Seducing Mr Thompson

Astrid walked into her room and found her elder sister in bed with her fiancé. She was furious. "Astrid, I can explain," her sister said, but Astrid didn't want to hear it. She shut the door and stormed out.

She stood in the hallway for a while unable to move,she had been betrayed by her blood sister and her fiance,she felt tears crowding her eyes,her face was flushed with anger but she decided that they weren't worth crying for because this wasn't the first time it has happened. Rather she must have her revenge with Mira's fiance so Mira would understand how it feels.

She felt sad because she had already developed feelings for George and seeing him doing this was heart breaking. As she stood outside the door trying to hold back her tears she heard George telling Mira not to worry and reassuring her with kisses saying he'll handle me. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN,DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A TOY?

Astrid returned to their banquet and searched for her elder sister's fiancé, Mr. Thompson. "Mr. Thompson, there's something that's very urgent and it needs your attention " she said. "Follow me."

They slipped away from the party, and when they were alone, Astrid said, "It's in your room." Mr. Thompson swiped his card wondering what was so important,they entered the room. Astrid kissed him abruptly ,but he pulled away, confused.

Mr. Thompson's expression changed.

"What's the meaning of this?" Mr Thompson asked in a stern tone.

"Mira cheated on you with my fiance George,so we need to get our revenge."

"What would I get if you get your revenge?" he asked. "I don't have anything against Mira, and I'm even happy she's doing it so I can break off the engagement. What do I get if you get your revenge?"

Astrid smiled. "You'll get paid," she said. "How much do you want?"

Mr. Thompson smiled back. "Let's talk about that later."

Few moments later

Mira walked into their room so she can have a shower and change into a different clothes, her eyes widening in shock as she found Astrid cuddling Mr. Thompson. She let out a loud scream, waking them up. Astrid smiled slyly when she saw Mira,she locked her eyes on hers and dropped a kiss on Mr. Thompson's bare chest, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"How dare you?" Mira spat, her face red with anger.

Astrid sat up, a triumphant smile still plastered on her face. "You started it first," she replied, her voice dripping with malice.

Mr. Thompson, tired of their bickering, interrupted with a dismissive tone. "Go home and argue, don't bother me." He stood up, his movements abrupt, and began to get dressed.

Mira's face twisted in anger, she turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Astrid and Mr. Thompson alone. Astrid lay back on the bed, a smug smile still on her face, as Mr. Thompson got up to get dressed.

"Are you satisfied with the outcome?" Mr. Thompson asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Astrid nodded, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "I am."

Mr. Thompson's expression turned serious. "You owe me, Astrid. Five million."

Astrid's eyes widened in shock, her smile faltering. "WHAT??!! That's too much"

Mr. Thompson shrugged, his shoulders barely moving. "Any problem?"

Astrid's mouth dropped open. "Five million for one night..."

Mr. Thompson nodded, his face unyielding. "Yes. I'm not cheap. You should have known that before you dragged me here."

Astrid's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with calculations. "There's no price tag on you."

Mr. Thompson smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "How do you want to pay? Cash or..."

Astrid's face paled as she realized the enormity of the sum. "I don't have up to half of the money."

Mr. Thompson shrugged again. "You can take a loan."

Astrid's eyes widened in horror. "How would I pay back?"

Mr. Thompson's smile grew wider. "That's up to you."

Astrid's mind reeled as she tried to comprehend the situation. "Who would pay five million for one night?"

Mr. Thompson's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. "I would, depending on the product and the outcome."

Astrid was speechless, her mouth hanging open in shock ."Let's take it like it never happened."

Astrid shook her head, her eyes still wide with shock.

Andrew spoke up "I'm a businessman, and businessmen care about profits. I'm not interested in losing five million."

Mr Thompson didn't say a word and Astrid's face fell as she realized the gravity of her situation. "How do I pay you back?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Thompson's face was straight, his eyes glinting with a hint of challenge. "Well since you don't have money then you can be my mistress."

Astrid stood firm, her voice steady. "No way. I'll find a way to pay you."

Mr. Thompson's expression remained unyielding. "I'm not waiting for long. If today runs out and you can't raise the money, then you're mine."

Astrid's eyes pleaded for mercy. "Give me a month. Just a little more time."

But Mr. Thompson was firm. "We've agreed on today." He picked up his coat, his movements deliberate, and left Astrid standing alone.

Astrid returned home, her heart heavy with worry. As she entered the sitting room, she was met with her father's angry glare.

"Do you want to disgrace me?" he thundered. "You're shameless!"

Astrid stood her ground, her voice steady. "Shameless? You should be saying that to Mira. She slept with George."

"WHAT?! I didn't, that's a false accusation. You're trying to stain me with your sin." Mira protested feigning innocence.

Her father's face turned red with anger. "Shut up, both of you. Pray that your engagements go well."

Astrid's voice was firm. "I want to cancel my engagement. I'm not getting engaged to George anymore."

Her father's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

Astrid's father, Mr. Walton, glared at her, his eyes blazing with anger. "Are you interested in Mr. Thompson? He's older than you and way out of your league."

Astrid shook her head, her expression calm and collected. "I'm not interested in him."

Her sister, Mira, raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Then why did you sleep with him?"

Astrid's expression remained serene, but a hint of defiance crept into her voice. "I'm not interested in him."

Mr. Walton's face turned red with rage as he slammed his fist on the table. "Both of you should stop this! Astrid, I'm talking to you."

Astrid stood up, her movements deliberate and slow, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm going back to my room."

But Mr. Walton wasn't done. His voice was firm, his eyes stern. "I'm not done talking to you, Astrid. Apologize to your sister,what you did is unspeakable"

Astrid's eyes widened in outrage, her face pale with anger. "What? No, I won't apologize. Mira owes me an apology for sleeping with George constantly behind my back, you might not notice but they constantly sleep with each other behind my back,they do it here,hotels,their car. I'm even disgusted anytime George decides to take me out in that dirty car of his."

Mira's face twisted with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. "If your scandal gets out, don't you know it's a disgrace to our family for you to sleep with a man who's ten years older than you?"

Astrid retorted, her voice laced with venom, "Don't you think it's also a disgrace to sleep with someone who's three years younger than you?"

Their father's face turned beet red with rage as he shouted, "Shut up!! Both of you are shameless!" He was fuming with anger, his eyes bulging with fury.

"Astrid Walton, apologize to your sister this minute!" he demanded, his voice dripping with malice.

Astrid's eyes flashed with defiance as she refused, "I won't."

Mr. Walton's face twisted with anger as he walked over to her and slapped her. Mira made a mocking face, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

Astrid's eyes welled up with tears as she turned to leave, but Mr. Walton stopped her. "If you step out of this house, then know that you have no share in the company, your position would be revoked, and I'll freeze your credit card."

Astrid's face was a mask of calm determination as she replied, "Do as you please," and walked away, leaving Mr. Walton's face twisted with anger.

Astrid walked into her room, tears streaming down her face. She hated her life. Why did Mira have everything she wanted, while she had nothing? No love, no care from anyone.

She looked at her mother's pictures on the table, picked one up, and wished she was alive. She wouldn't have to endure any of this. Astrid's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at her mother's smiling face.

Astrid didn't know where to go, but she was sure of one thing - she was leaving the house. She was tired of everything.

Astrid packed her valuables into a suitcase, her hands shaking with anxiety. She took a deep breath before leaving, steeling herself for the unknown.

As she opened her door, she saw Mira standing there, her arms folded across her chest. "This is what you get for trying to steal Andrew," Mira said, her voice dripping with malice. She flicked her hair and swayed her hips down the stairs, leaving Astrid feeling defeated.

Astrid's mind was racing as she thought about her huge debt, which she had to pay before the day ran out. She bit her lips, knowing she wouldn't be able to raise such an amount in a day. Her credit card had been seized, so she couldn't pay in installments.

As she went downstairs, she saw her father sitting in the sitting room, but he didn't even spare her a glance. Astrid felt a pang of sadness and hurt, but she knew she had to keep moving forward.

Astrid's birth was a bittersweet moment. Her mother's life slipped away, leaving behind a bereaved Mister Walton and a newborn Astrid. The grief-stricken father couldn't help but associate Astrid's arrival with the loss of his beloved wife. He had yearned for a son, but fate brought him a daughter instead.

As the days turned into years, Mister Walton's sorrow never fully dissipated. The pain of losing his wife lingered, and Astrid's presence served as a constant reminder of what he had lost. His regret and longing for a son he never had turned into resentment towards Astrid,he felt she had taken her mother's life.

Astrid's wardrobe was a hand-me-down haven. Clothes that Mira had outgrown or deemed unworthy were passed down to Astrid. The faded dresses, worn shoes, and ill-fitting coats seemed to whisper that she was an afterthought.

On rare occasions, when the family attended gatherings or parties, the contrast between Astrid and Mira was stark. Mirror would be dressed in finery, his clothes tailored to perfection, while Astrid would look below average.

More often than not, Mister Walton would attend these events with Mira by his side, leaving Astrid to linger at home with the servants. The message was clear: Mira was the pride of the family, while Astrid was just an obligation.

Astrid took her luggage and went inside the car. She decided to drive far away from there, as far as she could. She wanted to leave everything behind - start a new life, get a job, work hard to make a living, and live a good life somewhere else.

Astrid started driving when suddenly she was cornered by four black cars. She wondered what was happening, what she had done, who she had offended, but she couldn't think of anyone. Suddenly, a man in a black suit opened the door and took her out of the car and put her in his car. Astrid's voice was nowhere to be heard; she couldn't even scream. She just stayed still.

Unknown to her, Andrew had sent someone to keep an eye on her from the minute she left the hotel and report everything that happened to him. The man in black suits drove forward; it felt like eternity. Astrid was woken up by a light tap on her shoulder. When she got down, she was shocked by their destination. The destination she expected was a warehouse where she'd be beaten to death by them. Instead, she followed them inside a house where she met the mastermind behind everything: Mr. Andrew Thompson.

She wondered why she didn't know it was his doing. "Sit down," he said, pointing to a seat in front of her. But instead, Astrid cleared her throat as she folded her arms. "What's the meaning of all this?" she asked.

"Well, you wanted to run away. Look, the day isn't over. I wanted to get money from a friend of mine," she lied.

"Where does that friend of yours live?" he asked.

"I won't tell you," she said, parting her lips.

"I'm beginning to think that friend of yours is imaginary," he said, taking a sip of the whiskey beside him.

Astrid turned to go out, but was stopped by the guards that put her in. "Where exactly are you going to?" Andrew asked and that question struck a chord in her because she herself didn't know where she was going to or what her next move was.

Andrew stood up and put his hand in his pocket as he strolled casually. "You know, I know about everything that happened in your family," he said, giving a nod, and one of the guards played the recorder.

"You were following me. Don't you have better things to do?" Astrid asked with a solid expression.

"I do," Andrew replied.

"Then why do you want to meddle in my affairs?"Astrid asked

"I'm not meddling. I was just listening."

" Look, the day is not over yet. I still have time," Astrid said trying to buy herself more time .

"What exactly do you want to do? I can get a loan from a bank," Astrid replied.

"What will be your collateral?" Andrew asked confidently, and Astrid was short of words as she knew she had nothing.

"Be my mistress for a year, and I'll cover up all your debts and daily expenses," he said as he stroked her cheek

"I can't waste a year of my life," Astrid said.

"So what would you rather do? This is a fresh start for you. You're free to live your life, pursue your passions, work, and earn your own money, which you won't have to spend for a whole year because I'll pay for everything you need. So, after a year, you would probably have a lot of money. It's a healthy start at this point in your life. Don't you think? Or do you want to sleep in your car, roam the streets, and eat from the streets? The choice is yours," Andrew said.

Astrid clenched her face because she hates being at a disadvantage, but she has no better choice than the one offered to her,she didn't have someone she'd run to and won't complain of her being a leech

"Fine, I'll do it," Astrid said after a huge debate in her head.

"That's better," Andrew said, smiling as he picked up the contract and gave it to her. "Sign this."

"I'm Party A, you're Party B. You can stay here. There's a maid who'll handle the cleaning, and there's someone who'll handle your meals. Whatever you want to eat, she'll prepare it. I'll come back tomorrow to get the documents" he said as he walked out. One of the guards picked up his documents that were scattered on the table.

Astrid sat down after they left and wondered how her life became like this.

Astrid wished her life had a positive direction. It didn't move this way. She didn't want it to move this way. She wished she had someone to run to, someone who would help her in times like this. She decided to abandon her wishful thinking and face reality, although it was harsh, but she had no other choice.

She picked up the contract and decided to go through it, but the conditions she saw were absurd. Point number one: Party B must be home before 8 PM. "Wait, is that curfew or else I'll be punished?" she thought.

Number two: Party B must cut all ties with her fiancé, lover, boyfriend, etc. "Wait, I'll cut all ties while he keeps his? This is even more absurd."

Number three: Party B must not talk or interact with the opposite gender. Interact only with your own gender. "What the...? This isn't making any sense to her."

She decided to read on, maybe she would find something useful or something that is fair to her.

Party B must take her contraceptives regularly. "I'm okay with that. It's not like I wanted to carry his child," she said to herself.

Party B is restricted from attending parties, clubs, etc. She closed the contract and couldn't read anymore because the conditions were terrible. They didn't seem fair. The more she read, the angrier she became. She's restricted from having fun, which isn't fair.

She decided to go and take a shower and talk about the useless contract whenever she comes. As she stood up, a young lady in a maid uniform came to greet her. "Good afternoon, miss. I'm Claudia," the lady said.

"Are you a maid?" Astrid asked.

"Yes, miss."

"Do you cook or clean?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't do this. I'm your personal maid. Am I a princess? I can take care of myself," Astrid said.

"Mister Thompson instructed me specifically to take care of you and attend to your daily needs," Claudia replied.

"Is this really necessary?" Astrid asked.

"Yes, it is. You are his jewels and..." Claudia started to say.

"I will need to correct that part. I am not his. I belong to no one but myself. Understand?" Astrid interrupted.

"Yes, miss. I'm sorry," Claudia apologized.

"Better. Are you hungry?" Claudia asked.

"I'll eat later. I want to shower," Astrid replied.

"Let me go and get the water ready myself."

" I can do it myself."

"Mister Thompson won't forgive me if I let you do anything," Claudia said. "That is your business with him. I want to bathe, and I can prepare the water for myself."

Claudia stepped in, blocking the road to the stair, and bowing her head politely. "Miss, I can't let you do it."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Andrew stepped in. "It's good that you have met Claudia, and you are already getting along," Andrew said. Astrid's face became fierce, and she refused to say anything.

"Claudia, how is she treating you, Mister Thompson?" Andrew asked.

"She wouldn't let me prepare the water for her, but she insisted on doing it alone," Claudia replied.

"Go ahead and prepare the water for her. Don't mind her fearsome behavior," Andrew said, giving Claudia the go-ahead. Astrid glared at Andrew as he strolled to the living room to take his seat.

"It seems you are not used to princess treatment."

"You are only breeding me for your use, I am not your property, neither am I your possession. I don't belong to you," Astrid replied.

"Well, I don't see things the way you do"Andrew said

"I repeat, I am not your possession. There is no tag on me that would say 'I belong to you' or 'Andrew'."Astrid replied fiercely

Andrew stood up and walked close to her and whispered, "Last night was the first night. I don't want to go to a place where another man has gone to. I want to be the only one there."

Astrid pushed him away when she understood the meaning of his words. "You are disgusting," she said. Andrew chuckled as he answered his phone.

"What is it?" he responded coldly to the person on the line with him.

"They're ready"the person on the other end responded.

"Bring them in," Andrew said, ending the call without waiting for their reply.

The door opened, and five ladies in the same outfit came in. Astrid was confused.

"These are your maids. Introduce yourselves," Andrew commanded.

"Good day, miss. I'm Leah. I'm Cynthia. I'm Wendy. I'm Crystal, and I'm Bethany." They all said in turns

"Good. Three of them will come twice a week to clean the house, while the other two will leave with you and handle the food," Andrew said.

"I can cook for myself," Astrid replied.

"If I get news that she is performing any chores, doing hard labor, I will slit your throat," Andrew threatened.

"Understood?" Andrew asked harshly.

"Yes, sir," they all chorused.

"Despite?" Astrid asked.

"They are mine. Their parents couldn't pay up the debt they owe, so they offered their daughters to redeem themselves. So, if I kill them, the government has no business with it because they are my possession," Andrew replied.

"You are a despicable person. You mean their parents?" Astrid asked.

Andrew said, "But Astrid was fed up with this man already. She can't even imagine a year with him."

"Is that all you have to say regarding the contract?" Andrew asked, waking her up from her thoughts.

"No," Astrid said.

"Go on."

"You are not allowed to attend parties, nor talk to guys. How does that even concern you?" Andrew asked.

"It's mostly social gatherings," Astrid replied.

"You are not allowed to attend social gatherings. And if you must attend, then tell me, so I will go with you," Andrew said.

"What if it's for girls only, and we have male models inside to spice up the party? Are you going to disguise yourself as a girl?" Astrid asked.

"No, he won't attend such gatherings," Andrew replied.

Astrid rubbed her temples because he was frustrating her. "What if I go secretly?" she asked.

"Then I will send someone over there to crash the party and fetch you. It's simple," Andrew said.

"You are cruel," Astrid said. "So, if I get a job, I am not allowed to speak to male customers?"

"What I meant was, your conversations must be healthy and formal. No flirting," Andrew replied.

"You are insane," Astrid said. "I am not signing this."

"Then are you ready to roam?" Andrew asked.

"Are you ready to roam the streets in search of five million?" Astrid replied.

"Why can't I have conditions towards Party A?" Astrid asked.

"Because I am at an advantage," Andrew replied.

"So, that's why you get to do whatever you like?" Astrid asked.

"Yes," Andrew replied. "It's meant to be a mutual benefit."

"Then, after a year, if I still want you, then we will have mutual benefits," Andrew said.

"Understood?" he asked.

"You are annoying," Astrid said.

"Look, it's either you sign it or go to the streets and search for five million," Andrew said.

Astrid couldn't go to the streets; life would be terrible for her. She survived in that house for over twenty years, so spending a year with this cycle won't kill her.

"Fine, I will sign it," she said, taking the pen and signing.

Andrew picked it up and smiled

"No," Astrid said.

"Go on."

"You are not allowed to attend parties, nor talk to guys. How does that even concern you?" Andrew asked.

"It's mostly social gatherings," Astrid replied.

"You are not allowed to attend social gatherings. And if you must attend, then tell me, so I will go with you," Andrew said.

"What if it's for girls only, and we have male models inside to spice up the party? Are you going to disguise yourself as a girl?" Astrid asked.

"No, he won't attend such gatherings," Andrew replied.

Astrid rubbed her temples because he was frustrating her. "What if I go secretly?" she asked.

"Then I will send someone over there to crash the party and fetch you. It's simple," Andrew said.

"You are cruel," Astrid said. "So, if I get a job, I am not allowed to speak to male customers?"

his fingers from her earlobe down to her neck. "I will let you rest. I will let you rest today, but I will be back tomorrow," he said as he left.

Astrid sighed, knowing that her life had taken a different turn. She had decided to go in search of a good, high-paying job tomorrow so that once the year runs out, she will have enough money to survive independently. She hated the fact that she stored all her eggs in one basket; she shouldn't have put all her money in one account, but it's not like she had enough money to disperse into numerous banks.