiled as though he just figured out something . "c'mon, love ! you shouldn't pull my legs so early in the day by asking me such questions." his response made her even more confused. was he someone she was supposed to know ? she could swear she had never seen him in her entire life . he had never seen him in her entire life . he had the kind of build and face that a lady wouldn't forget easily. " I am not pulling your legs . if anything , I think you're the one pulling my legs here. where is the place? why am I here ? who are you? And For God's sake , what is this on my finger ", she asked , impatience and anger seeping into her tone as she took of the ring 💍 . "How can you not remember ? I'm your husband ", he replied calmly , as if it was the most natural thing in the world. " My what ? !" she half screamed " your my wife. I'm your husband ," he said, raising his hand so she could see the matching wedding 💍 band on his finger. "is it some sort of joke ? A prank maybe ? Did my friend put you up to this ", She asked , looking around . "name your price," Mrs Bancroft said, her voice dripping with irritation. "How much will it take for you to disappear from my son's life?" Delilah's heart skipped a beat, but she masked her reaction. "But why" she sounded hurt. "why don't you want your son and I to be together? what have I done?" she took a deep breath before continuing, Mrs.Bancroft please, -" she began her voice trembling with emotion. "I care about your son I just want to be a part of his life, what we have is special," she said almost crying . Mrs. Bancroft's expression hardened. my son can't be with just anybody, especially not a common realtor with no good background. he is the future of our family, and too important to be with a nobody," she said with so much disdain. Delilah's eyes welled with tears, and she reached across the table, reaching for Mrs. Bancroft's hand but she quickly withdrew her hand like Delilah had some communicable disease. "please , give me a chance. I love him. i really do," she pleaded, her tone desperate. "cut the pretence, I know your type, name your price," Mrs. Bancroft said in a demeaning tone. Delilah flinched, insulted by the woman's words. I can't possibly ..." she trailed off, now crying. "A million? Two?" Mrs Bancroft cut in, and Delilah's tears stopped abruptly. "My love isn't for sale," she said, picking up a paper napkin from the table, and dabbed her tears with it. Mrs Bancroft scoffed, "five million?" Delilah met Mrs. Bancroft gaze, her own eyes now steely and resolute. "Ten million." Mrs Bancroft blinked, clearly taken it back by the audacity of Delilah demand "Ten million?" she echoed her voice incredulous "you ask me to name my price," Delilah replied evenly as she leaned back in her seat "That's it. I want ten million". Mrs Bancroft's jaw tightened. she reached for her phone and began tapping on the screen. "you will have it by tomorrow." Delilah shook her head. " no I want it now. right now. right here . or I won't let him go", Delilah said, not wanting the old lady to play a fast one on her. A few moments later, Delilah phone buzzed with a notification. she glance at it, smiling triumphantly. " Thank you, Mrs. Bancroft ", she said sweetly. I promise you will never hear from me again". Mrs Bancroft stood up, her expression a mix of anger and resignation. without another word, she turned and walked out of the restaurant. Delilah watched her leave, a satisfied smirk on her lips . once she was out of sight , Delilah rose, her hips swaying as she towards the exit , already planning her next move. just as she stepped out of the restaurant and put on her sunglasses , her phone rang again . she received the call when she saw who it was. "Hey, Mark ! the old lady finally paid I will send your share soon ". " They always pay". she could hear the laugh in mark's tone. "But that isn't the reason I called I just got information that Hunter Quinn frequents Club S & G and he will be at the club tonight " , mark said . Delilah's smile widened. "perfect . I will have to go clubbing tonight . any idea what I should look at for ? what does he look like ?" . Hunter Quinn was her next target . Better put, he was her ticket to wealth and a life of comfort . unlike her previous target , no one knew much detail about Hunter Quinn or what he looked like. All she knew was that he was a young bachelor, and a very private person who stayed away from media "I don't have any info on that yet , so you'll have to rely on your instinct for now", mark said and she bit her lower lip . "alright . thanks for the info . you will get your money soon", she said before hanging up . Everything was going so smoothly today. too smoothly , she thought with a happy smile as she got into her car. she was a realtor on weekdays, and a professional gold-digger on weekends tonight , she would identify Hunter Quinn and approach him .she hoped to get ten times the money she just got from miss Bancroft , from the Quinn family. TWENTY - Two HOURS Later Delilah woke up with a throbbing headache , her mind a fuzy haze as she blinked against the harsh light filtering unfamiliar curtains . the bed beneath her felt strange, softer and more luxurious than her own head pounded with relentless ache , it felt like it was going to implode. she winced as she struggled to piece together her fragmented thoughts , a sense of unease settled in her chest . where was she ? she wondered , her heart starting to race . this wasn't her bedroom . this bedroom was lavishly furnished , with a sleek . modern design , soft , muted colours adorned the wall , and large widows allowed streams of sunlight spill into the room . with a groan , she sat up , instantly regretting the moment as her headache intensified , feeling as though her skull might split open. she bought a hand to her forehead , trying to steady herself , when something caught the light . she blinked down at her hand , her eyes widening in disbelief at a sight of a weeding band on her finger . panic surged through her , momentarily overwhelming the hangover that clouded her thoughts . what was this doing on my finger ? how did that get here ? whose room was this ? did she perhaps succeed in meeting hunter Quinn and followed him back here ? how could she not remember something as important as how she spent her last night ? she struggled to remember the previous night , but her mind was a blur of hazy images and disjointed fragments . the last clear memory she had was of heading to club S & G after she received information that Hunter Quinn , her next target , frequented the club she has been confident , ready to set her trap and lure him into her web . but what happened after she arrived at the club? Delilah rubbed her temples , trying to fend off the head ache and summon her memories . she recalled the pulsing music , the glittering light , the ladies dancing , the men talking and the way she made her entrance , every eye turning towards her . And then ..... .... .... ... ... ... blank . before she could process everything , the door to the room opened , and a tall , ruggedly handsome man walked in . he he's toulsed brown hair , piercing blue eyes , and a rugged jawline that gave him an air of effortless confidence. his white shirt clung to a well defined chest , and his jeans hung low on his hips , emphasizing his athletic build . " I see finally you are awake ", he said with a warm smile , showing off his perfect set of teeth as he step deeper into the room while she was still wondering who he was, and what he was doing in the same room with her , he got closer to the bed and leaned down to brush his lips against hers "good morning my wife " , he said , his voice deep and smooth I'm your husband Delilah heart skipped a beat as panicked surged through her and she quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed and scrambled out bed despite the pounding in her head . her bare feet hit the floor . sending a shiver up her spine. "who are you ?" she demanded , her voice shaky. "and why will you call me that ? what are you doing here?" she asked , fearing the response to the question she asked . He gave her a strange look and then smiled as though he just figured out something "name your price," Mrs Bancroft said, her voice dripping with irritation. "How much will it take for you to disappear from my son's life?" Delilah's heart skipped a beat, but she masked her reaction. "But why" she sounded hurt. "why don't you want your son and I to be together? what have I done?" she took a deep breath before continuing, Mrs.Bancroft please, -" she began her voice trembling with emotion. "I care about your son I just want to be a part of his life, what we have is special," she said almost crying . Mrs. Bancroft's expression hardened. my son can't be with just anybody, especially not a common realtor with no good background. he is the future of our family, and too important to be with a nobody," she said with so much disdain. Delilah's eyes welled with tears, and she reached across the table, reaching for Mrs. Bancroft's hand but she quickly withdrew her hand like Delilah had some communicable disease. "please , give me a chance. I love him. i really do," she pleaded, her tone desperate. "cut the pretence, I know your type, name your price," Mrs. Bancroft said in a demeaning tone. Delilah flinched, insulted by the woman's words. I can't possibly ..." she trailed off, now crying. "A million? Two?" Mrs Bancroft cut in, and Delilah's tears stopped abruptly. "My love isn't for sale," she said, picking up a paper napkin from the table, and dabbed her tears with it. Mrs Bancroft scoffed, "five million?" Delilah met Mrs. Bancroft gaze, her own eyes now steely and resolute. "Ten million." Mrs Bancroft blinked, clearly taken it back by the audacity of Delilah demand "Ten million?" she echoed her voice incredulous "you ask me to name my price," Delilah replied evenly as she leaned back in her seat "That's it. I want ten million". Mrs Bancroft's jaw tightened. she reached for her phone and began tapping on the screen. "you will have it by tomorrow." Delilah shook her head. " no I want it now. right now. right here . or I won't let him go", Delilah said, not wanting the old lady to play a fast one on her. A few moments later, Delilah phone buzzed with a notification. she glance at it, smiling triumphantly. " Thank you, Mrs. Bancroft ", she said sweetly. I promise you will never hear from me again". Mrs Bancroft stood up, her expression a mix of anger and resignation. without another word, she turned and walked out of the restaurant. Delilah watched her leave, a satisfied smirk on her lips . once she was out of sight , Delilah rose, her hips swaying as she towards the exit , already planning her next move. just as she stepped out of the restaurant and put on her sunglasses , her phone rang again . she received the call when she saw who it was. "Hey, Mark ! the old lady finally paid I will send your share soon ". " They always pay". she could hear the laugh in mark's tone. "But that isn't the reason I called I just got information that Hunter Quinn frequents Club S & G and he will be at the club tonight " , mark said . Delilah's smile widened. "perfect . I will have to go clubbing tonight . any idea what I should look at for ? what does he look like ?" . Hunter Quinn was her next target . Better put, he was her ticket to wealth and a life of comfort . unlike her previous target , no one knew much detail about Hunter Quinn or what he looked like. All she knew was that he was a young bachelor, and a very private person who stayed away from media "I don't have any info. .