BARGAIN WITH THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL

MON

g the room with calm. My phone flashes with an email, but my eyes keep going back to

ial. It's a mix of feeling proud and a bit guilty. I've had one-night stands b

self this time. I grab her wallet and phone to check what her real name was and al

t her. Her profile says her real name is Irene Stewart not Elena as she had claimed last night. Her parents both died in separat

of a sudden she withdrew it all in two days. There is a short informal note attached in the last part

ats from a group of loan sharks. Probable reason

shouldering such a large debt? How the hell did she end up going across some loan sharks? How

stands but here I am, thinking of a plan. A plan I could only think of with great tempta

Stewar

well belong to a deity. "Jared," I murmur weakly. How long has he been watchin

The memories of last night flood back: how we met, talked, laughed, and then... ended up here.

void of the warmth from the night before. What happened to him? This isn't the same Jared I encou

ound myself as I sit up. But I can't find the words

ites details about me with a mocking tone, holding my wallet with my ID card

ddenly declares, making m

" I bl

nk it's fair to say we're even on that front," he challenges,

as I stand, wincing a little as a pan

and slides beside me with a worri

he duvet around me. "I

I notice that my clothes are already neatly folded and are on top

cade down my body hoping to wash away the drifting memories from wh

r bag with fresh clothes. I take it shyly and in no t

n his face. He seems to be thinking something serious wit

to tell him to just forget about what happened and I w

do you

and the way he speaks gives me the i

rd to read what he is thinking and there is something in his voice that changed. Gone was the play

n Raymond, I don't know w

ou offer me your body knowing I ca

feel the anger surge in my veins. He

a huge debt ru

d with shock. "H-How

ies while twirling his phone on his hand.

o, I will not accept whatever that is." I'm

n eyebrow. "I already deposited ha

Half milli

essages and contacts while I was asleep. "I'm pretty sure the

denly gives me flashes of death threats on my door , remindin

l?"I almost cho

e it disappears. "Two months, Irene. For two mo

me?" it comes out as a whisp

and smirks. "I think you

el my knee

nths?" I almos

allet and scribbles something before handing it

t into pieces before his very eyes. I want to shout at him that I won't let

ign in my palms. I look down and clearly, twenty-five thousa

n it, why am I stuttering? My knees feel weak

o months, I will pay you a million dollars. Real tal

k but you won't receive your bonus at the end." He smirks evilly and I suddenly h

y life around completely. Can I handle this? Should I choose to throw away m

ngle word weakly surrendering to th

ea

agonized whisper b