Be My Wife
1094 Words
Olivia tried to work as fast as she could. Giovanni stood in front of her, in his denim jeans bare chested. His ruffled brown hair came down to his face and his green orbs glistened under the fluorescent lights.
She could make out his well defined abs. His veiny arms could now be seen in full length.
Alone in a room, with her monster of a boss, which was a hottie by the way, put her on the edge.
"Get a grip of yourself Olivia, this isn't the first time you'd be seeing a shirtless man" She muttered to herself. It was the truth. But yet, she couldn't fight off the sneaky thoughts that filled her head.
She almost ran out screaming when the first thing he did was to pull off his shirt in the privacy of one of the exquisite hotel rooms at the bar.
“Would you prefer to clean the shirt while I'm still wearing it?” He asked when he saw her gaping at him.
His sexy body was calling out to her. She wanted to jump on all six feet of him
She simply reached out for the shirt and walked to the sink in the small kitchenette.
With shaky hands she gently scrubbed off the stain.
She blamed her feelings on the alcohol. Why else would she imagine Mr Monster in such a unspeakable manner?
“Here you go, good as new!” She appeared minutes later with his shirt to find him sitting on the bed.
She gulped down her saliva.
Hottie. On the bed. In a room. With her. Those were the words that taunted her.
“Can't go walking around in a wet shirt” He spread the shirt out on the bed to dry and sat on a chair by the coffee table.
“Of course, almighty Giovanni Verona can't be seen in such” She mumbled, standing by the mirror stand.
Giovanni caught her words.
“Don't you have somewhere to be? A boyfriend to run to or something” Giovanni inquired.
He had gotten enough of her smart mouth already
“Is that your way of asking if I have a boyfriend?” She teased. Olivia might not belong to the class of girls he's usually used to dating, but she knew she was a gorgeous lady that any sane man would dream of having
A chuckle escaped his lips
How did she even think, Giovanni asked himself
She never failed to take him by surprise
“You're crazy” He said. Of course, any sane man but Mr Monster who was everything but sane
“Yes I am. I'm the one behind doors and playing nice with the man who fired me for no reason just this morning. My rent is overdue and I'm here, clubbing and making stupid decisions” She finally let out, in frustration.
If Giovanni felt touched by her words, he did not show it
“For what it's worth. I did have a reason for firing you” He said, breaking the silence
“Save it” She waved a hand at him “You probably just made something up” He looked at her like she had just grown another head.
She actually thought the worst of him! And rightly so.
“I shouldn't have asked about your boyfriend. That's because I'm certain you don't have any. Not with an attitude like that” He grabbed his shirt from the bed and put it back on
“You must think you're perfect, Mr Monster” She shot back, unbothered by his sharp tone.
“You're definitely not my type, and if you aren't, you can't be any girl's” She added
“Who do you think you are? Beyonce?” He asked clearly amused at her audacity
Suddenly an idea rushed into his mind. It sounded absurd but it was his best shot yet.
She wasn't his type either. She seemed too crazy for him
And that made her more safe for his plan.
“What if I tell you I can make all your rent problems go away” He asked and she eyed him suspiciously
“How?” She was bewildered. One minute he can't stand her, the next he is offering to make her problems disappear. Who was this guy?
“Look,” His voice dropping to a low tone “I can take care of your money issues, but you have to marry me first” He said
“I'm not here to flirt or play nice, I need a wife. Temporary. One year, no strings attached. In exchange, you'll get a billion dollars” He said with a stern expression
Olivia blinked, unsure if she'd misheard. Then she burst out laughing hard.
“Is this your idea of a pickup line? You seriously need a better one” She managed between breaths
Giovanni didn't laugh. Didn't flinch. He simply slid a business card onto the counter in front of her
Olivia stared at the card. Then at him.
“Wait, you're serious?”
“Deadly”
She looked at him up and down and tried to figure out if this was a prank. But the intensity in his eyes, the tightness in his jaw. Everything about him screamed control and somehow she felt herself drawn to it.
Olivia leaned back folding her arms trying to make sense of his just spoken words.
“You don't even know me, and you're offering me a billion dollars to pretend to be your wife? What are you? A prince trying to overthrow an evil uncle or something?” She inquired, puzzled by his request
“Something like that” He said curtly
“Are you in or not?”
She tilted her head, studying him. “And you think I'll be a good fit for this charade?”
“No,” He said flatly. “I don't like you. You're not my type. But that's the point”
She blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness “Excuse me?”
“You're not someone I could ever fall for. That makes you safe” Giovanni explained further, pointing out the main factor to her.
He started to back away from her, making for the door
“And if I say no?” She asked her tone playful but challenging
“You won't” He said, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips “Because no one says no to a billion dollars”
And with that he walked out of the room
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