HIS CURVY OBSESSION

Tunnel

I have thirty minutes until closing, and I'm high on adrenaline and low on brain power.

I always thought I’ll know exactly what to do with money once I got it, but my brain is currently a jumble of multi-million dollar lists.

My elder brother can go back to school, but I still need to start a business to keep the money multiplying in case Banks gets tired of me early.

I have to stop working, but I can't quit yet because I have no apartment. Banks didn't mention getting the exclusive estate again, and seeing this money, I don't have the stomach to ask.

I need to change my wardrobe. Not like it’s necessary; apart from hosiery, I’m naked with him all through. But I want to wear something for him. A little need to keep him interested in me, especially on days I'm being picked to go meet him like these past days.

The moment I close from work, his driver is right outside for me. I only branched home early two days ago to pick few clothes and keep here.

I exhale loudly.

"You should swallow the entire company," my ex-boyfriend and not-so-savory supervisor says, walking in.

"Welcome, Sir," I say automatically. Yes, the bastard requested I call him 'sir' since I broke up with him. He doesn't reply, just heads straight to his office.

So many things to do, I have no idea where to start.

As scheduled, Vandiver, the driver came.

"Good afternoon Mr Vandiver"

"Good afternoon miss Eleanor" He says with a slight bow like someone born in UK 1870. He wasn't. The man is definitely less than fifty years old.

He starts the car and I spend the twenty minutes drive to the gynaecologist worrying about things I need money for and coming up with zero ways of how I'll start spending this.

"We're here miss" I look around.

"Of course it will be city hospital" I mutter

"Third floor" I whip my head to Vandiver

"Doctor Ray" I snort unwillingly, mouth wide open and eyes definitely dropping down... He just offers me a tiny smile that says -

"You're not the first person I brought here"

"Thank you" I say instead and head to the gynaecologist, feeling less happy.

I hate man whores that's for sure but he pays well.

FORTY MINUTES LATER.

The gynaecologist is a stoic woman who performed a thorough abdominal, breast, v****a and everything check-up.

"Results will be sent to Mr. Banks when ready," she stated flatly, packing up files on her table.

"I dropped my numbers, too," I offer, pointing at the document tab given to me to fill my name

"You can send me a copy."

She look at me, and give a tiny shake of her head. I understand what that meant: no results for me. I could have argued, but screw it.

I have millions in my account; I have other worries.

I meet Vandiver exactly where I left him.

"Sorry for the delay" I say as he opens the door

"No problem miss Eleanor" He says with a ghost of smile and he drives off.

My back against the car's chair, I decided the number on thing to do is get myself an apartment.

I check for nice, cheap apartments with gates. The best I saw was thirty minutes from my work, far from anywhere I had been seen, and ten minutes from Banks’s tower. It costs $1.9 million.

How very nice. I close my phone and lean back.

I lean my head against the car window, looking at the people, looking at the stores, looking at... hold on.

"This is not the way to Mr. Banks, sir." Vandiver looks at me in the rearview mirror and scoffed lightly.

"I know, Miss."

I look at him again, a cold fear spreading through me. Two million dollars for two days of f*****g. I was insane to think it was simple. Maybe now it was time to pay the real price?

I should have known it was too good to be true. I can’t be that lucky.

"Is Mr Banks aware?" He stares at me in the mirror. "Yes, Miss."

There is something slightly unsettling about this.

Call it my trust issue or sixth sense, anyways the cold doubt tighten its grip on my chest and I give in.

I Google Banks Wellington again:

Business mogul… no criminal record. That should have been satisfying, but I'm more scared.

He knew I got PEP, stalks me. He can clean his trail. Clean me without a trace.

With cold fingers, I share my location to my siblings with a text: If I don't call by eleven p.m., start from my last location.

They aren't online, but they will act on it. We are the only ones for each other in this wide city. Though apart, we are together.

But an unbelievable, massive part of me still thinks Banks means well. I mean, I know about the woman his friend had an "arrangement" with; she’s living largely and comfortably, zero problems.

But still. I might be used as an example. I keep my location on and my heart continues to pound as he drives off down a dark tunnel.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Can someone tell this girl to stop doubting her Master. Hehe. Or you think it's better she doubts?