Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
ANN
Weakness, that's what I felt.
I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a different place.
"Where am I?" I asked, lifting myself carefully.
It's clear that I'm in a room. But this room is luxurious.
The bed I'm lying on is even larger than me. Four beds can make a whole of this heavy duty.
I gently got out of bed, placing my feet to the freezing tiles. I tried to find my shoes, but it's nowhere near me.
With no choice, I carefully walked towards the king sized door, trying to open it, but it's locked.
"How did I get here?" I asked no one in particular, looking around.
That's when I recapped the event that occurred between Kyle and that man in suit.
The man in suit! He's the same man from the bar. The stranger I slept with unknowingly.
"Is he the one that owns this place?" I lifted my eyes, scanning the beautiful interior of the room.
Just when I was about nearing the window to see exactly where I was, a door in the room came open.
I turned to look and was shocked.
It's him again. The same stranger from the bar.
He stood at the door, which actually led to the bathroom, with his waist wrapped with a towel and his chest just bare.
My cheeks came swollen red on seeing this, that I had to take my eyes away.
"I'm sorry," I apologized to him.
He said nothing to me.
I heard his footsteps walking pass me from behind. My heart kept racing and tempting me to look at him, but it won't be appropriate.
He's probably changing.
"Why did you leave?"
"Huh? " I turned around to find him still in his towel.
"Why did you leave the bar? " He asked, referring to our encounter.
"I... My..." I stammered, not knowing how to answer him.
His wet chest kept drawing my attention to his body. My mind Perambulating on whether I should keep staring or just turn away.
I can't help it. He's just so handsome.
"You left without taking your money for the entertainment," He said, moving closer to the drawer, taking out a wad of notes.
My eyes grew large on seeing the money, but I came to reality by repeating his statement in my head.
"Entertainment? You think I'm a hooker?" My eyes grew large.
I see him lift his brow at me.
"Aren't you one of them?"
"No! I'm not a hooker. I just happen to be at the bar, going all crazy," I answered, feeling embarrassed.
But it seems Mr Charming isn't buying my words. He scoffed at me, tossing the cash on the bed.
"Look, what happened was a mistake. I don't know how we ended up sleeping together. It wasn't meant to be," I explained myself to him.
But again, he showed no interest. Instead, he asked for my name.
"Ann, " I said, feeling uncomfortable with the way things are going.
"Jay Verman," He introduced.
When I heard his name, I gasped in astonishment.
Jay Verman, the youngest billionaire in the world, running both his company and his father's empire.
I slept with him?
I've been hearing about him on the news but hardly recognized him in person.
What kind of fate is this?
"Why was Kyle after you? " He asked.
"You know Kyle?" I stared in surprise.
"He's a drug Lord, wanted by the cops for numerous crimes. I want to know why he was after you. Do you work for him?"
"No, I don't."
"Then why was he chasing you? Did you perhaps offer him something..." Jay questioned, drawing nearer to me with his eyes scanning my body.
I understood what he meant by that, and I didn't like it.
"It's nothing like that. I told you I'm not a hooker."
"Then why running away from him?"
Seeing him approaching me, I carefully stepped back, sharing my problems with Jay.
"My family sold me to Kyle and I ran away to save myself," I shared, thinking of my family and all the mean things they have been doing to me.
"All I ever wanted was a chance to work and save enough money to become a model but my family didn't hesitate to ruin those dreams, asking if I wanted to leave all the work for them. But the moment Kyle paid them a lot of money to have me, they accepted. Is it too hard to ask for a wish? " I asked, feeling tears welling in my eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder if we're even related," I cried, feeling hurt.
I felt my face being cupped by Jay, as he lifted my face to his point, wiping my tears with his thumbs.
His blue eyes staring into mine, gazing in silence.
I felt... Calm.
"Is that what you want? You wish to be a model?" He asked.
"Yes," I answered, feeling some kind of trust building between Jay and I.
"Very well then. I'm going to grant you your wish, but on one condition," He said.
What could he possibly want from me?
"You'll have to be my girlfriend for a whole year, in front of my family."
"What?" I stared in shock.
Be Jay Verman's girlfriend for a year?
What is this?
"My family thinks I don't have what it takes to love someone so, my father wanted me to present my girlfriend and he would give me his empires but I don't want them giving me someone I don't fancy. I want to be on my own, "he said.
"But if you can pose as my girlfriend for a year, I promise to make you rich, I will make you a famous model in the whole world. You'll have your own bodyguards protecting you. But all these will be possible, if you agree to my wish. What do you say, Ann?" He asked, caressing my face with his fingers.
A whole year as his girlfriend, with riches in my hold?
He has promised to make me a model, keep bodyguards around me always, and take care of me. But is being his girlfriend the best way?
"You don't have to rush it. There's plenty of time to think about it. When you're ready, just come to me, " He said.
He drew his face closer, brushing his lips against mine with a kiss.
I felt my heart racing on feeling his lips.
His lips drew from mine, but his eyes didn't leave me. The tip of his finger brushes my lips, as he said, "I like you, and I'll really want us to work together. I hope you'll accept."
He smirked.
I stood frozen, not knowing what to say.
What should I do?
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