Chapter 4 On One Condition
953 Words
Last night, after getting home, I was drowning in misery, mindlessly scrolling through videos online. And as fate would have it, I stumbled upon a clip of the man who had slept with me that night.
Only then did I realize who he truly was.
No wonder Marcus had been so eager to sell me to him.
For someone like Marcus, even the smallest connection with that man would be a godsend.
He must've gained quite a bit from that transaction.
But let's be honest—I was the one who did all the work.
And judging by how things went down, I was very confident that the man who had spent the night with me was much more satisfied with me than he had ever been with Marcus' deal.
I didn't hesitate. I dialed the number I had seen online.
Henry Harington.
CEO of one of the most influential tech corporations in the country.
His business empire spanned across multiple states, and Edenvale State was just a small fraction of his reach.
The number I had called was one of the two listed on the company's official website.
I wasn't sure if it would connect—hell, I wasn't even sure if this was really his number.
But if it didn't work? I was prepared to march straight to his company and wait for him.
Fortunately, I didn't have to.
The moment the call connected, his deep, sultry voice came through the line, eerily similar to that night. "Hello."
My heart skipped a beat.
A sudden warmth spread through my body, like some kind of involuntary chemical reaction.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak.
"Hello, I—I know this is probably a reckless call. But sir, we... spent the night together two days ago, and I need to see you. I have something important to discuss."
"Two nights ago?" He sounded amused, skeptical even. Did he not believe me?
Anxious, I quickly added, "Yes. At Heaven's Gate, in the lounge. You remember, don't you? I need your help. Please."
"Oh..." He paused, as if something clicked. "That might've been my brother—" He stopped mid-sentence, seemingly deciding it wasn't necessary to explain. Then, shifting his tone, he said, "Alright. That was me. I'll send you an address. Meet me there. Let's sort this out quickly."
I exhaled in relief.
Just as I hung up, a news notification popped up on my phone.
"The Harington family's twin heirs are now ranked as the wealthiest figures in the country. Henry Harington makes a stunning appearance at the grand opening of Harington Holdings' Inferno State branch, causing a public frenzy."
I didn't even bother reading the rest.
Instead, I clicked on the address he sent me and rushed out.
The place was clearly a temporary meeting spot.
It was obvious—he didn't trust me yet.
The man in front of me was nothing like the one from that night—the one who had been so full of passion and intensity.
Dressed in a crisp suit and white dress shirt, he looked polished and sharp.
His physique was just as impressive, though he seemed leaner than before.
Was he sick?
I forced myself to focus. I took out my phone—the one Marcus had smashed—and placed it on the table between us.
"I need your help to take care of two people."
He raised a brow, his piercing blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, well. And what makes you think I'd help you? Just because of that night?"
I had expected this.
But I was just a high school girl—I had no other options.
I would use whatever leverage I had.
"That night, only you and I know what happened," I said, keeping my voice steady. "But your business with Marcus? I highly doubt it was purely a favor. I've been with Marcus for years—I know his family's financials inside and out. And if you don't want me reporting both of you to the IRS, I suggest you consider helping me."
The moment I finished speaking, his expression darkened.
"Are you threatening me?"
His voice turned ice-cold.
I didn't want to make another enemy. So I softened my tone, giving him a small, disarming smile. "Let's not see it that way. We had a great night together, didn't we? I'm just asking for a little help from the only person I can turn to."
That seemed to amuse him. His posture relaxed slightly as he stepped closer, tilting my chin up with a firm grip.
His eyes—those piercing, unreadable blue eyes—locked onto mine. My skin tingled where he touched me, and to my horror, my body betrayed me, growing warm under his gaze. My cheeks flushed.
I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip.
"Little temptress..." he murmured, his voice like silk against my skin. "That's exactly what you are. No wonder you had 'me' wrapped around your finger that night."
His hand slid down, lightly brushing against mine. A shiver ran through me.
I felt a flicker of panic.
If he refused to help me, I had no backup plan. Marcus' family had power, Lena had the entire school on her side, and I had nothing.
Going back would only mean walking straight into my own humiliation.
Without him, I was doomed.
Just when I thought I was out of options, his voice cut through the silence like a lifeline.
"Fine. I'll help you. But on one condition."
His thumb brushed my cheek, his gaze darkening with something unreadable—like he was admiring something he desperately wanted to claim.
"I want to relive that night."
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