Meet me
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Insomnia was what I was subjected to through out the entire night; I couldn't sleep, no matter what I tried. It was frustrating as my lack of slumber had nothing to do with the exhausting state I was in. I stayed fully awake, sometimes tossing and turning in my bed while a part of the city, understandably a tiny part, was peacefully dreaming away.
This thing, this proposal had me in complete shambles, occupying my brain to its full capacity. So for most of the night, tossing and turning were the only things I had control over. What kept appearing in the forefront of my thoughts was the fact that, the billionaire Mr Ethan Williams refused me to be his secretary but then gave me an offer to be his s*x mistress.
Though Lily and I talked about the most important pro in this whole situation, there was still a big chance that I would freak out at the last minute.
Could I actually go through with it be his s*x mistress, give birth and then give my baby away and not be part of its life? Never getting the chance to raise that baby and watch her/him grow up. Could I actually do this? Give my baby away and be like any other stranger that he or she would most likely never get know.
The more I thought about it, the more addled I became. The dilemma would have been non existent if it weren't for the fact that, with fifty million dollars, it was likely that I would be using my eggs, thus making the child mine as well. I was almost certain that he wouldn't have offered that much money if it weren't the case.
So, while the benefits out weighed the cons, the biggest con of all, was staring right at me, as big as an iceberg in the ocean. There was no way I could turn the blind eye and pretend that it didn't exist. And if I was to accept the offer, I had to know everything from him first.
Firstly all I knew about was that he is a well known womaniser.
What else?! Why me in all women?!
Why didn’t he get a rich woman?!
Questions flowed in my head for a pretty good time, until when I got up to make myself a cup of tea in order to relax a bit.
It was probably five or six in the morning and the sun was now rising, the beauty of it so overwhelming, yet taken for granted by the millions of people already up and on their grind. But I knew better, and because of that, I wanted nothing more than to sit at my window and watch the magic happen while drinking my tea. Total heaven.
I wondered what would be the acceptable time for me to call Mr Ethan. I felt as though a man like him probably woke up early to start the busy day I was sure awaited him. But, would it be rude of me to ring him when it was barely six and most people were still asleep?
But he is so ruthless, I don't want him to ruin my day!
After debating on the subject for what felt like hours but really was minutes, I decided to wait on it for maybe an additional hour and then call him, that way I'd be sure it was a decent hour.
With that made up in my mind, I walked downstairs to my neighbours. Yes going downstairs and knock on one of the rooms was my daily routine. I always have to give money to the old lady Jane who stays with my sick mother in the hospital.
As usual she told me about my mother's situation. Everything wasn't bad not until when I heard my phone loudly ringing from my bedroom. Without hesitating, I ran into the room to pick it up quickly before it stopped and went to voicemail.
"Hello?" I answered almost out of breath, not really bothering to check the caller ID. You had to be someone I knew to be calling me this early in the morning.
"Why are you out of breath?" The person on the other line asked in a deep authoritative voice. I sat down on my bed to catch a breath. Oh my, I really was out of shape.
"Uhm, I just came up five flight of stairs and had to run into my bedroom to answer the phone," Jesus, I needed to hit the gym. You'd think after that many years living in that building, I'd finally be used to the stairs. I finally looked at my phone's screen to check the caller ID, the voice sounded familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.
Ethan Williams, I read, froze for a moment before placing the phone back on my ear. "If you sound this out of breath only going up five flights of stairs, You should really look into getting a gym membership." He added, like he even had the right to say anything about my life. I started laughing.
"Well, I can't afford that right now," I replied. Irritated that he thought we were close enough for him even give his two cents. After only one meeting. "Anyway, I thought I was to call you?"
"Yes."
"Oh, alright. Then why are you calling me?"
"I thought you might need a little...push." He answered.
Huh? I got up to take my sweats off and headed into my tiny as hell bathroom.
"I thought about it," I told him as I turned on my shower.
"Does that mean you'll take the offer?" He asked.
"We have a few things to discuss first," I added, hitting the put the phone's speaker button so that my hands could be free to take the rest of my clothes off.
"Sure. Can you meet me in an hour?" He asked. I grabbed the phone off the bathroom counter.
"Yes. Where?"
"Do you have a pen and paper or somewhere to right down this address?"
"Yeah, one minute." I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom to find something to write on. "Okay, go ahead." I said after I found the pen. Hopefully I wouldn't be meeting him somewhere too far
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