The Deal
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Chapter 4 — The Deal
Priya stared at Adrian as if she had heard him wrong.
Dinner?
That was his condition?
Not money.
Not repayment.
Not a contract.
Dinner.
For several seconds, she simply blinked.
“Dinner?”
Adrian remained calm.
“Yes.”
Priya searched his face for mockery.
She found none.
Her brows drew together.
“That’s it?”
Adrian’s lips curved slightly.
“That sounds disappointing.”
Priya’s cheeks warmed.
“No—I didn’t mean—”
“Relax.”
His deep voice softened the word.
Priya hated how that single word affected her.
Why did talking to him feel like walking into dangerous territory?
Nothing about this made sense.
She crossed her arms, trying to regain some control.
“You expect me to believe a billionaire wants dinner with a waitress?”
Adrian didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he studied her again.
That intense gaze made Priya restless.
Finally, he spoke.
“You’re different.”
Priya frowned.
“Different how?”
“You don’t flatter me.”
His voice remained even.
“You don’t chase my attention.”
He stepped closer.
“You spilled coffee on me.”
Priya flushed.
“And you rejected my money.”
His eyes sharpened.
“That doesn’t happen.”
Priya swallowed.
There it was again.
That strange intensity in his voice.
She forced herself to look away.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
Priya’s voice steadied.
“You don’t know me.”
Adrian’s response came without hesitation.
“Then let me.”
The words landed heavily between them.
Priya’s heartbeat quickened.
This man was dangerous.
Not because he was cruel.
Not because he was rich.
Because he made her feel seen.
And that terrified her.
She had spent years surviving by staying invisible.
Invisible people didn’t get hurt.
Visible people did.
Adrian made invisibility impossible.
She inhaled slowly.
“This doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t need to.”
His answer frustrated her.
“How can you be so calm?”
Adrian’s brow lifted.
“Should I panic?”
Priya glared at him.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Silence fell again.
Priya’s thoughts spiraled.
Her mother needed surgery.
Urgently.
She had no savings.
No relatives who could help.
No options.
And Adrian knew it.
Did that mean he was taking advantage of her desperation?
The thought made her stomach twist.
She lifted her chin.
“Why me?”
Adrian’s expression shifted.
For the first time, he seemed to consider the question carefully.
Then he answered.
“I don’t know.”
Priya blinked.
That wasn’t what she expected.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want.”
His voice lowered.
“But when I saw you…”
He paused.
Something unreadable passed through his eyes.
“…I didn’t want to walk away.”
Priya’s breath caught.
The confession felt too intimate.
Too raw.
Her heart began betraying her.
No.
She couldn’t let herself be affected.
Not by him.
Not by his voice.
Not by those eyes.
She tightened her fists.
“What happens after dinner?”
Adrian’s gaze remained steady.
“If you decide you never want to see me again…”
He reached for his wallet.
Then he placed a black card on the table.
“…your mother’s bill will still be paid.”
Priya froze.
“What?”
His voice was calm.
“I don’t force people.”
Her eyes widened.
He was giving her a choice.
A real one.
No pressure.
No hidden condition.
No demand.
That unsettled her more than manipulation would have.
Because now she couldn’t even hate him.
Her eyes dropped to the card.
That tiny piece of plastic could save her mother.
Tears burned again.
She bit her lip hard.
Adrian noticed.
He always noticed.
“Priya.”
His voice became quieter.
Gentler.
“You’re running out of time.”
The truth cut deep.
She knew.
God, she knew.
Her shoulders trembled.
She hated this.
Hated feeling cornered.
Hated needing help.
Hated being powerless.
But she loved her mother more than her pride.
Much more.
Slowly—
Very slowly—
Priya reached for the card.
Her fingers brushed it.
Then she closed her eyes.
And whispered the words that changed everything.
“…I’ll have dinner with you.”
Adrian’s gaze darkened.
A faint smile touched his lips.
“Good.”
Priya opened her eyes.
She instantly regretted agreeing.
Because something in Adrian’s expression made one thing painfully clear.
This dinner…
Was only the beginning.
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