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I wonder just how far your pathetic company will get without Noelle. But Julian didn't seem to hear a word. He just kept crying, begging for my forgiveness. Dad ordered the guards to kick him out. By the time Zoey arrived, Julian had already been dumped on the ground, looking utterly disheveled. She rushed over to help him up, looking genuinely concerned as she asked, "Mr. Grant, why do you even bother? "Ms. Jones' getting married soon… You should just let her go." But Julian simply shoved her away and rasped, "Leave. I'll give you some money—enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life without working.

I mumbled from behind my hands. “Yes, really,” he said enthusiastically. “It’s very discreet, I made sure. My browser history will convince my phone to show me gay p**n for months to come but I don't care.” “What were— you know what, never mind.” “And I've already paid for everything,” he continued. “There was an option to use cash at their front desk and that's what I did.” I shook my head. “My parents would kill me.” “Your parents will never find out,” he said, pulling my hands away from my face. “And besides, I don't think they would. They fucking love you.”

I kept my fingers crossed. "In other words, you didn't get the job, right?" Dad spoke slowly. "Yeah, but ... " "But what?" Mom asked gently. "I have a job now. I just started today, as a history researcher." "I'm confused. Will you explain what really happened Gian?" Dad asked firmly. "Well, Miss Murphy introduced me to this ... um ... writer. Yeah, a writer, a very famous and respectable one. I'm sure you know him, dad. Um, he's doing some research right now, and I'm very lucky to help him."

Yeah, right. “Why are you working at Mate Match, Layne?” Well, damn. That was a cold bucket of water thrown at me. Buzzkill. “My dad owes some hunters money back. A lot of money back. But he’s unable to work right now. So here I am.” I said awkwardly as I’m running my hands over my knees. “It’s my fault, really. So, I’m just fixing my mistakes to help my dad.” Continuing my answer. “As soon as I make enough to keep my dad safe, I’m out.” Word vomit. I just keep going and going. Jesus fucking Christ did he give me a truth serum, why the fuck did I just tell him all of that? “So, next question, what do you like to do when you’re not working?” Clearly trying to change the subject.

“What are you all even talking about? Why would I get married to some random dude. I don’t even know him or even if I did, I do not want to get married.” “Look at this from a brighter perspective, Felix.” “You know, all my life,” Felix scoffed. “I’ve always thought you both were secretly homophobic towards me and here you both are. Asking me to get married to a man.” “This isn’t about being homophobic or not,” his dad said then exhaled. “The youngest billionaire in our country is gay too. And luckily and quite surprisingly, they are interested in you. You should jump at it. This is an opportunity for you to be-“

They get the regular, strong income. That makes for jealousy. I didn’t know anyone who did that job because they truly enjoy it. Really, having sex with numerous men wasn’t fun. It was not the kind of thing that makes you bounce out of bed excitedly on a morning. That was the bottom line, and the only thing that sweetened the fact you’re a fucking toy for whoever buys you is the money they pay. It wasn’t irrational to believe that one of the girls I worked with for the last couple of years would have broken the story.

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he said, pissing me off, "Just fire her Grayson, I will pay you if that's what you want"I said, raising my voice, "Pay me?.....you will pay me to fire someone?"he asked bilwildered, "Yes, name your price "I said, who thought all I needed to do was mention money, "$100 million "he said, smirking like he just won the jackpot,does he really think I don't have that, "Done"I said instantly shocking him, "Wait....you are joking, right?"he asked,

Gavriel Seamus," I poured out my questions as I could not hold back my tears as I let them pour out freely. I didn't want to look weak, so I quickly cleaned up my face. "I do not care how you see me, and in case you do not know, even if you do not want to work as a secretary here, you must serve your punishment, and after all, you would be paid the sum of 180,000 dollars, so luck is also on your side," Mr. Gavriel said as he let out an evil smile. "So he is also paying me for work at his home, if that's the case, then I am good to go," I said to myself.

Work was going smoothly, and for a few hours, I felt like a normal teenager again. I spent most of the morning chatting with Gav. He’s gay and absolutely unapologetic about it. He spent a good thirty minutes gushing about his new boyfriend while he was supposed to be wiping down the cake display. "Girl, he treats me like such a spoiled princess," Gav said, leaning over the counter with a dreamy sigh. "The other night, he took me out to this fancy place, and then afterward..." He went into way too much detail about their sex life, and I had to hold up a hand to stop him.