Chapter Four
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Chloe arrived at the restaurant, the soft glow of the chandeliers reflecting off the polished marble floors. She provided the necessary information at the hostess desk, and was quickly guided to her reserved table. The faint hum of conversation, clinking cutlery, and the subtle strains of a piano filled the air, creating an atmosphere of elegance and quiet anticipation.
Ethan, seated at the table already, scanned the room with a meticulous gaze, eyes sharp and calculating. He searched for any sign of the mystery woman he was supposed to meet, his posture relaxed yet poised, projecting both patience and authority.
Suddenly, movement at the entrance caught his attention. A woman in a peach-colored gown stepped forward, her presence immediately commanding notice. Ethan couldn’t make out her face from a distance, but the way she carried herself—the subtle sway of her hips, the confidence in every step, and the respectful murmurs from those she passed—drew his eyes without effort. His instincts told him she was coming straight for him.
Chloe, meanwhile, spotted a man from across the room. She couldn’t see his full features clearly, but something about his aura—poised, commanding, and undeniably magnetic—made her pulse quicken. As she drew nearer, just one table away, she caught a glimpse of his face and gasped, a sharp intake of breath escaping her. Ethan, recognizing her at the same moment, mirrored her shock.
For a brief second, both stood frozen, as if the world had slowed around them. Chloe stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly, ensuring she wasn’t imagining what she saw. Standing before the table, she confirmed she hadn’t been mistaken.
“Why should I agree to such terms?” Chloe asked, her hazel eyes boring into Ethan’s gray ones with unflinching intensity.
“I may not know much about you,” Ethan began, his voice calm but commanding, “but I suspect family pressure brought you here as well. I do not care for romance, but I am expected to settle down. Until I figure out how to resolve this dilemma, I would like you to act as my girlfriend—for the time being.”
“And lest I forget,” he added smoothly, “you won’t leave this arrangement empty-handed.”
Chloe folded her arms beneath her chest, a playful yet calculating glint in her eyes.
“What’s in it for me?” she asked coyly, leaning slightly forward.
Ethan chuckled softly, a low, confident sound that seemed to echo in the intimate space between them.
“You’ll have opportunities to work with various wealthy clients on my contact list. I know you’re ambitious, and expanding your career would open doors to endless possibilities. Lavish vacations will also be part of our arrangement. And lest I forget, I’ll compensate you handsomely for your troubles. So, it’s business and pleasure,” he explained, every word deliberate, every promise weighted with certainty.
“Endless possibilities,” Chloe murmured, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. It was as though he could read her ambition—the desire to expand her network, collaborate with renowned artists, and become a highly sought-after curator. And the vacations? The idea of exploring exotic locations without touching her own savings was impossible to resist. She also knew Ethan—he was the type of man who delivered on every promise.
“How long would we have to keep this up?” Chloe asked, her tone measured, masking the flutter of excitement beneath her calm exterior.
“Two months, my dear. By then, I should have figured something out,” Ethan replied confidently, his gray eyes steady and unreadable.
Chloe paused, weighing her options in silence. After a moment, she spoke, decision made.
“That’s alright, I’m in. But we’ll discuss the terms and rules of our arrangement more clearly at our next meeting. I’ll draft some proposals, and you should do the same. After we finalize everything, we’ll sign,” she proposed, her voice firm yet diplomatic.
Ethan nodded, a faint smile breaking his otherwise composed expression. “That works for me. Let’s set a date. Tomorrow at 6 p.m. should be fine.”
“Sounds appropriate. We should settle this before the weekend ends,” Chloe agreed, her tone carrying authority and poise.
“Alright then, since we’re already here, we might as well order something before heading home,” Ethan suggested casually, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
The night passed swiftly. Chloe didn’t linger longer than necessary, her mind swirling with disbelief and excitement. By 9 p.m., her meeting with Ethan was over, and she was driving back home along the sparsely populated streets. Occasionally, she scoffed and laughed quietly to herself, the absurdity of the situation too surreal to ignore.
“Ethan Erickson? Who would believe the almighty Ethan would be forced to settle down?” she whispered, chuckling under her breath.
Memories washed over her—how he had once looked at her with disdain whenever she visited Rowland, as though she were a nuisance. She remembered, painfully, the cruel words he had said the day she discovered Rowland making out with another woman in the office.
“It truly is a small world,” Chloe muttered softly, her hands tightening briefly around the steering wheel as she drove.
Back in her living room, Chloe stepped inside, and Casey immediately turned away from the television, studying her friend intently. Chloe’s face was neutral, betraying nothing of the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions she carried—the perfect mask of calm after a storm.
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