Chapter 3

Skylar's POV

“Getting married? I still can’t process the words in my head. What do you mean by getting married? I am your secretary, and I work for you. You have high standards, and people won’t expect to see us together.”

“Well, luckily for you, or should I say "us,” I don’t care about what people say, and I think you should learn that too.”......

“Did he just say us? Oh, my God. Zane Hills, please. I need to go and get prepared for today.”

“Well, before you go, you have to see what I have to offer. Don’t you think so?”

“Offer? I don’t understand. What do you mean by offer?” 

Soon one of his men walked in with a suitcase in his hand, and soon I started to wonder what was going on.

“So! Miss Skyler Miller, what do you think about this? He said as he stretched out his hand towards me with a paper.”

“What is this?”

“Will you just check it out first and stop asking questions?”

Soon I went through it, and it was a contract—a marriage contract! 

“What is this? What does this mean?”

“What does it look like? See, Skylar, this is just me being nice to you. Also, you’re smart enough to know what's good and bad. This is a big opportunity for you, and looking at it well, you gain more than myself.”

Tears dropped from my eyes, and I couldn’t believe how selfish Zane Hills was.

“Do I look cheap? Is that it? Is this what you take me for—a poor girl who needs a rich man to survive? Is this all I matter to you? I have worked for you for years, and this is how you treat me. Yes! I agree that we had a one-night stand, which none of us planned, but it happened. Can we just please move on and act like nothing ever happened?”

“You see, Skyler, I thought you were smart, but it seems to me that I misjudged you. Why do you have to be selfish and think only about yourself? Your mother needs this; you have a lot of debt to pay and need to at least change your shoes. I didn’t mean to say that, but I noticed you only have four pairs of shoes. Common Skyler, this is so beneficial to you and your mother, and I will also get rid of my mother’s matchmaking. And also, I think you’re sweet.”

He sounded persuasive about it, and I thought deeply. I have nothing to lose; many girls my age and even older would kill to be his wife. 

I took a deep breath and stared into the printed ink with my name and his name printed on it. I immediately looked into his eyes and asked for a pen.

I stood there looking confused. Could this be a mistake, a contract marriage with Zain, a billionaire CEO? I can't take this, and I would not even allow this to happen. This could be a test and temptation that I would never accept.

I work away from the room, and all I could do right away is just to leave the house immediately.

"Skyler," he called me, but I turned my deaf ear to him.

"Skyler, I'm your boss, and you are disobeying my rules," he said, walking toward me, but I had already entered the car. I drove off. I could see he ran after the car for a while before he stopped and turned back.

This must be a trap. Contract marriage with my boss. How can that be possible for a poor girl like me?

Everything just happened suddenly, my boyfriend broke up with me, a one-night stand with my boss, a contract marriage.

Getting to the middle street of Donald, I drove into the bar garage and parked. I can't go home like this. I just need to process everything. I was still fighting with the trauma from my mother and now, my relationship.

Sitting at the barman, I ordered a little alcoholic wine. I'm not the kind that drinks, but I will have to force this. I need to get all this off my head.

"Hey, you need to go home. You have drunk four bottles, and you almost fell now," those words were coming from the barman, but I could barely hear them.

"Hey, I need another bottle." I could see the barman went to bring another bottle. He didn't care about my situation, even when he personally warned me.

As he wanted to give me the wine, a handsome gentleman with a black suit was in black, and his skin was dazzling. I couldn't see him very well because I was drunk, but merely seeing him, he must be the son of a prominent man in the city. He collected the wine instead.

"Hey, girl, you've drunk, and I don't think you need this. Get yourself up and go to your fuckin' home, okay?"

Those of his words were like magic. He spoke gently, but that is not what I needed right now. I can process how Zain was handling me on the bed, and I needed more of those hands, those hugs, those kisses right now. That's the sweetest sex I’ve ever had.

"Are you available?" I asked suddenly.

"Available for what?" he asked, looking confused at what I just said.

I moved closer to him to whisper, "To screw me, I need that right now. How much is your money? You can take my credit card and take off your charges." I said this, and I could feel his touch immediately on my hand when I wanted to fall.

"I know those words are not coming from you but the influence of what you just drank."

"No, I'm not drunk. Smell my mouth," I said as I moved my mouth toward his mouth. But the only thing I felt was his lips touching mine, and I felt the biggest feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. If his lips can taste more than the wine I just drank, what will his dick look like?

"You must be slut. I don't do this. I'm sorry," he said as he left me standing, looking cowardly.

I've drunk, and I could feel the huge. I cannot resist this, and I hope Zain is here. He can take me home.

All eyes were on me, though people were dancing and enjoying their moment, so nobody really had my time.

"Do you mean what you said? I'm James. And what is your name?" I looked back, and I could see he was the man I mistakenly kissed.

"Yes, I'm serious. I can pay you any amount."

"I don't need your money. I'm already rich. Let’s just count this as fun."

"Oh, that's okay. I'm Skyler," I said as I jumped on him. He must be a strong man, and immediately he carried me. My focus was on his lips. I couldn't forget how sweet and manipulative they were.