CHAPTER 4: THE PRINCIPLE
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Selene POV
I wake up with a start, unsure and confused as to where I am or what woke me up.
A quick glance around causes the memories of last night to rush back into my head.
“Oh my god.”
I slept with Fred Sloan.
I slept with my boss.
With a start, I rush off the bed and begin searching for my clothes, purse, and shoes. I don't take the time to admire the room, though I am sure it is very well furnished with expensive tastes, tastes I can't help but notice as I sneak around the building, mansion, villa, whatever.
Alabaster wall, with good pillars, stained mosaic patterned windows, thick velvet curtains, glittering chandeliers-, my god!
How rich is this guy?
That is all I see as I am trying to find a bloody exit.
It is proving quite difficult
At the sound of approaching footsteps, I duck under the passage cupboard- why is there a cupboard in the passageway?- and hide there as the steps pass by.
“Tell them that I will be in Paris by the end of the week! If they can't wait till then then they can forget the whole deal!”
That is Fred.
And he is heading the way I have just come from.
The bedroom.
Shit.
Once the steps fade, I quickly make my way out of there, racing towards the direction he came from.
Which thankfully leads to a door that leads to sweet open freedom.
I come face to face with beautiful gardens with exquisite flowers, some of which I have never even seen before.
Again, I am not able to take the time to admire them and begin racing down the very long driveway.
Why is it that all these mansions have long driveways?
Is it a must?
What is wrong with a short drive for god's sake?”
Eventually, I made it to the large metal gates.
Locked metal gates.
“Oh great! What am I going to do now?” I ask out loud.
All that sneaking around can't be for nothing!
I examine the gates as I think about my escape.
It is an old timely kind of gate, with artistic shaped wrought iron to give off those archaic vibes.
“Of, f**k it,” I mutter as I begin climbing through it.
There is no point in wasting any more time, as I am sure he has found out I am missing.
In retrospect, I realize I could have handled that in a more mature and same manner but I wasn't exactly thinking.
I slept with Fred Sloan.
Even by my calculations, this is way too fast.
Another thing I clearly didn't think through is climbing this twelve-foot gate.
How am I going to get down now?
Without ripping my clothes?!
“Com on Selene, you have already come this far,” I mutter and with tightly closed eyes, I drop to the floor.
†
“Do you think this is wise?” Elly asks as I get dressed for work. “I mean what if he is there? What are you going to say? Sorry, I ditched you in the morning. I am too much of a coward.”
“I am kind of hoping he doesn't mention it,” I say.
“In what world do you think that will happen?”
“Men do that, don't they? Have s*x and move on?”
“Yes, but not men like Sloan. He sought you out. He gave you a job. He brought you into his home. Slept with you in his home, not a hotel, his home. None of this strikes me as a one-night stand.”
“Then what? You think he wants a relationship with me? Come on, El. I know things have been a little weird lately but that would be absurd. Why would he want me?”
“He wanted you last night. He brought you into his home.”
“You have said like eight times now. It doesn't matter!”
“Yes, it does! Men don't bring one-night stands to their homes. And you said it yourself, he is not the type that dates casually.”
“Well, maybe I was wrong. I don't know him that well. Look, I promise to be careful and keep my wits around me but right now, I have got to go.”
“Selene…”
“I promise. I will be careful. And if he brings it up, I will… play it cool. No need to get hung up by it.”
“Fine. Just be careful, okay. It has all been very weird.”
“Yes, Mother,” I say as I give her a peck and head out.
The journey to the hotel is uneventful, except for the fact that memories of last night keep trying to break into my mind.
It is a battle I am losing.
I want to say that I was drunk, that I had no idea what I was doing but that would be a lie.
I knew he was there.
I saw him watching me.
I wanted him.
The only point of contention was that I was way too relaxed and loose thanks to the alcohol.
It all went out of my control.
But I can get it back, I just need to play my cards right.
For Sebastian.
For my brother.
The moment I walk through the hotel doors I am cornered by Lisa.
“Your boss is expecting you,” she says with a worried face.
“He is here?” I ask, already knowing who she is talking about.
“Hmm. Here is the key to the elevator. Good luck.”
Less than five minutes later, I am walking into the Empire Suit.
“Mr. Sloan,” I say by way of greeting. “Lusa said you were expecting me.”
He is sitting by the bar, a tumbler in his hand and a document in front of him.
“Hmm. You left without saying anything.”
“Uh… I don't know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
“Yes? To what?”
“My marriage proposal,” he answers.
“Excuse me?”
“Three years. You will be my wife for three years and after that, you walk away with fifty million dollars.”
WHAT?!
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