A Night With Lord Cole

"Are you trying to say that I can't use my credit cards anymore?" Chloe's voice broke out in pieces, hitting the deafening silence of the entire living room. It was a high-pitched sound of a frustrated woman who had never known that there's a world where she would have to look at price tags before she would be able to afford anything in her life. Sarah's gaze never left the floor. She was staring at the ghost of their lives, the rectangular dust patches on the hardwood where their grand piano and velvet sofas used to be. They had been taken away by hefty men three hours ago with no remorse. How could they when even their eye lids were made of stone. "All our accounts are frozen, Chloe" Sarah said, to make sure she understood the reality before them at the moment, "The cars, the house, the cards... they...they don't belong to us anymore." " Even the new maybach I bought last month?" Chloe asked with her smear with her smudged eye liner. "Yes, we're deathly poor." Sarah whispered the words to herself, sinking deeper into her new reality. No more black cards, no more swiping at supermarkets for things they wanted or not. No more late night clubbing where she paid everyone's bills without a problem in the world. "But I need to do my hair at ten!" Chloe screamed out in fear, flinging a pillow across the room. It hit a stack of moving empty boxes and then fell limply to the floor. "Dad? Tell Sarah that she's being dramatic. Tell her that we're not going broke. That we're okay. That we will be very okay." Sarah’s head tilted up immediately, her eyes screaming in fury before her mouth could speak,"You're the one offering us Chloe! I didn't study nor did I major in film to throw a tantrum, but you're!" Mr. Martins didn't answer nor did he say a word. His entire world has just crumbled in a night. He sat in his leather armchair, the only piece of furniture left in the room staring out the window at a skyline that no longer belonged to him. He looked like he had aged twenty years in twenty-four hours. On the floor beside him lay the document that had ended their lives: a "Command of Liquidation," a document that took away all he had in a moment. Sarah reached down, but her fingers didn't brush the legal papers. Instead, they traced the glossy cover of a magazine lying next to them. Cole Andrews stared back at her. He looked devastating, sharp, dark, and predatory. He looked "hot" in a way that made Sarah’s breath hitch every single time she saw him. For years, Sarah had nursed a secret, burning obsession with the man the media called the "Lord" of the American elite. To the world, he was the most sought out man. To Sarah, he was a fever dream. Just looking at his lips made her skin burn; the thought of his hands on her made her ache with a desperate, virginal hunger. She had spent countless nights in the dark, her own hands tracing her body, wishing it was his touch opening her up, swallowing her whole, and claiming the treasure she had guarded so fiercely. The only obstacle had been his wife. But last winter, the universe had cleared the path. A car accident rumored to be the work of rival shadows had taken Mrs. Andrews away. Sarah didn't care about the tragedy; she only cared about the vacancy. Cole was single again, and she wasn't about to let another woman take her place in his life. "I'm going to find a job," Sarah said suddenly, her voice firming as she clutched the magazine to her chest. Chloe let out a jagged, hysterical laugh. "Doing what? You just finished school, Sarah. You’ve never worked a day in your life. What could you possibly do that would pay back fifty million dollars?" Sarah tucked the magazine into her bag, her mind racing. She wasn't thinking about the debt. She was thinking about the job listing she had found on an exclusive, password-protected domestic staffing board an hour ago. Live-in Nanny required. Andrews Estate. High discretion and an immediate start. "I’m going to be a nanny," Sarah whispered. " At Andrew, their little son needs a nanny." "A servant?" Chloe gasped, her face contorting. "You’re going to work as a nanny? Scrubbing the rich man's floors and washing dishes? Have you lost your mind?" "Well, I have to," Sarah countered. " I'm going to be a nanny, not a housekeeper." "You don't have to! You want to rub mud on our faces by working for Andrews? You want them to see how we've gone bankrupt, how we're at the brink of failure with nothing to save us?" "Then what are you thinking we should do, Chloe? Sit here and wait for a miracle?" "We both know the real reason!" Chloe screamed, stepping into Sarah’s space. "The only reason you’re going to Cole is because you want him to f**k your scrawny little p***y!" "Chloe, language!!!" Their father’s voice suddenly rang out with sharp caution. He moved slowly in his chair, his eyes resting and focusing on Sarah, "Sarah," he said, "You want to work as a nanny?" He asked as if he was weighing his options. Sarah nodded slowly, her heart racing nervously, "It’s the only hope we have if we want to save ourselves. Soon, we’ll exhaust the little savings we have left and then—" "Marry him." Her father’s voice interruptedly desperately. Like a man with no other choice but this. He leaned forward, staring at his daughter like he was the only thing who could fix his wounded pride, "If you want to save us like you suggested... then make sure you stay in his line of sight. I want you to seduce him. Make him fall for you." "Father!" Chloe tried to intervene but her voice was drowned by Sarah's. Sarah’s heart swelled with a mischievous excitement. It was as if her father's decisions for once in her life aligned with hers. "Stop encouraging her dad!!" Chloe cried out, but she got ignored by everyone in the room. "I won't just be a nanny to him, Dad," Sarah promised, her voice a low, steady vow. "I’ll make sure I seduce him to the point that I'm the only person he sees." The whole night as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her entire room emptied out, but what didn't empty out was her heart and the fast heart beat of hers as she kept staring at her phone, waiting for an answer from the mails she had sent earlier to the Andrews household. "What would he do if he actually saw her?" She asked and just then, her sister walked into the room and lay down on the bed beside her. "Cole Andrews loves his wife, there's no way he's going to f**k you like he did his wife." "Well, a dead wife and a woman pretty much alive aren't going to be the same thing." She said before she warmly kissed her sister on the lips, her hands sliding down to her thighs, teasing as she sprung from the bed , "Want me to suck you off?”