He is ruthless I got in a deal with him

Chapter three

Jane POV

I opened my eyes to sunlight, a large man spreading the curtains and turning to me. Acute pain took me by surprise, my head banging as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I was here alone, and then, now he's here. I had come to the brothel to work and gotten sent here to meet somebody, but I didn't meet anyone here, and I began to drink.

Flash visions of moving hands and passionate kisses raced through my mind, my headache only getting worse as I tried to remember. The man approached me, grabbing his suit jacket hanging on one side of the bed stand and slipping it on. It all began to make sense now. It was him. He owned the hands that touched me and the lips I sucked on so vigorously last night. Oh s**t. I'd ruined his night.

“Sir, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't plan for things to turn out like this, I promise. Let me make it up to you.” I begged, latching on to the huge duvet that shielded my still fully clothed body. My dress was still on, even my heels still clung to my feet. Did nothing happen? That was even worse.

“You finished my special wine, then slept off just when I'd thought you'd give me a good time. Just return the money for the wine, then.” He answered easily, buttoning up his clothes. He looked like he was considering something, his face contorting in a sort of grimace as he dressed himself up.

“And just how much is this wine, sir?” I wondered, hoping for dear life, that it was something that could be paid off with a couple of nights working here. I had already bundled off my savings to the other debt, this current one the new weight on my shoulders. I didn't think I could shoulder extra as it stood.

“A million dollars.” He stated, sitting down to pull on his shoes. What? How was I supposed pay that?

“Holy Mother! How do you expect me to pay that exactly?” I turned to him, shock quite evident on my face. He was not about to have me pay him a million dollars, for wine.

“Then marry me. For two years, no less.” He answered back, standing up and patting himself down, fixing his hair in the mirror as he did. Then, it hit me. The famous or should I say, infamous Jared Walter. Thirty two, billionaire and changes wives like socks. And now he wanted me to join his slew of women. I had an idea.

“Only on the condition that, you pay off the debt that has me working here. My father is in their hands. He must be freed from the debt.” I said boldly, facing him and steadying my expression as I fought the banging in my head.

“Good. You move in to my mansion, first thing tomorrow morning. Go home and gather your things. Infact, go home and greet your family goodbye, bring nothing with you. We'll fix your wardrobe once you arrive.” He spoke simply and began walking out of the room.

“Wait! How do I get there? Where's the plan?!” The door clicked shut behind me and I came down from the bed, finding my way back to wardrobe to get my clothes.

Apparently, I was married now. How the universe loves me so.

The day went by in a blur, finding a small note saying ‘You got lucky this time. You're free.’ at my doorstep as I got home. With rushing my father to the hospital and returning to clean up the house so it could be locked till he was discharged, I was pretty distracted, fighting the thought every time it haunted me.

The morning found me at the front of Jared

Walter's mansion. A simple knock had a butler come to my aid, walking me to the living space to sit and wait whilst he went to call his master. I looked around me, mouth agape in actual wonder. The place was beautiful, it's monochromatic colour scheme matching perfectly with its owner's aura.

Jared was just as handsome as I remembered, if not more, approaching me with an envelope in his hand, his expression lacking any emotion whatsoever.

“That's an NDA. Sign it and agree with it's terms. We get married in two months, before which you will live here permanently, and accompany me to any event at which your presence is required, to get the attention of the press. After the wedding, you will assume wifely duties, ensuring the smooth running of mansion activities. Understood?” He finished, an eyebrow raised towards me in inquiry.

I just stared, watching his expression deepen, eyes threatening me. I couldn't explain how I felt towards him, something of pure raw hatred, anger and yet gratitude for all he'd done for me, despite the conditions attached.

“Daddy!” A tiny, high pitched voice rang across the room, both our heads turning towards the voice, to find a little girl, who couldn't be more than six, running towards Jared at full speed, and jumping towards him, as he caught her perfectly.

“What is it, beautiful?” The way his expression softened the minute he saw her, convincing me further that she'd made no mistake when she'd called him ‘Daddy’. He had a daughter. Now things began making sense, the contemplation, the rush to ask me to marry him. He just wanted a nanny for his child, someone to play ‘Mommy’.

Well, I had no choice.

“Who is she, Daddy? Is this new Mommy?” She inquired of her father, face scrunched up in confusion, as she stared at him, expectant of an answer. She was a tiny, beautiful girl who just wanted someone to love her, and my heart melted at her innocence.

“Yes, my love.” He said simply, turning to me to help him push the narrative. I stood up promptly, sending her big smile as my brain struggled to process it all, the marriage, and now, a child. What had I signed myself up for?

But her eyes, oh, her eyes. Blue, just like her father's, with such depth to them that it was hypnotizing. There was such a purity and beauty in there, that I just couldn't refuse.

So I said Hi, and took her from her father.