Chapter Two

Karen's POV

He smoothed his silk tie against his crisply ironed shirt. "You'll surely get married, you should probably explore before getting married." He suggested.

I chuckled. Folding my hands in front of me, I stared at his handsome face wondering why he got married without inviting me to his wedding. "I'm certainly angry with you." I muttered.

He frowned, his expression troubled. "Why?" He asked me.

"Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?" I demanded, aghast.

He laughed. "I knew you had a crush on me, it won't be the best time to invite you to my wedding." 

"Your wife's lucky, I wish I was the one who got married to you." The words pooped out of my mouth before I could control myself.

He looked at me and sighed. "You caused everything." He reminded me. He was totally right, I lied to him that I didn't love him when he asked me two years ago. I didn't know what to tell him, I wanted to tell him the truth but I later figured out that he had plans to marry another lady.

We exchanged uneasy glances. He stood up and walked towards the door, he stepped outside to make sure no one could hear our conversation before shutting the door behind him. He went back to his seat and looked at me.

"What brought you back to me?" He asked dryly.

"I need money." 

He chuckled. "Your love for money is out of this world." 

He knew what I wanted. He knew my preference and I giggled excitedly. "Of course, money is exactly what I love." 

He looked surprised but pleased. "Well, there's a huge contract now," He said and paused. He folded his arms in front of him. I felt restless, I wanted to know of the contract. "A rich billionaire's family is coming to town and he needs someone who will pretend to be his girlfriend for the meantime." He added and I frowned.

"For how much?" I asked.

"I haven't asked him for the price yet but considering the fact that he's a billionaire, it should be a great deal and it would be good if you can pretend to be his girlfriend." He answered reluctantly. 

Maybe he was jealous? I thought. 

Standing up, I walked over to the windows, I looked at the streets before walking towards my chair.

"So what's his name?" I asked.

"Maybe Brody, I don't know his other name, he just told me Brody for security reasons." He answered seriously.

"So he wants to hire a woman?" 

He chuckled. "If you put it that way." 

I studied Bill's face, noting the ray of sun across his nose and cheeks and his wonderful smile which always seemed to melt me. "I'm not interested." I replied.

"Can I know your reason?" He asked, obviously confused. Looking at him, his face seemed to glow in my eyes, I avoided his gaze almost immediately.

"Maybe I'm scared." I answered.

I looked at his face, his brow furrowed. "You're confusing me, scared of what?" 

"I don't want to lose you."

"I'm married." He reminded me. 

Must he always remind me that he was married, I wanted to just forget about him but I loved him. 

He chuckled. "It's not funny." I replied trying to stop myself from making a sharp comment.

"Have you had breakfast?" He asked, changing the subject.

"No, I haven't." I answered truthfully.

"You should probably eat now, I'm on my way to a restaurant." He said and I frowned.

"Your wife didn't cook for you?" 

He paused and looked at me, he tried to lie or probably not, he couldn't lie to me. "She didn't, we're actually having a disagreement now and she swore not to prepare my meals for the meantime." He said and my expression changed into a sad face.

"She won't do that, would she?" I ventured cautiously standing up. "How about I become your maid for the main time and cook for you?" I asked and his eyes widened. It was definitely a stupid idea.

He didn't answer, he stood up and picked a book on the floor, he pulled his drawer, picked up some money and closed it back.

"I love you, I can't help myself." I told him and he ignored me, he ushered me out of his office and walked out too. I paused and gazed at him hopefully.

"So there's a new restaurant in town, we should probably go there." He said, changing the subject completely after slamming the door behind him.

We walked to the main building, he walked over to his secretary and talked with her for a minute before heading towards the door, I followed him outside the door.

He got into his car and I also opened the car's door and entered. "Your car is nice, it's actually the first time you're giving me a ride and I'm excited." I said.

There was a particular aspect of me that I loved, it was because I was very outspoken. 

He chuckled. He massaged the muscles at the back of his neck before starting the car's engine. He zoomed off before I could even put on a seat belt.

It looked like he was going to be silent for long as he drove on the quiet streets of Dallas.

I drew a shaky breath. "So do you actually think I should take up the offer?" I asked breaking the silence, an angelic expression on my face.

"It totally depends on you." He answered. 

"I'm confused." 

"Don't take the contract if you're confused." He replied and let out a broad smile as he parked his car in front of a building.

"Is this the restaurant?" I asked, looking at the beautiful building in front of me.

I came down from the car and he also did the same thing, I smiled at him as he held my hands and we walked into the restaurant.

We occupied a seat at the back and he called the waiter. "What will you like to have, ma'am?" The waiter asked.

I looked around the restaurant before answering him. "I'll love to eat Pork tenderloin sandwich," I answered and James looked at me. "What?" I asked with a smile. 

"I'm shocked, I haven't eaten it before." He answered.

"You should try it sir, it's one of our customer's favourite dishes." The waiter added and I grinned.

"Fine, I'll also eat whatever she's eating." He said and the waiter left.

I laughed at his remark. "It's not whatever, it's actually an Indiana dish, I love it so much." 

"So how is it prepared?" He asked.

I shot him an excited look, I was excited he asked. "So, it features a hammered-thin piece of pork tenderloin that's dipped in flour, egg, breadcrumbs and then you deep fry it." I answered and he smiled at me.

"I actually wish my wife could be like you for a second but she's nothing like you." He replied.

I blushed.