Let's do it.
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Betty.
After securing the door behind me, I paused, taking in the beauty of the room. I couldn’t help but turn in a slow circle, admiring the beautiful tastefully decorated room.
I stopped by the window, looking out at the beautiful view, and my thoughts drifted to Harrison. A small smile tugged at my lips.
I still couldn’t believe he had asked me to come on this holiday vacation with him. To think that I am just an ordinary cleaner in his multimillion-dollar company.
Someone he had likely walked past dozens of times without sparing a glance.
The thought of his kindness made my heart flutter, but I quickly shook my head, trying to rein in the foolish emotions bubbling inside me.
“Don’t do this to yourself, Betty,”
I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t afford to let my imagination run wild. We were from two entirely different worlds.
He was rich and powerful, someone who probably had women throwing themselves at him every day.
And I? I was a nobody. An orphan who had clawed my way through life only to end up scrubbing floors for a living.
I forced myself to focus on unpacking. As I opened my suitcase, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. Picking it up, I saw a message from Mr.Harrison.
“Get ready. I am taking you for a dinner date at eight.”
My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. Dinner date? With him? I frowned slightly, wondering what his game was. Why was he being so nice to me? Was this some sort of elaborate prank?
When eight o’clock rolled around, I was ready but nervous.since he didn't tell me where he was taking me to, I had chosen a simple but elegant black dress that I had earlier picked from the shopping.
The dress hugged my curves in just the right way, except it also showed a few of my tummy rolls, though not so much to make me uncomfortable. I felt beautiful for the first time in years, but the flutter of nerves in my stomach made it hard to enjoy the moment.
Taking a deep breath, I smoothed my hands over the fabric just as there was a knock at the door.
Opening it, I found Mr.Harrison standing there, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. His piercing blue eyes roamed over me, and a small smile curled at the corners of his lips.
“You look beautiful, Betty,” he said warmly.
I felt my cheeks heat up, and I murmured a soft thank you, not trusting myself to say more than that.
He led me to the rooftop, and when I saw the setup, my breath caught in my throat.
It was beautiful, romantic, of I most confess, and it was obvious that he had taken his time to plan the evening.
But why?
The candles flickered in the gentle breeze, and the view of the city lights stretching out before us was mesmerizing.
I have never been asked out on a date and been with a billionaire for my first time made me nervous.
We took our seats, and the food was served promptly. The meal was exquisite, but I barely tasted it. I was too aware of Mr. Harrison’s eyes on me.
His steady gaze making me squirm in my chair. What was he thinking? Why was he staring at me like that?
When the plates were cleared, he poured us each a glass of wine. He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a moment before speaking.
“Do you want to know why I brought you here?” he asked.
I paused, my glass hovering mid-air. Slowly, I placed it down and shook my head. “No,” I replied softly, curiosity gnawing at me.
He set his glass down and leaned forward, his expression calm but serious.
“I’ll just go straight to the point. Betty Thompson, you are incredibly beautiful, and I’ve taken a liking to you. I was hoping you’d agree to be my girl for this two-week holiday.”
I blinked, stunned. The words replayed in my mind, and I struggled to make sense of them.
“I don’t understand,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Harrison tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re a smart woman, Betty, and I’m not one to beat around the bush. I want you—your time, your company, your body, and your soul—all mine for these two weeks.”
My heart raced, his blunt words sending a jolt of confusion and something else—excitement?—through me.
“So,you are asking me to be your… your w***e for the next two weeks?” I asked, my tone both incredulous and challenging.
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t call it that. Whores don’t get paid what I’m offering. And I could double it if that’s what it takes.”
I felt my cheeks flush. I wasn’t sure if it was from anger, embarrassment, or something else entirely.
So, he did have a catch, I guess nothing goes for nothing.
“I don’t know, Mr. Harrison,” I said hesitantly, struggling to process the proposition.
He leaned closer, his gaze locking with mine. “No one has to know. You can consider it a wild Christmas adventure with your boss.”
I bit my lip, unsure of what to say.
“No feelings?” I asked tentatively.
“None whatsoever,” he replied firmly. “You obey my every command, and we both have fun.”
“And what happens after these two weeks?” I asked, my voice steadier now.
He shrugged lightly. “We go back to our normal lives. I’ll go back to being your boss, and you’ll go back to being my employee. Additionally, I’ll make a significant donation to Frail Orphanage—that’s where you grew up, isn’t it?”
My eyes widened in shock. “How do you know about the orphanage I grew up in?”
He smirked slightly, his tone smooth and confident. “There are many things I know about you, Betty.” He took a sip of his wine before setting the glass down. “So, deal or deal?”
I stared at him, my mind racing. The immorality of the offer was undeniable, but there was an equally undeniable thrill to it.
This was an opportunity to step into a world so far removed from my own, to experience what it was like to be desired and cared for, even if only for two weeks. And the donation to my orphanage—how could I say no to that?
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I made my decision.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” I said, my voice firm but tinged with uncertainty.
Harrison’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he raised his glass. “To a memorable Christmas,” he said, his eyes gleaming with promise.
I raised my glass and clinked it softly against his.
My heart fluttered again, but this time, it was accompanied by an unsettling sense of anticipation.
Whatever happens in these two weeks, one thing was certain—it would be a Christmas to remember.
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