He Paid 1.5M, I Became His Girlfriend

Chapter 2

I followed the guy with quick steps, totally scratching my head over how to stop him from dragging me to the dealership.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He walked away to take it, and when he came back, he said, "An urgent matter had just popped up at the company. I need to head back first, so we'll pick up the car another day. Don't worry, I'm not backing out."

I nodded obediently.

Honestly, skipping the car was even better. I get to keep the 1.5 million dollars and let it sit in a high-yield savings account, which sounded way more appealing anyway.

"What about you? Where are you headed?" he asked.

"I'm going back to work too." I pointed to the badge on my chest.

I had noticed earlier that we actually worked at the same company, in the same sales department, just on different floors. I was a brand-new sales clerk, and he was a sales assistant, which is why we hadn't crossed paths yet.

"Alright, let's get to work then. By the way, about what just happened, I wasn't joking. I'm paying you 1.5 million to be my girlfriend for three months. No issues with that, right?"

"None at all!" I shook my head decisively.

For 500,000 dollars a month, I wouldn't just be his girlfriend. I'd even play his mom if he wanted.

"Add me on WhatsApp." This time, he pulled up his QR code.

I scanned it right away. Once the friend request went through, he took off.

Meanwhile, I spun around and rushed straight to the nearest bank, ready to audit my new funds. Adults only trust the money they can actually see in their accounts.

But as I watched the ATM swallow the card, it hit me: he hadn't given me the password!

I opened w******p, dug up his chat window, and after a moment of intense hesitation, I threw my pride out the window.

Evelyn: Babe~~~ Are you busy?!

As long as my tone is flattering enough, my acting skills are flawless. I even made the punctuation marks look cute.

Brent: Get to the point.

He must have been typing on the down-low because his reply was short and sweet.

Evelyn: Um, I kind of need your bank card password~~~

Brent: 699479.

He was totally straightforward, tossing the numbers right over.

I was so hyped I almost instinctively text-shouted, 'Love you, muwah!' But after a second thought, I deleted it and subtly replied with a simple OK emoji.

Tsk. Look at me, switching effortlessly between a cute girl and a mature woman. Talk about premium customer service.

After checking the balance, the card held exactly 1.3 million dollars. The ATMs have a daily withdrawal limit of 50,000 dollars, so in less than a month, all of this would be completely mine.

Hehe. I happily floated back to work, no longer giving a single crap about being late or losing my perfect attendance bonus. I'm a little rich girl with 1.5 million dollars in my pockets now. What is a measly attendance allowance to me?

When it was finally time to clock out, I was getting ready to rush back to my shared apartment.

Just as I stepped out of the department, a random number called my phone.

"Who's this?" I muttered.

Usually, the only people who ever call me are delivery drivers or scammers.

"Your boyfriend," a lazy voice drawled on the other end.

"Bullshit! I'm single and unmarried. Where would I get a—"

The words died in my throat as I suddenly remembered my wealthy fake boyfriend.

I instantly flipped the switch, softening my voice to a sweet purr. "I mean, I keep myself pure and loyal only to my boyfriend! Babe, so this is your number? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Do you miss me?"

I flashed an over-the-top, flattering smile.

A few colleagues passing by couldn't help but give me weird looks, but I walked right past them without a care in the world.

"Babe, do you need something?" I asked, taking the initiative.

"Just getting ready to leave the office, and I suddenly realized I don't know what we're doing for dinner tonight."

"Oh, that's easy! I'll cook for you!"

"You know how to cook?" He sounded genuinely surprised.

To be completely honest, I was pretty surprised at my own mouth too.

"No, but I can learn right now!"

The line went dead silent for a solid thirty seconds. Just when I thought the call dropped, he spoke up again.

"Forget it. I'm afraid you'll blow up my kitchen. Just come up to the sales department entrance to meet me after work, and we'll go grab dinner."

"Sounds good, I'm almost there!"

Where else can you find a gig that offers a massive salary and free meals?

After hanging up, I jogged up two flights of stairs to the sales office on the 22nd floor.

Stepping out of the stairwell, I saw the department was packed with people leaving for the day.

I stood on my tiptoes, scanning the crowd for my lucrative boyfriend.

Even though his back was turned to me, I was absolutely certain it was him.

Plastering on a confident smile, I jogged over, stood on my tiptoes behind him, and tapped his shoulder while pretending to be shy.

"Babe, I'm here to pick you up for dinner!"

The guy stiffened for a second, then turned around.

The very next second, my smile shattered.

While this guy was also really handsome, he definitely wasn't my sugar daddy.

"Whoa, Ian, you already have a girlfriend? Not bad, man, she's a total beauty."

I had totally mistaken him for someone else.

Blushing hard, I awkwardly stepped back, trying to plot a quick escape.

Suddenly, a voice behind me made me want to cry with sheer relief.

"Shorty, it's only been a few hours since we last met, and you don't even recognize your own boyfriend?"