Chapter 18

We settled into a nearby coffee shop, the tension between us palpable as I waited for Julliette to reveal the reason for seeking me out. I maintained my composure, arms still crossed, my irritation only slightly softened by her regal demeanor. But as she adjusted her posture, revealing a hint of the defiance I had seen before, I couldn't help but notice the scars of her past etched in her eyes.

They changed and she conceals them with a different look.Defiance

Ugh I was beginning to feel sorry for you just a minute ago

She began to explain her predicament slowly, and as her words reached my ears, my firmly folded arms began to slip, and my eyes widened in shock. I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. Her request was unexpected, and yet, it presented an opportunity for me to get even for the slap and the disrespect she had shown me. My annoyance with her was gradually replaced by a cunning smirk.

After she finished speaking, she looked at me expectantly, waiting for my response. I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as I said, "Sure, I can help you. But there's a condition."

Her expression changed, curiosity mixed with a hint of caution. "What do you want in return?" she asked, bracing herself for my request.

I took a moment to savor the moment before revealing my desire. "Be my mistress," I said, my voice taking on a relaxed tone.

Her eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting such a proposition. She processed my words, and her expression turned to one of disbelief and indignation. "You've got to be kidding me," she scoffed, crossing her arms in defiance.

I hear her mutter something under her breath but I don't bother answer.Its not important probably her just cussing me out.Not that I'd be surprised

I maintained my smirk, enjoying her reaction. "Oh, I'm deadly serious," I replied, challenging her to see how far she'd go to get my help.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing. "You can't be serious," she muttered, clearly not willing to accept my proposition so easily.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Your call," I said, not backing down as I throw my gaze out the window pretending to look at something.

Julliette stared at me for a moment, her mind clearly racing with thoughts and weighing her options. She seemed torn between her pride and the desperate need for my assistance.

I sit there savoring the moment without a care in the world.This is fun

I watched as gets up and stormed out of the coffee shop, clearly agitated by my proposition. But I couldn't care less. I leaned back in my chair, taking a sip from the latte on the table. Her initial refusal didn't faze me; I knew she would be back. After all, I always got what I wanted.

As I waited, I pretended to be engrossed in my phone, but in reality, I was eagerly anticipating her return. A minute or two passed, and just as I expected, Julliette walked back to the table, looking visibly deflated. She seemed to have weighed her options during her brief absence, realizing that she might not have much of a choice.

"How long do I have to play along with this?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

I pretended to ponder the question, acting as if I hadn't already decided the terms. I wanted to savor the moment, enjoy the taste of victory before sealing the deal. "Hmmm," I began, tapping my fingers on the table, "sixty days."

She took in a deep breath, visibly contemplating the timeframe. Sixty days probably seemed like an eternity for her, and she knew it. But she looked up at me, readiness and a hint of defiance in her eyes. "Fine, sixty days," she said firmly, affirming our agreement.

Now we're talking

I couldn't help but smirk triumphantly. I had her right where I wanted her. "Great," I replied, "and remember, no backing out once you're in."

She rolled her eyes but nodded in reluctant agreement. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just don't think you've won already."

"Oh, trust me, I never think I've won until it's over," I said, taking another sip of my drink, enjoying the taste of victory.

I've got you where I want you.

I've hit you where it hurts your pride

Is it bad to enjoy this?

I made my way out of the coffee shop, leaving Julliette Wayne behind, with a victory smirk plastered on my face. I had always been good at getting what I wanted, and this was no exception. As I stepped into the sunlight, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. She may have put up a fight, but in the end, she had agreed to my terms.

I could feel her gaze burning the back of my head as I walked.But I don't care.It's nothing new

I sauntered over to my car, still relishing the triumph of the moment. Just as I was about to get in, my phone rang, and I saw my father's name on the caller ID. I answered the call, trying my best to sound casual despite the scheming going on in my mind.

"Hey, Dad," I said, genuinely happy he called

He wasn't one to call very often but we still have a very good bond regardless

"Hey, son. How's everything going at school?" he asked, genuine happiness in his voice.

"Oh, you know, it's all good," I replied, my mind still preoccupied with my new contract with Julliette. "Classes are going fine, and I'm keeping myself busy with some personal projects."

My father seemed pleased with my response. "That's great to hear. Keep up the good work."

"I will, Dad," I replied, my tone sly. If only he knew the kind of personal project I had just taken on.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, we said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. Now that the call was over, my thoughts returned to Julliette. Sixty days may seem like a long time, but I had no doubt that I could handle whatever she threw my way. Besides, having her as my "mistress" could prove to be quite entertaining.