Billionaire's Contract Lover

"Hand over 500 grand, and we're square. Period" That was the first thing the girl said upon waking up and seeing the man. Rebecca Richards, clad in a deep navy school uniform, couldn't conceal the milky finesse of her complexion. Her chestnut-brown cascaded in bubbly curls, and the sparkle of a rhinestone hairpin at her temple offered a simple embellishment, which accentuated her youthful exuberance and vitality, rendering her an enchanting sight one could hardly pull their gaze from. At this moment, she was looking up at the man standing before her. Matthew Weller’s sharply contoured face bored a hint of impatience. Dressed in a well-tailored suit, which at the moment, perhaps due to agitation, was slightly loosened at the tie and collar, revealing the seductive prominence of his Adam's apple. This disheveled elegance only served to enhance his air of ascetic nobility.   A cash-for-crash scam. That was it. After being hit by the car and taken to the hospital, Rebecca soon woke up. Aside from a bump on her forehead and some scratches on her knees, she wasn't seriously hurt. She herself felt quite guilty for trying to extort such a large sum from him.  She didn't know who he was, but she recognized the car, a Bugatti Veyron, the latest model at that. Anyone who could afford such a car must certainly be wealthy. She was truly at her wits’ end, with Auntie Sara critically ill in the hospital and urgently in need of surgery funds. The man in front of her stood as her sole glimmer of hope. "Half a million for such minor injuries? You might as well rob a bank." The man's gaze narrowed, his deep voice resonating above her head. Rebecca bit her lip, brushing off the hint of sarcasm in his tone. "You don't strike me as the type to fuss over 500 grand. Why not just drop the cash and dodge the headache ?" Rebecca took a deep breath and got out of the bed, thinking to herself, “If it’s time to negotiate, let’s keep it professional.” The orange light in the ward cast a glow on the man, who flashed a half-smile, his fine lips teasing. "Drop the cash to dodge the headache? What if I don't? You gonna come after me or something?" His gaze on her held a hint of amusement. What’s with high school kids these days? No shame? Rebecca became anxious, her composure fading. "Sir, so about the 500 grand, let’s just say I’m borrowing it from you, OK? When I get older and start making my own cash, I'll pay you back bit by bit." Matthew easily saw through her façade and let out a laugh. It was the first time he’d come across a girl so stubborn. Clearly lacking a strong hand, she was still trying to make a stand. This was kind of cute and made him want to play along with her. "What makes you think I would give you the money?" The intensity of Matthew's stare and the steadiness in his voice sent a ripple of intimidation through her. Rebecca’s cheeks suddenly turned a soft pink. She bit her lip, dipped her head, and when she looked up again, her sparkling eyes were moist, her smooth skin giving her that extra touch of a pitiful look. Her words were brimming with sincerity. "Someone really important to me is sick. I’m in desperate need of this 500k. I'm truly at the end of my ropes." Rebecca let a few tears fall, her delicate fingers clutching at the man's sleeve, her voice soft and awkward as she pleaded. Matthew's aura was intense, his deep-set eyes dark and opaque, scrutinizing her fair face. With his distinctively jointed fingers, he pinched her chin and said, "I have money, but I don't just give it away to anyone." Rebecca clenched her fists and peered deep into the man's profound eyes, searching for something hidden there. A slight softness seemed to appear on the man's stern face, only to be quickly concealed. Just when Rebecca thought she was about to succeed, he abruptly pulled his sleeve free from her gripping hand and pointed to a stack of money on the table. "This should cover your medical expenses." There were ten thousand dollars on the table, which Rebecca had noticed the moment her eyes popped open. Sure, ten grand was sweet for her little scrapes, but it was peanuts for Aunt Sara's mountain of medical bills. After saying this, the man turned to leave. As he reached the door, Rebecca rushed over, clinging desperately to his coat. Matthew stopped in his tracks, looking down at the girl before him. Her eyes were pure with an undying stubbornness that she couldn't hide. "Sir, I swear I'll pay you back. I can write an IOU." Matthew watched her for a few seconds and noticed the wound on her knee had reopened. Fresh blood trickled down below her knee, disturbingly vivid and really painful to look at. Yet, she seemed oblivious to it, focused solely on holding him back. She clutched the hem of his clothes, standing small in front of him. He could easily look down and envelop her in his arms. Her expressive eyes sparkled with a plea, and Matthew admitted that he was swayed by this adorable girl. The scrutiny and amusement in Matthew's gaze made Rebecca somewhat embarrassed, yet she didn't let go of his clothes. "I promise I'll never back out," she said with conviction. Matthew's eyebrows arched slightly, indicating a change of mind, and he announced, "I can give you the money." Rebecca looked up at him in surprise. "Really?" "But I have a condition!" he added, locking eyes with the girl whose excitement was evident, as a plan took shape in his mind. Without hesitation, she responded, "I agree to any condition. I'm willing to go the extra mile in return, as long as you consent, sir." "Well, are you sure you are able to go the extra mile?" His somewhat husky voice whispered into her ear. Because they were so close to each other, his breath fell entirely upon her, scalding her skin until it reddened. He pressed even closer, his lips grazing her cheek, causing her to tremble slightly. Though Rebecca was a girl experiencing the first stirrings of love, she had never had such intimate contact with a man. Confronted with his intense gaze, her body slightly recoiled, her face a mix of shyness and bewilderment. Was he implying something? Matthew observed all her emotions, and he spoke up just as she was almost at her breaking point. "The 500 thousand dollars will buy three years of your time. For the following three years, you belong to me." As he spoke, his gaze swept over her collarbone and the hollow of her neck, exhaling faint and shallow breaths as if they were barely there, causing her to tremble all over. His determined look seemed to announce he was about to devour her the next second.