Chapter 5 Let The Games Begin

"What am I doing here?" I asked myself, sighing as I stared at the screen of the elevator that took me to the top floor. I'm going to meet Christian now.

When I arrived in front of his office, I couldn't blink my eyes in awe of this building. It's a huge twenty eight-story office building, all curved glass and steel, with WAYNE COMPANY written in bold letters over the glass front door.

I didn't want to be here, but Aunt Clara and Molly kept begging me. They wouldn't stop crying until I agreed to help them.

When the doors slide open, I walk out of the elevator, and I'm in another large lobby, all glass, steel, and white stone. When I spoke to the receptionist in the lobby on the first floor, told her I had an appointment with Christian, she directly told me to come on this floor.

I'm confronted by a desk of sandstone with two beautiful, sexy women dressed impeccably in black and white, who are sitting behind the desk. When they look at me, I'm sure I see hate, jealousy in their eyes, and I don't know why.

As I was about to tell them why I'm here, one of them rose from her seat. "You must be Vivian Grace," she said unkindly. I respond to her with a nod. "Follow me," she said as she took a step. I then followed her behind.

We stopped at the door of a room. "You don't need to knock. Just go in," she said into my eyes. I still see hatred and jealousy in her eyes. She then left me without giving me a chance to speak.

I took a deep breath, holding the doorknob. 'Stay calm and relax. You can do this,' I encouraged myself and opened the door, walked in, closed the door.

As I turned around, I couldn't blink my eyes in awe of this room. This room is way too big for just one man. This room is elegant, luxurious in a modern style. Everything is white and gray. I can see the beautiful view of New York City from the glass walls that surround the entire room.

My heart suddenly races, my cheeks heat up as my eyes catch Christian, who is sitting on the long white sofa. He looks so hot, so handsome, wearing a fine gray suit, white shirt, and dark gray tie.

He's watching me. One hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips. Somehow I felt like he was staring at his new toy and he couldn't wait to play with it and I was his new toy.

"How long do you want to stand there?" he asked me the question again and smiled teasingly.

I swallowed my nervousness, telling myself to stop being a statue every time I saw him. I moved my feet, walked over, and stood in front of him.

"You have finally come. I have been waiting for you," he said in a gentle voice with his domineering eyes locked into mine. "Have a seat," he gestured me to sit next to him.

I sat next to him, trying not to act a fool cause I was so nervous right now. As he chuckled, I looked at him. "Why you look so nervous?" he teases.

"I-I'm not nervous," I said with my heart racing. "Just tell me why I'm here."

A hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You don't like patience, do you?" he asked. There was lust and teasing in his voice and eyes. I quickly looked ahead as I struggled to calm my racing heart.

He chuckled again before he picked up the papers on the table in front of us and handed them to me. "I have paid your debt to that man and now you must sign this contract," he said in a deep, stern tone.

I took the papers from his hand and read it. In the papers it's written, that I will be his girlfriend for 3 months and I cannot have sex with other men. I must be loyal and obedient to him. If I break the contract, then I have to pay 2 million dollars in compensation.

I sighed helplessly inside. All I could think about right now was Aunt Clara, Molly, and, of course, myself. I can't let them sleep on the street. I can't lose our cafe, our home, and I don't want to be dog food. Besides, it's only for 3 months, right?

After putting the papers on the table, I took the pen and signed the contract. My eyes suddenly opened wide like a deer caught in headlights as my donkey brain sent me a belated message. I quickly look into Christian's eyes. "I forgot to tell you! I don't want to sleep with you," I said in a panic, shaking my head briskly. Before I signed the contract, I should have told him that.

He suppressed his laugh seeing my face and at my fool. As he leaned closer to me, my heart raced and my cheeks heated up again. I can smell the sweet smell of his cologne and his minty breath, and I love those smells. His soft blue eyes fixed on mine and held my gaze.

"We will never know what will happen tomorrow. Maybe ... you will fall in love with me and beg me to sleep with you," he said in a soft whisper.

"I will not fall in love with you and never will," I said sternly.

I'd be lying if I said his handsome face and his perfect muscular body did not attract me. But I won't let myself fall in love with him because I'm afraid to fall in love and to be hurt.

A defiant smile crossed his lips. "Let's make a bet. In 3 months, I will make you fall in love with me and be mine," he said in a deep, soft voice.

"In 3 months, I will leave you and forget you like I never met you," I replied.

He chuckles at me, but then his gaze turns gentle but serious. "Let the games begin," he said, and gave me his gentle smile that I love to see.

I fell silent, staring at him as I told myself I can't lose this game no matter what.