Made for you: The Billionaire's Heart

Chapter 2

(The deal)

(Vance's POV)

I let go of her, her eyes still held mine as I watched her. "Miss, are you okay" I asked again.

"Am okay" she finally said, wiping off her tears with the back of her hand, "Thanks for your help, I appreciate it but you shouldn't have gotten involved, I would have handled the situation"

Well, that was unusual, was this the Thank you, you are my hero kind of gesture get from risking my reputation to help her?

"Seems like you were dealing with some sort of issues back then, how are you acquainted with Mr. Drone" I asked

She said nothing, just staring at me. "Just because you help me doesn't mean you have the right to know anything about me, i would suggest you mind your business and act like nothing happened" she added

I guess she won't tell, she picked up her handbag and was about to leave. But I caught hold of her hand.

"Not so fast, Darling" I stopped her

"What the hell do you think you are doing" she yelled, her eyes held fear yet she held firm to her ground.

"How about I buy you a drink, then we can talk about, how you are going to repay me" I quickly chipped in

"Am supposed to pay you, Just for helping me. Are you rich people sick or what" she questioned stunned by my sudden requestion

I had my reason for jumping into the fire to save her, and I can't let her go just like that without getting something in return, I need her, whether she wants it or not, I desperately need her.

She is desperate to save her business, then so be it, anything she wants I was ready to give it to her, all I need from her is her time.

"An eye for an eye" I manage to say smiling. "Should I lead the way or do you have a bar in mind, mind you I don't just drink at any cheap bar, so pick wisely"

She said nothing, I could see the disgust on her face, well when you are rich and have to deal with low-class people, you get to see these expressions a lot.

I don't need her to like me, I just need her to say yes to my deal and we can all go our separate ways and be happy.

(Ava's Pov)

After an hour of searching for a good bar that I can afford, this heartless bastard orders the most expensive whiskey on the shelf.

I should have known he was trouble, when he came to my rescue, am on the verge of going broke and my tab here says.

"$5000" I yelled.

My eyes darted back from the drink he had in his hand and back to the bartender.

"Why is it that expensive," I asked curiously, looking at the cheque in my hand. "Can I pay in installment" I quickly added.

"Sorry we don't do that" The bartender chipped in

"You don't do that and you gave him that drink, where are you planning on paying? I specifically asked for the cheapest drink here, all I did was leave you both for a minute and you already served him my rent" I roared

He laughed at my outburst, I could see he found this amusing, and I glared at him.

"Sorry, it's just funny, the way you get angry," he said smiling at me as he took a sip of the alcohol. "House rent" he murmured as he laughed again.

I rolled my eyes, contemplating how to pay, the only money I had saved up was for shop maintenance. Well I could as well forget about the shop, all effort was in vain anyway.

I handed the bartender my card, and with each swipe my heart ached, staring at my phone, I almost cried, $5000 debited. Angrily I took the card from the bartender and poured myself a glass.

"Is it not too expensive for you" He teased

"Don't" I snapped, taking a full gulp as I poured myself another glass, I might as well finish the whole bottle since I paid a stupid amount for it.

His blue eyes fixated on me, as he watched me gulped the two glasses of whiskey I had poured.

Pulling the bottle aside and out of my reach he spoke. "I need you sober enough for what I have to say"

"Am not lightweight, you know" I responded back

"Congratulations on that," He said

Today was shitty enough, so there was no reason for me to get angry but try and look for a solution.

"What business do you have with Mr. Drone" he questioned, his eyes fixaxed on his glass of whiskey as he twirled it playfully.

"He owns the building I rented my shop, and now he wants to sell it off, just for no reason" I explained

"That's his property anyway, he has the right to do whatever he wants," He said

I stared at him, lost for words, Are all rich people the same, how could he say that to my face? "Even if it means stepping on poor defenseless people" I asked

He turned and held my burning gaze, he wasn't only a fine face but a proud jerk too. "You make it sound as if, he needed your opinion to decide what to do with his business"

"If you are going to sit here and say rubbish then I guess we both have nothing to discuss" I picked up my bag, got off my seat, and was about to walk away when he held my hand.

"5 million dollars," He said, still holding my hand. I stared at him, what was he talking about. "5 Million dollars if you accept my deal"

Deal? What deal was he talking about, is he losing it or was it the alcohol he was drinking? "Or you can walk away and pretend this conversation never happened" he added

I pulled his hand away and walked towards the door, but I halted. 5 million dollar deal. Was I that desperate? Who knows he might be trying to trick me.

Do I look stupid to him? But he does look sincere, he looks like he meant it. I bit my lower lips contemplating, I turned back, taking a seat.

He smirk. "Welcome back," he said, raising his glass for a toast, I rolled my eyes annoyed.

"What do you mean by Deal, hope you were not joking with me" I questioned

"Did it look like I was joking?" he asked

"Can I trust you?" I asked

"I should be asking you the same question love, can I trust you, am the one offering the million dollar deal here" he retorted back

I folded my hand in protest. "Well you might be, who knows what crazy deal you are about to ask, you know you rich people have a knack for asking for the strangest of things"

"What with the sudden hatred for rich people" he asked curious.

I don't hate rich people, I hate the fact that they think they are better than others or the fact that they think their money can control and get them what they want without consequence.

"I don't hate them, I hate their mindset, one of them just left me penniless" I managed to say

"I will buy you your shop back, and pay you the sum of 5 millionaire dollars if you come to terms with my agreement, at least am being fair here" he laid out

I sat there numb for words, was he toying with me, "you will buy my shop back," I asked curious. Was he that rich, he does look like he comes from a wealthy background but it was expected, all for what, what was this deal that he was ready to go this far?

"Are you surprised love, I can do more" he added, flaunting his wealth in my face.

"What is this deal you keep talking about" I asked curious

He sat upright, leaning back as he stared at me, his eyes never leaving my face. "It's simple love, I need a girlfriend"

He needed a what? Is he joking right now, he is very handsome, any girl would die to date him or be in bed with him. So much for getting my hopes up.

"I don't get you, you need a girlfriend," I asked again, hoping I heard his request right. "Are you having woman trouble or is down there not working fine" I questioned

He laughed. His laughter filled the whole bar as all eyes stared at us.

"Love I can't get any woman I want and trust me, it works very fine. We could try it out if you don't mind" he leaned whispering. His blue eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"Then why do you need a girlfriend, when you can get any lady you want, why me?" I wanted to know.

"You are desperate, and when you are desperate you are forced to do anything to ensure you get anything" he informed me

As much as that hurt, he was right, I was desperate and I was ready to do anything to ensure I was not penniless.

"All I want from you, is your time for 3 months after 3 months you are free to go your way and pretend like we never met," he told me

"3 months to be your girlfriend," I asked

"3 months to be my Fake girlfriend and I will reward you handsomely, do we have a deal"

He asked, his gaze cold as he held my gaze. "Do we have a deal, Miss"

Getting my shop back and 5 million dollars just to pretend to be his fake girlfriend for 3 months. Ava this is not the time for pride, like he said I was desperate and I would do anything to survive.

"Yes, we have a deal"……