The Proposal

Melissa

"I want to speak to Logan Fitzgerald." I said as I stepped up to the front desk.

The dark haired secretary took her time, running a mocking gaze over me, from my dirty, wrinkled dress to my cheap shoes, messy hair and ruined make up. I knew I looked crazy, but I didn't care. I was a desperate, heartbroken woman, and I had to make desperate moves.

I was homeless, cashless and hopeless. I had no friends because Dean had convinced me that I didn't need them when we got married, and I had a feeling my parents wouldn't be willing to help. I didn't understand why they hated me so much, no matter how much I tried. They showered Ellen with love while treating me like I was a virus.

Being with Dean finally made me feel loved for the first time in my life, but it turned out that it was all a beautiful illusion.

"Do you have an appointment?" She sneered.

"Can you just tell him that Mrs. Garrett wants to see him?" Even calling myself that name made me feel like retching.

"I see that you want to get me fired," the reception spat, hatred blazing from her eyes. "You netter get out of here before I call security to toss you out."

Frustration and helplessness rolled through me. I felt tears began to pour out of my fresh anew, and I turned to walk away and immediately bumped into a hard wall of muscle. Startled, I lost my footing and began to fall. But just then a large hand settled around my waist and pulled me upright.

I opened my eyes and stared into the most striking blue eyes I'd ever seen in my life. My breath immediately caught in my throat as the electric eyes flickered over me, and a second later, recognition set in them.

"If it isn't Dean Garrett's little whore of a wife," his mouth pulled into a humorless smile.

Cold washed through me immediately, replacing the heat from being so close to him. I flinched away from his hold at his crass words, even though they were true. I had never personally met Mr. Fitzpatrick, but I had heard my hus- I mean, Ex husband- talk about him severally.

From how Dean had spoken about him with unconcealed disgust and hatred, I'd expected him to be another fat, hideous man not the adonis that stood before me. The rivalry between the two men was legendary, and it was going to aid me in my revenge.

"What brings you about?" He made a show of glancing around, adjusting the jacket of his black, three piece suit, "Will Dean be joining us or shall I begin without him?"

I flinched, heat rising up my face. It was clear that he knew the truth. "how do you know about that?"

He raised a mocking brow, eyes flashing, "It would be quite foolish of me to not keep tabs on Dean, don't you think?"

When I didn't respond he continued, "Why are you here, Mrs. Garrett?"

I swallowed the boulder that was in my throat, "My name is Melissa Steele, not Garrett."

He looked unaffected by my announcement, "That's not what I asked you. I'm a busy man. You have fifteen seconds."

"I'm so sorry, sir," the receptionist stammered behind me, "I'll call security."

"Shut up," he said coldly, not sparing her a glance, "Your fifteen seconds has started. One..."

"My husband- I mean Dean- has been cheating on me with my sister, and he tossed me away because he can't be with a whore," I spat, "I never wanted any of this and I thought I was saving the man I loved."

"Ten... Eleven_"

"I want to help you destroy him." I rushed to say, "I don't care what it takes. I know him better than anyone, I can predict his moves and I know all his anonymous investors and business secrets. With me in your camp, Dean would no longer be a threat to you."

He cocked his head, "Dean has never been a threat to me. Your time is up. Leave before security embarrasses you further."

I watched in dismay as he turned on his heels to walk away, "I'll let you do anything you want to me. I'll offer you my body willingly. I know something about Dean that no one else knows."

He had sworn me to secrecy years ago, but I had nothing left to lose. I didn't care if he released the sex tapes, we'd go down together.

Logan turned and approached me, closer and closer till I was pressed up against the wall, holding my breath and he was barely a hairsbreadth from me. The tantalizing scent of his cologne filled my nose and I tried not to sniff at him like an animal.

"One thing you should know about me, Steele, is that I'm not lacking for women in my bed," he began in an icy voice, "I don't need you to offer your pussy to me as a consolation prize. If you have something against Dean, why not take it to the media?"

"They'd never believe me. I'm a woman. They'll only see me as an envious ex wife." I said bitterly. "I have nothing to offer you except my body, Mr. Fitzpatrick. I don't care anymore, I just want Dean to rot in hell like he deserves."

His eyes flashed with something I couldn't name, and then he stepped away and glanced over his shoulder at the wide eyed secretary, "Call my lawyer, tell him if he's not here in ten minutes, he's fired."

"Y-yes sir," the lady rushed off.

"As for you, Steele," his cold eyes pinned me in place, "You're going to help me destroy Dean Garrett, but you're not going to do it as my whore."

"Excuse me?" I blinked.

And then he dropped a bombshell, "You're going to do it as my wife."

My eyes went saucer wide.

What the fuck!