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Ceo's Whore

Ceo's Whore

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Mysteriously loosing her job, orphaned Jane Is forced to the streets to look for a new one to be able to cater for her family. After searching for a long time without success, suddenly she stumbles upon a strange job offer with a huge pay to be a whore to a famous billionaire. It is a dangerous job, but she needs the pay.

Chapter 1
Turn of events.

Jane's Pov

As I stood in the rain, my eyes red with tears, I felt alone in this world. I really had a bad day at work today.

I wondered what would become of me after today. After losing both parents some years ago to an auto-crash, I became the breadwinner of my family consisting of two siblings (a boy and a girl) and my grandma whom we all lived with.

I lost my job today, no reason, no queries.

I was just called upon by my boss and the next thing I heard from her was 'Good luck finding a job somewhere else' while handing me an enveloped letter.

Anxious to find out what was written in it, I hurried off to a female toilet and opened it with shaky hands.

Lo and behold! I saw what shattered me

'Miss Jane, for special undisclosed reasons, your services are no longer needed as a secretary in this reputable company'.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I stood there. Tears of confusion, of pain.

I rushed back to see if I could ask what really happened from my boss, but I was told he declined my request.

I waited for hours to see if I could see him to get an opportunity to see him and change his mind or at least find out why, until the staff began leaving one by one for the close of the day's work and I decided to leave with them.

Wait.

No salary too?

At least even if it's just half.

I moved to the side of a stall on the roadside for a little Shelter and re-opened the envelope.

Luckily I saw just another smaller envelope inside with my name clearly written on it 'JANE ROBERTS'.

I opened the envelope with shaky hands praying and hoping my boss had mercifully put a part of my salary in there.

My joy knew no bounds when I found five hundred dollars neatly folded in the envelope.

I wiped my tears and smiled a little, at least this would feed us for some weeks while I searched for a new job, rent could wait.

I quickly hurried to the market to get some food items ranging from rice to chicken,noodles, green vegetables and others.

After many hours of selectively picking and choosing what to buy, I finally got what I wanted and heeded home. I decided to trek home instead of taking a cab as I had earlier planned to.

'I hope my face doesn't look a mess' I thought to myself.

Some minutes later, I arrived home, and met the whole family waiting for me as usual.

At age 19, I was already performing the role of a full grown adult.

I heaved a deep sigh, steadied my breath and cleaned up my face once more as I didn't want to raise suspicions and Hell No, I don't plan on telling my family anything that happened.

Who knows what might happen?

My granny could just pass out.

I entered the living room greeted my grandmother first

''Good evening nana' I greeted her.

'Good evening Jane' s

he greeted back in her usual low voice

I greeted my siblings too and then moved over to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I hadn't even changed out of my work clothes.

Within an hour, a meal of rice and Chicken stew was ready. I was a little extra with today's meal.

I made the food in a more elaborate way and made sure everyone had more than enough to eat.

After the meal, I and my family members all sat in the palour to have a little chat as usual.

My younger sister, Ann, was the first to speak up

'Clara' she called out first.

We were used to calling each other by name in our family except of course my granny whom we simply called 'Lolo'.

'Yes'? I replied my sister back who had called me earlier

'How was work today'? She asked.

That question nearly threw me off balance. This was not the first time she asked such questions, in fact it was a daily routine for her, but today's question was different. It sent jolts of stabs to my heart.

'It was fine dear', I answered back with a fake cheerful voice.

Finally after the night chatters, we all said our prayers together and went to bed.

I left for my own room too after finishing up the necessary chores.

After taking a shower and settling down to rest, I laid down on my bed thinking.

First of all, how would I handle the weeks/days/months in a discrete way without giving it away to my family? I really hoped it wouldn't be for months.

Should l go out all dressed up like any other workday and instead go searching for a new job until I found one?

Or lie that I had given some days off from work? Then while on that I could probably think up a plan.

Of course I couldn't do this without feeling guilty. My late parents brought me and my siblings up to be straightforward and honest and that hasn't left me for years.

I tried convincing myself that being given some days off and being sacked was almost the same thing, but it didn't work out.

I didn't have friends to consult.

Wait.

I never even had friends, even while in high school.

I decided to hop in for the first option, dressing up for work like any other day and going in search for work instead.

It was going to be hard, going to be difficult, but I was ready.

I had no other option anyway.

'I really my parents weren't dead, I wished they didn't travel out and take that damned car that took their life' I said within myself

At the thought of this, tears began falling from my eyes, and this time they flowed without any restrictions, no end and they were bitter, frustrated, sad tears.

'Am I really going to meet up' those were the words that kept coming out of my mouth.

After some hours of crying, I braced myself up.

'Crying is for the weak' i whispered to myself then i slept off.

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