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Chapter two.

Author: ORJI
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-23 22:40:53

Arya's POV.

For a split second, I couldn't quite decipher what my eyes were staring at, as a muscular man climbed down the stairs clad casually in a joggers pant, black haired, amazing blue/green eyes and perfectly structured jawline. 

He had the looks of a complete Greek God.

I quickly sprung up to my feet immediately he walked into the living room, the second lady did same as well.

"You are here for the job huh?" He asked, his eyes fixed on me.

I shivered slightly as the sound of his voice washed over me, not only was he handsome but his voice sounded so suiting as well, laced with dominance and so much power.

"Yes sir," the lady beside me quickly blurted out.

I had my head hung low the entire time, I couldn't look him directly in the face, I felt intimidated by the dreamy creature standing few feet away from me.

How will I be able to work for him if I feel this way about him.

"You," he suddenly pointed at the lady beside me.

Oh no, he's going to hire her, I can't believe I lost without even trying.

"Leave immediately, you don't meet the criteria," his next words hit me hard across the ear, I couldn't believe it.

He hasn't even asked her any questions.

Well if she doesn't meet the criteria then will I? I mean he just sent her away by merely looking at her, what becomes my faith?

"What's your name?" He turned to face me yet again.

"Arya," I replied.

He was silent for a while making me wonder what he could possibly have in mind to say to me.

Do I also not meet the criteria?

Slowly, I raised my head to look at him only to find him staring intently at me.

Our eyes collided and a sudden wave of fear washed over me, I noticed how dark his eyes reflected, they looked dangerous all rounded, but then I couldn't deny the fact that it made him even more hot, dangerously, but yet dreamy.

I couldn't help but notice the sly smirk tugged up at the corner of his lips as he seized me up with his eyes.

Okay? What am I missing?

"You are hired," I suddenly heard him say and my eyes flew wide open in shock.

 I was hired? Just like that? Does that mean I met the criteria?

I have a job now? After what feels like forever of searching for a job as a chef? I finally have my dream job.

Isn't life full of surprises huh?

"Thank you... Thank you so much, I promise you won't regret this, when do I resume work? Immediately?" I squealed happily.

"I can fix you breakfast right away," I rambled. 

I really can not believe I have a job as a chef now.

"How well can you resist an orgasm?" He suddenly blurted out and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

He didn't just say that right? I mean there is no way someone would say that to anyone.

"Excuse me?" I managed to mutter.

"I just asked how well you can resist an orgasm? You do know what an orgasm is right?" He repeated.

Now I'm lost, what is going on?

"Uhm... I'm sorry, I'm quite confused, what has my work got to do with that?" I summoned up courage to ask.

"We're only together for a week, I'm visiting my family and I need you to come with me and be my woman, after that you get paid and I'll never see you again," he replied.

I felt my lips slowly part in shock, what have I gotten myself into?

Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job.

Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this?

 "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face.

I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth.

How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort?

Have he no shame whatsoever?

I don't think I can do this, he needed someone who could match his energy and I am clearly not that person.

"I... Uhm... I'm sorry, but I can't take the job, I can't do it, you should look for someone else," I said turning around and headed towards the door.

Kyle had better not scold me for losing this one because it's not on me.

The whole concept is so not my type of thing.

"A million dollars," his next words suddenly got me glued to my spot.

A million what? For a week?

I found myself turning back to him with arched brows, I probably didn't hear him correctly. 

"What was that?" I whispered like a naive little girl.

"A million dollars is the pay," he repeated.

The corny man now had a victorious smirk visible all over his face.

I should say no to his face and run out of his house right now but somehow a stronger force beyond me held me strongly to my spot, I couldn't move an inch.

A million dollar is a huge amount of money, it can literally hold me up for a very very long time, I don't have to go hungry anymore.

How can someone be ready to throw such amount of money away just to prove a lie? And more ridiculously, it is for a week.

"Uhm... Can I at least think about it? Maybe sleep over it? I can give you a response tomorrow," I found myself saying.

Ugh! You don't plan on taking this job, are you Arya?

It's funny how I'm even thinking twice about this, usually, I would have rejected his offer in a split second and already headed out of the house, but here I am, still standing and moping at him like a three years old.

"No babydoll, we are leaving tomorrow, if you are deciding, you decide now," he replied.

Wait, what did he just call me? Babydoll? 

I breathed out heavily speculating what my next step would be.

The money involved is a game changer, I can't afford to loose it.

On the other hand, I was also scared of this dangerously handsome man right in front of me, he looks and sounds so much like a pervert, how could I fake being his woman for a week?

"So what is it gonna be, babydoll?" His voice snapped me out of my trance, the smug smirk never left his face.

I suckled in a deep breath, embracing myself for the poisonous decision I was about to make.

I felt his hot gaze all over me as my lips trembled, struggling hard to let the words out.

"I... Uhm... I'm in... Yes.. I will do it," I blurted out, turning around and quickly raced out of the house.

I couldn't stand the taunting look on his face, I needed to be far away from him right now.

I could hear him chuckling behind as I ran out.

"Your body only is what I need, everything else will be provided for you!" He shouted after me.

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