Chapter two

“There’s nothing to talk about here. It was printed boldly in the contract you signed that no strings are to be attached. It’s just sex, Phoebe, us having fun,” he spat out as he ran his hand through the short black strands of his now tousled hair. It was evident that he was slowly losing his temper. His cock was erect and the familiar scent of his arousal filled the room, assaulting Phoebe’s nostrils. Or should she say their arousal, as her panties were damp wet and her pussy kept throbbing as if threatening to explode if not given what it demands? But she wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction, not until Trevor saw that it wasn’t about the money or sex anymore. She wanted something more. She loved him. It wasn’t planned but she did now and didn't want to be just the toy he plays with.

“I think I now see what this is all about,” his voice broke her inner monologue as he turned to face her, tsking. “You’ve finally found out whose son I am, isn’t it? And now you want to rob me of some cash. That’s kind of ungrateful, you know, owing to how I’d saved….”

“Stop it, Trevor! It’s not…That’s not true. It’s true I know that you are the heir to the Sanders empire, but I only found out about a week ago. What I feel for you is genuine.”

“Cut the crap, Phoebe,” Trevor scoffed. “Just quit the pretense already. To think that you were any different from the other girls was a huge mistake on my part.” He walked out of the bedroom to the living room, gritting his teeth in anger. Phoebe followed him out like a stray dog, as that was how she felt as she continued trying to make him see things from her perspective.

Turning deaf ears to all her love confessions, he walked in long strides toward the living room where he retrieved a chequebook from his inner suit pockets, and also a pen.

“How much do you need to end this drama of yours?”

Phoebe stared at him in disbelief as he held the pen in place on the paper, waiting for her answer. In the entire twenty-two years of her life, she’s never felt as filthy as she did as his gaze which was void of any affection, bore holes into her skin.

“I don’t need your money, Trevor,” she made to shout but it came out in a whisper. Her eyes began to glisten with tears but she held it in, not wanting him to see her weak side again.

Trevor stared right back at her, his facial features clouded with a disgusted expression.

“Is this some kind of jester show? My money is the reason why you are here, being my sex thing,” he blurted out, making sure to spell the words out for her. “The reason you spread your legs widely on my bed, the reason why you are my little dirty whore, is for the money. I’ve had other girls before you and it always ends this way, but somehow I felt you would be different,” he replied, gravity pulling at the corners of his lips.

Phoebe’s heart began to thump on hearing those words come out of his mouth. It felt terrible hearing him refer to her as his whore, even when that was what she’d chosen for herself. She always hoped he would get to love her one day but that never happened and was, in fact with how rudely he was speaking to her, never going to.

“Since you claim not to want money? Fine,” he said as he threw the items on the couch. “There would be no need to continue with the damn contract. I stated it clearly but you chose to destroy the sweet times we shared,” he stressed out as his eyes fell on Phoebe's petite figure. He was surely going to miss this body. His cock had calmed down a bit in the heat of the argument but he still was in the mood. That was the impact Phoebe had on him. Ever since their first sex, he vowed never to let go of her. In as much as he wanted to stick to the vow, her confessing love for him posed a threat to his image and the Sanders empire. What would his father say if he was to find out that he's been having an affair with Phoebe, a girl with no social background? News like that spread fast and was the reason he despised his life at times. He's always been a smart one though, and knew how to keep certain actions, like his sexual affairs for instance, away from the prying eyes of hidden cameras and news-hungry reporters. But now, Phoebe suddenly wanted more and that's one thing he can't give to her.

It would be a huge lie if he was to say that he’d never felt some kind of way for Phoebe. Right from the first day, he felt a pull. More than a dozen times, he’d girls sign this contract with him, but for the first time, he felt more than sexual attraction with Phoebe. He felt…connected. He couldn't tell if it was due to her calm nature, or because she’d gone through so much in life. Or was it because he was the one who burst her cherry and made her a complete woman? He had been surprised that night to find out that at the ripe age of nineteen, she was still a virgin and would still have been if not for her desperate need for money. He'd felt a pang of guilt hit him as he watched her sign the document afterward with trembling hands. Well, except for his dick which jerked up to life at the thought of her becoming his.

Now looking at her face, which looked like she was going to break into tears any minute, he felt an urge to tell her he loved her too, even when he wasn't sure about that part. He wanted to say anything to bring back color to her sudden pale face but he knew better than to do that. The Sanders empire comes first, and as its heir, it was his responsibility to protect it at all costs.

“As I stated in the contract which you breached, you are to compensate me. But I would let you off only on the condition that you keep your lips sealed. I would assume any information regarding us to be your doing and I’m sure you don’t want to know what I'm capable of when pushed.”

“And again, you are to vacate the house as soon as possible. I will send money into your account first thing tomorrow. I hope we are clear on the matter?” he asked, watching as her body subconsciously froze at his words.

He mentally beat himself for doing that but he needed to instill fear in her to avoid her jeopardizing things. Other girls he'd been with tried to extort more money from him even after paying them off, by shamelessly spilling his flings with them to the paparazzi. Even though news like that never circulated, as his team work tirelessly, he was a businessman and knows more than to lose money unnecessarily. Phoebe didn't seem to pose a threat, but he still wasn't going to let his guard down.

Her eyes narrowed as she felt her heart constrict in unbearable pain as if someone had pierced a knife in it, turning and twisting. She'd never experienced this part of him before. He always treated and spoke to her with love and affection whenever she visited or was it all lust? Now as she thought about it, it became crystal clear. Trevor never loved her, he was only interested in her body. Of course she could now afford to get an apartment with the money he ravished on her since the past four years. The problem was what she would tell her father. She'd told him that she got a new job and the house was part of the package when he asked where she'd gotten the money for his treatment. Even though it wasn't entirely a lie, she always felt bad knowing that her father wouldn't be proud if she was to tell him the kind of job she did. It was a huge deviation from the way she was raised, and he and her late mother would be ashamed of her. What would she tell him now if Trevor collected the house?

Trevor averted his gaze from her as she was making him horny with every second. A thought kept screaming in his head, demanding that he hold on tight to her but he brushed it away as soon as it came.

Some sacrifices must be made, he thought.

Like his father always say,” You have to do everything possible to get to and remain at the top, regardless if whose head is to be stepped on.”