Chapter Four
The man held my hand and brought me inside one of the rooms. There was a bed inside, surrounded by hanging red and white curtains like in Chinese brothels. He lay me down on the bed and took off his shirt. He has a hairy chest and belly. He started kissing my neck until I moaned against my own will.
He entered his hands inside my dress. I haven't prevented myself from moaning as he squeezed my breasts. It almost made me stand up, but he prevented me. He has already towered over me.
"Do you like this baby?" He asked. "Tell me you like me, baby."
"Um, I like you daddy." I was forced to reply.
Slowly, he removed my dress and we got naked together. I can't tell what happened next. But after he got what he wanted, he put on his clothes, threw some money on my face and walked away without saying anything. He seemed to be dissatisfied with my service.
This has been my routine for two weeks. Everyday I changed clothes, put on make up and seduced men to earn some money. I thought I'd have to do this for the rest of my life, but it ended when a handsome man in red suit with a black ribbon on his neck, red pants and black shoes came to the brothel where I work.
I noticed this handsome man staring at me differently, so I approached him. I thought he wanted to have sex with me, but I was wrong, or I'd say disappointed when he brought me to his mansion through his fancy Mercedes Benz.
"What are we doing here, sir?" I asked, stepping out from his fancy car.
"You're here for your new job. I want you to be my girlfriend, or I mean, be my fake girlfriend. I want us to date, a fake date, to make my ex-fiancée jealous. I'd pay you well so that you won't have to go back to that dirty place," he replied.
"A dirty place, yet you came," I muttered.
"Are you saying something?" he asked, running a hand through his black hair, leaving a single strand on his face. He removed his eyeglasses. He looks like the male lead in a romance novel or a famous actor. He has a tall nose, deep blue eyes, milky skin, a sharp jawline, pinkish lips, and a very pleasant smile.
I keep staring at him while he's talking about what I have to do. Daydreaming. Fantasizing. He looks so handsome and cool, or, I'd say, attractive. I don't know why. Am I having a crush on him?
"Hey, are you listening?" he asked. "Anyway, we haven't properly introduced ourselves to each other yet. I'm Harry Will, by the way." He extended his hand to me.
"Georgia Sanchez." I shook his soft hand while looking at his face. I fell into reverie again just by looking at him that I didn't know I'm holding his hand for too long. The look on his face suddenly changed, so I let go of his hand for he might be angry, or in pain.
"Alright, Georgia. Because you're not paying attention, let me repeat everything I've said. There are rules that you have to follow in our fake relationship. First, no sex will happen between us, okay? Holding hands and perhaps kissing is allowed, only when necessary, what I mean is, when we have to prove our relationship. Second, you must call me 'babe' from now on. I don't want to hear you calling me sir in front of my ex-fianceé, got it? And lastly, you'll have to stay in this mansion until our contract is over. Do you have any problem with that?" He asked.
"I understand everything you said, but I want to ask if you can remove the third rule or change it because I can't leave my brother alone in the hospital. He's just six years old and is suffering from severe pneumonia. Nobody will take care of him if I have to stay in this mansion that long," I said.
"Alright. I'll take the last rule. Is there any other problem?" he asked. "If not, then we can proceed talking about your salary."
"No more problem sir," I replied.
"Okay, so your salary will be $500 a month. The contract will last for 6 months, which means you'll get $3000 in total. You'll have to buy your own food and everything you need, but you'll have to wear the clothes and accessories I'll buy for you and eat with me if required by the situation. I will give you a tip if I like your performance, but I'll extend the contract if my ex-fianceé doesn't come back to me, so if you want to be free, you have no other choice but to do your best. Are we clear with that?" Harry asked.
"Clear, sir," I replied.
"Alright. Let's get inside the house." Harry went back to his car and parked it in the garage. I followed him inside the gate. There is a pool with clear blue water in front of the huge white-painted mansion.
"Wow! This place is like a castle," I said in amazement.
"I'm glad you like it," Harry replied.
We went inside the mansion. I didn't expect I could step into a house this big. It feels like a dream. In my dream, I am the princess who lives in a castle, dancing with my prince charming under the golden glow of a chandelier.
"As you can see, I am alone in this house, so make yourself at home and don't ruin or scatter things around because everything you can see here is valuable. Even your one-year salary can't pay them," Harry said.
"I got it, sir," I replied.
That must be the reason why he's so obsessed with his ex-fiancée that even though she already broke up with him, he still chases her because he feels lonely in his castle. He must have been looking for a wife who can stay with him forever.
"Let me show you your room. Follow me," he said.
I silently followed Sir Harry as we walked down the hallway. Then we stopped in front of a room. He used a key to open the door, and we got inside.
"So, this is your room. You have your own kitchen and toilet here. You can also bring your stuff here," he said.
"This is so huge to be a room. Our house is smaller than this," I said.
"I know. Here's your key." He handed me one of the keys. "Don't lose it. Just tell me if you need anything else. I still have work to do, so I'll leave you here by yourself. Just call me when dinner's ready."
"Do you mean I'll have to cook?" I asked.
"That's part of your work. You'll have to cook my meals, clean the surroundings, wash my clothes, iron them, etc. You do all the housechores. I won't pay you that big if you'll only stay here without doing anything else," Harry explained.
"But sir—" I was about to say something but he interrupted.
"I already told you, don't call me sir. Call me babe from now on so that you'll get used to that. We will meet my ex-fiancee soon, so I want you to be ready. Everything you needed is in the kitchen, if you need anything else, you can buy in the store across the street. I have to go now. I'm already late for my online meeting." He immediately left.
I was about to tell him that I don't know how to cook. I can't cook anything that will fit the taste of a wealthy man. What should I do now? Should I cook the same recipe my mother used to teach me? I went inside the kitchen. There are lots of ingredients in the refrigerator. I still couldn't believe how quick my life has changed.