His Cure (Being His Exclusive Writer)

The church bell sounds at a far distant.

Gregory reached out for his drug and battled with the bottle as he struggled to open it.

He poured some tablets on his palm and chugged it down his throat and released a grunt.

The sun that penetrated through the curtains glinted at his shirtless back and side face, makinghim look more ethereal.

Gregory is a handsome man and you could never imagine such a man to be a loner. Someone that is bit down by his dark pasts.

He stared up at the ceiling and sighed.

Part of his hair fell down and covered his right eye.

The ray of the sun on his lips make them too pink to be real.

He made a turn around and went to stand by the window.

He glanced at the wall clock.

It's almost time.

In five minutes time, he would get his cure.

He breathed out heavily.

His phone vibrated on the bed and he went to grab it.

He looks at the caller before swiping to the right then placing it on his right ear.

"Good morning, sir Gregory. Hope you had a great night?"his secretary, Harry's voice sounded.

"It has always been the same. Why did you call?"he replied, hoarsely.

"Mr Buckley said he would like a dinner date with you. I do think this is a great opportunity as you both would discuss well about business."

A scoff escape from Gregory's perfect lips.

He went back to the window and look out into the gentle morning.

"I'm not going. We can always discuss on the phone. If he wishes for a visual discussion, then we can always have one on Zoom."he replied.

"Gre..."

"You've been by my side for a long time, Harry. You, of all people, should know that fact."he breathed out and scuttles to the table.

"He said if he doesn't see you then he cannot invest. Gregory, just this once, huh?"

He grabs the bottled water and paused.

"Is he investing in my face?. It's his loss for not investing, not our's. Why would he care about my face, tho?. Shouldn't his main concern be on the business?. Besides, you're there.. so.."he opened the lid of the bottle and raised it up to his lips.

"Ugh; Trying to convince you is like trying to turn a big rock over. I'm hanging up."Harry hissed before disconnecting the call.

He drank a reasonable amount of water before placing it down.

He saunters to the percolator in the room and grab a cup then place it under the machine after turning it on.

When the cup was half filled, he turned off the device.

He added some sugar and cream inside it then brew it together with a spoon.

He took a sip and breathed out in some kind of relief.

He walks back to the bed and his phone buzzed indicating a new notification.

His eyes brightened up and he rushed towards it.

*My cheating boyfriend from your favorite author has been updated.*

A smile appears on his lips.

Ten 0' clock. She never misses.

Every Ten 0' clock of each passing day, he tends to forget about the thorns of his life.

Although, that only lasted for some hours but it still makes him feel better.

He clicked on the notification, unlocked the chapter with coins then started reading.

The story revolves around a certain young woman whose name is Eva.

She is an ambitious lady that runs a painting shop.

She is deeply in love with her boyfriend, Rex.

Apparently, the man is jobless and is only leeching off her. He doesn't love her, but he harbours lust for her instead.

He sleeps around with other ladies while faking an innocent boy in front of Eva.

All this goes on for a long time and finally, Eva proposes to him, still unaware of tge fact that he'd always been cheating on her.

Eva went ahead and suggested they join their resources together and this piqued his interest.

After getting married to her, he would take over her little company then make it his completely and divorce her.

A week to their wedding, Eva caught him walking another woman inside a hotel and she went after them.

It was too late of a discovery but, it was better than be deceived forever.

She ended things with him right there and went back home with a sorrowful heartThen, later, she met with a rich man who expresses his sincere love for her but she was a bit scared.

After many demonstration and show of affection towards her, she finally accepted him.

She found out later that he is also married with a kid.

She felt that her entire life was messed up.

She moved to another country with the help of her aunty and went to work under a big painting shop.

She fell in love with her boss but he seem totally out of a thing like that.

But she later managed to tame him.

She fell first, but he fell harder

So far, it's been an amazing read for Gregory.

And now he is currently reading the semi - finale chapter.

It's where Eva is getting married to her boss.

He sipped out of his coffee quietly as she scrolled through the contents.

After an hour and some minutes, he was done reading the chapter and another message pops up immediately.

It says the author has released the final chapter and the epilogue.

"Nice."he whispers.

He tapped on it, unlocked with coins, gifted the author out of excitement and started reading.

After he was done, his eyes caught the author's note.

His face instantly holds a frown when he saw what she wrote.

*To my dear all, thanks for reading and supporting. However, I'm sorry that I have to stop writing for now, due to some reasons. It's not permanent. I will see you next time!*

Gregory's lips shivers and he gritted his teeth.

How the hell is he supposed to live without her write - up?

Anger burnt inside his stomach and he drank his coffee in a Go.

And idea pops inside his head and his eyes beams.

He went to her personal page on Instagram and sent her a private message.

*Hey?. I've got an exclusive offer. Wanna be my personal writer?. I will pay you.*he sent.

..

Beatrice scoops some hot noodles into her mouth and sniffs and started munching on it rapidly.

The phone on the table before her kept buzzing with unending messages.

She carried a mug of juice and decanted some in the glass up.

She grabbed the cup and gulped the juice down.

She let's out a sigh before nabbing her phone from the table.

She was in her one room apartment.

Her abode is quite unfortunate and even more for a top author on a writing platform.

The platform she works with is just too ridiculous. But, she's got no choice since she couldn't find any other job and the money she gets paid is still worthwhile, bearable, at least.

But, she gotta quit now and put more effort in finding a job.

Her mother is suffering from a deadly disease and she has to stockpile as much fund as she could for her surgery.

She logged in into her author's account and saw the incredible number of coins that her readers has used to unlock her recent chapters. By the end of it when this coins would be exchanged in money, the price is rather preposterous.

She licked down the sweet flavor in her mouth.

Her eyes shone when she saw the number of coins a fan gifted her.

Woah?

Is it the same person?

She checks the profile.

IntrovertBoy, as always.

He is the one that always gifts her coins the most.

Her phone dings and a message from Instagram appears at the top screen of her phone.

*Hey?. I've got an exclusive offer. Wanna be my personal writer?. I will pay you.*

Huh?

She tapped on it and it took her to the chat box with IntrovertBoy.

Her eyes bulged out.

His offer is mouthwatering.

"How much are you going to pay?"she reads out as she typed and send her reply.

"Name your price."he sent back almost immediately.

She ate her lips anxiously.

He is quite rich, huh?

She gave a nasty smirk before typing in a huge amount that sounds almost insane.

"For a week,$2000."

She scoffs and placed her phone down on the table.

She grabs her chopsticks and rolled some noodles on it then shove it in her mouth.

She peeks at her phone and saw that he is yet to reply.

He's probably ran off.

She chuckled. What a joke ass.

As she made to look away, his message came in.

*$10, 000/month.*

Her eyes widened in shock.

OMG!!!

She jumps up in shock and mistakenly slaps her plate away with her hand.

Her noddles ended up on the floor but she cared less.

*For real?. When should I start?. Right now?. I will start sending it to you tonight.*

*You have to sign a contract first. And, no, you will have to come over to my house.*

Her happiness died down.

Come over to his house?

She flicks her hair back.

*I can easily send to you from here.*she replied.

*If you're feeling insecure, you could ask the cops to come with you.*he texted back.

She cogitated for a while before sending him an "okay."

★★

"Okay."the message reads. Gregory tilts his head to the side.

Just okay?. She is not going to ask about his address?

He does not know why he wants her to live with him while writing him stories though. She could easily send them over.

He decided to go all in and texted her the address and the time she should arrive the next day.

He threw his phone down on the bed and breathed out a sigh.

He glimpsed at his cup and seeing it empty, he huffs.

Yes. She has to be here. Maybe having both her and the stories so close would help him heal from his wounds faster.

The church bell was rung again and he groaned and grabs a pillow and pressed it down to his ears.

Heaven knows how he dreads that sound so much.

Only God knows where the church is. Who the hell build up a church on the island, anyway?

He tapped down on his speaker and a music boomed to life.

He removed the pillow from his ears and took his laptop, turning it on.

It's time for work.

★★

Next Day.

~Morning.

The sound of the birds chirps woke Gregory up.

He groaned and turned to the other side of the bed while covering his face with the blanket.

A particular bird came to release a loud sound near his window and he yanked the duvet off his face and sat up.

"What the hell?! You wanna die?! I'm still sleeping, you fvcking little sh! t."he yelled out.

He slept back on the bed and when he was close to getting a wink of sleep, a call came in on his phone.

"Fuck.."he muffled against the pillow.

He tapped the space beside him but couldn't find the phone.

He sent his hand to the table and it lands on it.

He took it and picked the call up without looking.

"It's so early in the morning, Harry. I wanna get some sleep. Bye."he said sleepily into the phone.

"Oh, wait!"a female voice exclaimed.

Huh?

Gregory removed the phone from his ear to stare at the screen in discombobulation.

Sh! t it's an unknown number.

He normally do not answer calls from an unsaved number.

"This.... is.."the person at the other end hesitated for a while.

"I suggest you go make a cup of coffee instead, since you seem to have much time to dilly - dally."he frowned.

"Ah, oh right. I brought some fries with ketchup. Do you wanna have some?."the person chuckles.

Gregory scoffed and slaps his forehead.

"Did Harry puts you up to this?. Whoever you are, just get the hell out of the phone with me. It's a beautiful morning. Don't spoil this for me with your bad charms."

"What?. I am in front of your house, IntrovertBoy."

Oh, Jesus!!!

"A.. author Beatrice?"he called slowly.

"Can you please come open the door, IntrovertBoy?"she snorted.

His eyes grew wide.

He tossed the blanket away and sat up.

He slips his legs into his Crocs and moved out of his room.

He rushed downstairs and went to the entrance door.

He took in a deep breath and twisted the doorknob and the door creaks opened.

"Oh, hi there. IntrovertBoy."Beatrice scoffed while standing akimbo.

**

"Ho.. how did you get here?. Ah,"he paused and touched his forehead.

"I mean, it's quite early and.."he puffed out.

"I heard getting murdered by dawn is quite nice."she grinned.

"What?"

She rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"At least, let me in."she pushed him aside and sashayed inside, dragging her boxes along.

Gregory shuts the door with a confused look retained on his pretty face.

"In case if you're going to murder me, wouldn't it be nice to lose my existence in this cold but beautiful morning?"she smirks.

Gregory itched the back of his neck and let's out a nervous smile.

"I see."

"But,"his eyes went down to her luggage boxes.

"All... this?"he pointed at them.

"Of course. I'm practically going to be living here."she sucks a breath in.

"First things first. Let's sign the contract before I start writing you your stories."she clamped her hands together.

"Oh, yeah. I will send it to you."he tapped on his phone.

"Your house is nice."she commented as she roamed her eyes around.

"I think so too."he replies, while operating his phone.

She glanced at him and release a scoff.

*He could have just said Thank you.*she thoughts.

She nips at her bottom lip and sighed.

She opened one of her box and brought out a bowl full of potato fries and a small cup of ketchup.

"Your kitchen is that way, right?"that doesn't seem to be a question as she walked towards it without getting his reply.

When she got to the kitchen, she screamed.

"Holy moly! This is three times bigger than my room."

Then, she pops her head out of the door.

"Do you even cook here?. It's so clean."

"And... sent. Check your phone. I just sent the contract. Read and see if there is anything that doesn't sits well with you. Also, I do not appreciate you touching my personal things. That's rule number one."

Beatrice scoffed and flicked her hair back proudly.

*What an arrogant son of a b! tch.*she cursed.

"Don't cross the line too. That's rule two. And rule three,"he stopped talking.

"Once there is another one, I will let you know. Also, speak with honorifics. We are not a long - time buddy, you know."he frowns.

Beatrice sneered at him before smiling.

"May I ask you what this is about also, sir?. You suddenly wants me as your personal writer, I.."

"I will go straight to the point. I'm suffering, but your stories does find a way to calm me down. I suffer every hour, and so, you have to write me stories every hour. The contract term is three months, if you fail to heal me by that time, I will.."he took a gulp down and looks away.

"You would leave me no choice but to kill you."he dropped the bombshell.

Beatrice eyes almost fell out from their sockets.

She jerks back in fear and she felt an alarm shrilled in her head.

What the hell?

He is gonna kil.. kill her if... if...

She suddenly finds it hard to breathe.

He gazed at her.

His face was impassionate.

There was a big different between the guy who opened the door for her and the one standing here before her.

Sweats forms up on her forehead.

".. because nobody knows my secret and goes scot free. It's the habit of you humans to betray."his eyes grew darker.

"You.. you're not human?.."she stutters.

Her hand slides up to her mouth.

His veins shoots out and she held her ears and screamed out.

"Help!!!! A werewolf is in here!!! Help!!"

"Were... wolf?"

"Oh, God. He is about to shift. Help!!"

"This is an island. No one is around to come to your rescue."

"Oh, no!! I'm stuck with a wolf on the Island!!"tears streamed down her face.

Gregory looks at her as if she's lost it.

His lips vibrated in small laughter.

He kinda of find her amusing but that only lasted for a short period of time.

"I am a human! Is that okay now?"he shouts.

She stopped screaming and looked at him blankly.

"You.. you are sure you're not a wolf?"she stutters.

"Of course - I am not. Do I have to pluck out my eyes before you believe me?"he rolled his eyes ball to the side.

"Really?, you're sure?. You... you are not gonna let out your fangs, yes?, no growls too?"she gibbers.

"I will give you ten minutes to go through the contract. Report to my room once you're done. Your work start now."

"What?, now?! Ten minutes to read the contract?"she blurts out.

He ignored her and started heading towards the stairs, with his left hand kept in his pocket.

"And why do I have to report to your room?. I will write the stories here and send to your phone."

He stopped dead in his tracks and spun around.

"I---maybe seeing you as you write could be a perfect drug also."he pressed his lips together.

"Ah..."she mouthed and scoffed.

"Just to let you know that I will always check out of this island every weekend till the contract ends."

He gave a shrug.

"You will have to compensate me for that."he smirks.

"Huhhh?"she gawped at him.

"Ten chapters for taking a day off. And, you have to get back before dusk."he took his lips in.

"Woah, this guy is awesomely nuts."Beatrice folded her arms under her chest.

"I don't think you have much time for this. You just wasted five minutes.. now you're only left with five minutes to go through the contract."

"Hey!"she barked.

"Even if I do finish reading the contract within that time, do you think I could produce a chapter immediately?. What's up with you all readers thinking writers are machines???"she lost it.

"Ah, really?"he turned to her fully.

"I'm the boss here. I pay you and everything I say must be respected by you. How dare you raise your voice at me, hun?"he snickers.

"And, I am a reader, not readers. Whatever and however I said I want my story, so be it."with one hard look, he left.

Beatrice released a breath and brushed her back in fury.

She nipped at her lower lip and scoffs.

This guy is a totally nutcase!

She brought out her phone from her bag which she hung around her neck.

She switched on her data and a message from Instagram pops in.

She clicked on it and downloaded the file he sent then opened it.

She scrolled down to the contents and scoffed when she saw a clause that stated she has to obey his every words.

What the fuck?!

She moved towards the stairs and raced it up.

*Where is his room though?*she thoughts when she stood, faced with various rooms.

She heard sounds coming from a particular one and she stomped to it and kicked it open.

"Obey his every words?. Can you explain what you meant by that, IntrovertBoy?"she questioned as she walks in.

She exclaimed in shock when she spotted him in front of the restroom door with a blue towel wrapped around his waist.

Her mouth opened helplessly she hugs her phone to her chest.

It felt like a deva ju!

Oh, of course. She's written about this scene before in her novel and experiencing this now is..

Her jaw drops in shock as she helplessly drools on..

"Mr IntrovertBoy, you are so hot."the words slipped out of her mouth, unconsciously.

His brows creased up in a frown.

"What?"he scoffs.

That question seems to be have brought her back to her senses as she turned around, away from you.

"I--i will come back later."she took a hard gulp in and left.

As soon as she was out of the room, she let's out a deep breath.

Ugh, why was she like that, hun?

She shouldn't have gone inside his room in the first place.

She puffed out some air and ran her hand inside her hair.

She started walking away and just as she was about to take the stairs down, she paused.

"I should wait."she mumbled and turned back.

She scuttled back to his room and stood in front of his door.

She checks the time on her phone.

7:49am.

She gave a nod and started humming.

She tapped her fingers on her body slowly.

Which story should he write for him though?

He said he is suffering, so wouldn't a sweet romance or comedy novel wear his suffering away?

Nah, no.

If someone is suffering, what they need best is a story about someone that also suffers like they do.

"Perfect."she snaps her fingers.

She would make the male lead a total psychopath who enjoys killing. He is wounded deeply in his heart. He lost his parents in a tragic accident that seems almost arranged and then he met the FL and was ready to throw his dark past away and start a new life with her, but she was not really in love in with him but his money.

"Uhm.. this is going to be so good.."she smiled out.

She glanced at the time on her phone before yelling out,

"IntrovertBoy, you done?!"he should be. It's almost thirty minutes now.

"You've... been standing out there?"his faint voice came from the inside.

She took that as a "I'm done" and barged into the room.

"Fuck!!"she cursed loudly and turned back immediately.

"You really have no patience, huh?"he said Ina pant as he pulled up his trouser.

"You should have told me you're still dressing, gosh. All done?"

He grabs a shirt from his wardrobe and wore it.

"Why are you here?"he asked hoarsely while moving to the percolator device to make himself a coffee.

She spun around and snorts.

"Care to explain your *must obey every words* in the contract. Look here, IntrovertBoy, I get you're.. oh, what am I even saying. To look at this in the more brighter light, you are the one that needs me the most. Also, I'm a writer not a Right her! You have no rights o.."

"Money speaks a lot."he responded.

"I do guess I'm not the one that needs this. Your mother is sick, right?. And, you need money to pay for her surgery?"

What?

Beatrice stood there, transfixed.

She sneered at him and scattered her hair.

"You.. you ran a background check on me?"

He puts some cream and sugar in his coffee and took a quick sip.

"As your boss, it's only natural."

"Screw this! What if I say I'm not interested in this rubbish anymore? You think I.."

"The choice isn't yours to make."he cuts in then moved towards his bed.

"I'm sorry about that."he chuckled and sat down.

"What do you mean?"

"You walked in here with your legs, but you won't be able to do that on your way out. You are the one that controls your entrance. I will be the one to decide when you leave."he chortled and took a gulp of his coffee.

"You're right, you're stuck on the island, not with a werewolf, but with me. I will leave you to find out who I really am, Author."he grinned.