The Billionaire I Want

Chapter 2:The contract

Liam

Her legs…damn…she’s beautiful. Her scent is heavenly. The girl sitting next to me is attractive. She is charming in a very classic type of way. No fake lashes, fake nails, fake hair, fake lips, fake everything…she is nothing like the girls I have seen and been with. She's real…..authentic.her puffy eyes….her ponytail….her cheekbones. She might very well be the most beautiful girl I have seen.

She seems nervous. I bet she is. I kissed her out of nowhere and she's sitting at a table where billionaires are talking business while blowing out their cigars. Her dress is cute and moderate and I’m wondering what she might be doing in the gentlemen’s club. This is no place for a girl to sit and take drinks alone. We have business meetings here often and the strippers are the ones we see at night. With the way they dress, talk, and roll their bodies you would know in an instant. She is nothing like them. The innocent looks she gives me….I’m enthralled. She must be related to Mr Martins then. Or maybe not. I’ll pretend she's nobody till I know who she is.

“I’m so sorry about my fiancée, you all know beautiful women and their habit of hiding from public eyes” I teased and tried to wrap my arms around her. Until now, I was worried I wouldn’t meet her again. I almost initiated a search party. Then, she showed up. Did she run? I was waiting for a reaction but she was so calm.how can one be so calm after that. Her lips….ohhh…her lips ..how soft…how perfect. It was melting into mine. She liked it, didn't she? She didn't push me off. I bet she enjoyed it. I am a pro after all.

“ We have been on a low -we don’t want bloggers making money off of us and most certainly making headlines. My baby is delicate. She is staying out of the public eyes”. Her eyes widen and I smile at her.

“We understand, Mr. Lichfield. It's your news to share”

She looks puzzled, making weird faces. I bet she had no idea she was with a Lichfield. The heir to THE LICHFIELD EMPIRE. I squeezed her hand gently to remind her to stay in character.

I’m surprised she’s going along with it. Is this acting worth 1000 dollars?

It f*****g dawned on me. She might be one of the cheap girls that come around the clubs to look for wealthy men to leach off. I had to make a rash decision and I ended up with her. My clients did this. They pushed me. I wouldn't be in this situation trying to please them. I’m 34 and unmarried. I have worked my ass off for my company. For years, I have sacrificed so much. Do I need to get married to prove my worth?

“No one trusts a man with no responsibility to handle projects”. Why would they say that to me? Have they suddenly forgotten who I am?

I have a mother and a sister. I have responsibilities .dammit.

Why do I have to kiss a strange girl from the club to prove that?

“I have a daughter her age. She’s also reserved and Not much of a social media person. This is a good one, Mr. Lichfield”

Mr. Andrew Barker says Disrupting my thoughts.

“It’s hard to find such girls these days” he added

He seems to be so sure of what he is saying. Mr. Kennedy agrees with him. These gullibles.

I can’t wait for this to be over. I unwrap my arms from her and fake a smile. She smiles back. Does she have dimples too? She’s too natural. I guess this feeling will go back to its nest once I leave this club.

“Thank you gentlemen for having us. We will have a great business relationship. I guarantee that”

“Looking forward to it, Mr.Lichfield”

They sign the paperwork and make a move to leave.”Please make a stop by the office tomorrow gentlemen we need to celebrate”

I say cheerfully winking at her.

“Definitely. We love celebrations. Your office will receive invitations for our newest product launch this week. Please come with your beautiful fiancée. She needs to see the business world. She is here for the contract signing. She needs to explore”

“Will do, Mr.Ken”

Can this day get any worse?

I struggle to adjust my tie staring right at her. She is waving and bidding them goodbye. She must be enjoying this. I don't like clubs. I don't like disco halls. I don't like strippers. A meeting in a gentlemen’s club that turns stripper club at night? Old men must love “Fun” too.

“Yes, that’s done”

“Hey, what’s your name”

She seems unimpressed. Looking right at me.

“What is your name”

“Camilla “she responded

“I am not wasting any more minutes here so let's get right into it.”

“I have a deal for you. A huge one” trying to sound convincing.

“The contract I signed is for 6 months and I need you to pretend to be my wife. We will get married soon and you will be my wife for 6 months. After 6 months you can take your money and disappear. Sounds like a good deal, right?” I smiled at her

She should be convinced. I am paying her money. That's what most women want. She could fix her hair, buy luxury bags, travel the world, or do whatever she wanted.

I am waiting for her to jump on me, maybe steal a kiss but she doesn't move a finger. Let alone move her eyebrow.

“Did you get what I said?”

“Here’s your 1000 dollars, thank you for a job well done”

“That should be enough for your trouble”

Maybe she’s going overboard with the mannequin performance

“Are you not impressed?”

“You can ask for any amount of money you want”

“I can afford it”

“Thank you for the 1000 dollars, Mr. Lichfield. This was a good distraction.” She says and makes a move to leave. Is she putting on an attitude?

“I’ll leave my card, Call me if you want more, “I said pushing for a response. None came forth.

“Cam, you have to be my wife. I need that contract.”

“My business card is on the table”

“Leave your address with my driver, he’ll pick you up tomorrow morning” I assure her

“Today is 1000, it will be a lot tomorrow”

“Give me a call” I stood up to leave. I am tempted to drag her ponytail or touch her lips but I choose to adjust my suit instead.

She better call me or I’ll find her.