Never Fall in Love With Him(4)

7

Benjamin didn't show any abnormalities all morning.

This made me a little nervous, and I wondered if he had read my plan.

This afternoon, he asked me to accompany him to golf.

When we arrived at the court, he suddenly decided not to use the caddie there and designated me as his caddie.

To be Benjamin's woman, I had studied golf, so it was natural for me to know how to be a caddie.

But why should I do this?

Oh, right. He was my boss.

When I took the heavy bag from the caddie under the scorching sun, I saw Benjamin smirking. It was a smirk that he would reveal only when he was satisfied.

He had already read the plan, and this was his punishing.

So for the next few hours, I walked around like a pug, picking up and throwing the golf ball over and over again...

Mikael, who was playing golf with him, complimented, "Ms. Larouche, you are so capable. I doubt that there is anything you don't know in the world."

Benjamin glanced at me with a faint smile. "She knows too much."

No matter how I looked at it, it sounded like he meant something else.

Was he dissatisfied with my proposal?

Or did he think I was being too greedy?

While I was feeling uneasy, Benjamin and Mikael had already gotten on the electric golf cart to return.

I also wanted to sit down and rest my feet, but Benjamin stopped me. "Ms. Larouche, you don't need to take the golf cart."

What?

I looked at him in confusion.

"I think you are too energetic. Instead of using it on something you shouldn't worry about, you'd better walk and get rid of some of your energy."

Benjamin smiled and motioned for the caddie to drive.

I could only watch the golf cart move away.

Damn it!

After an hour of walking, I was exhausted as I finally staggered out of the field.

Benjamin's car was already long gone.

He left me alone on the field in the wilderness.

At this time, the desire to make a fortune through Benjamin completely turned into a curse on him.

He deserved to be unable to have true love!

Forget the 1.5 million dollars!

I would no longer serve such an unpredictable, petty, vindictive, and stingy man!

Suit himself then!

I opened the taxi-hailing app with grievances and sadly found that there were no taxis nearby.

Because people who could afford golf wouldn't take a taxi at all.

I went limp by the roadside and wanted to cry.

It was getting darker.

I remembered that I was left behind like this back then as well.

From then on, I swore to be a woman with solutions.

Since I was not a princess, I didn't want a prince to save me.

It was not like there wasn't any bus here.

After a long walk, I finally saw the nearest bus stop sign.

And Benjamin's car was parked on the roadside.

Was he waiting for me?

I stared blankly at the rear door window, which slowly rolled down, revealing Benjamin's expressionless face.

"Get in," he said.

Making one suffer before giving one a treat was literally a method to teach dogs a lesson.

At this moment, my spirit wanted to refuse him nobly, but my body got in the car humbly.

I was so freaking tired!

When I opened my eyes again, it was completely dark.

The car was parked in a courtyard. Adam Smith, who was the driver, had disappeared some time ago, whereas Benjamin was smoking with the window halfway down in the driver's seat. The radio was playing Death Cab for Cutie's "Someday You Will Be Loved."

"I once knew a girl in the years of my youth, with eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth..."

I couldn't see his expression, only a red tip between his fingertips flickering in the night sky.

This was an unfamiliar Benjamin, a lonely Benjamin.

There seemed to be a sense of sadness in him, which blended with the dark night. I couldn't help but want to interrupt the scene.

"Um, where is this place?"

He put out the cigarette and said, "1.5 million dollars is too much."

Huh?

I was unable to react for a moment.

Benjamin turned his head and said, "I can't give you 1.5 million dollars. If this doesn't work out, I will lose a lot of money. But while you're my girlfriend, I can pay you 45 thousand dollars a month. Think about it."

"Do I need to sleep with you?" I heard myself ask.

8

I signed a contract with Benjamin. From his female secretary, I was officially his acting girlfriend.

I quit my job, and the whole company was shocked.

They must be thinking, "A lackey like Juliette is quitting?"

They must be wondering why too...

Soon they heard the rumor that a cleaner heard me having a big fight with Benjamin in the CEO's office.

I said to Benjamin, "Yes, I love you, so I can't bear to help you deal with your mess with those women anymore."

I continued, "Do you think because I'm poorer, weaker, and not beautiful that I have no emotions? You think wrong, Benjamin!"

"I love you, and it's not shameful. At least we are equal as humans. Goodbye!"

Then, I slammed the door and bumped into the cleaner. She was close enough to see my tears.

Then everyone in the whole company knew that I had a crush on Benjamin and quit my job angrily.

But what they didn't know was that what the cleaner heard was just my pre-written script.

Benjamin had a line. He was supposed to look at me in shame after my passionate performance and say, "I didn't know that you love me..."

Then I would have said, "Now that you know it, that's enough for me."

Then, I would leave stubbornly, acting like the complex proud, yet poor Cinderella character.

But Benjamin said, "Simplicity is more suitable for your character image."

Well, he cut out his lines himself.

He acted like a spectator throughout my acting, frowning with his arms crossed and finding fault with my acting skills.

Afterward, I was very dissatisfied. I said, "To make the world believe that I'm your true love, it's not enough for me to perform alone. You have to participate. At least, you have to learn to look at me passionately."

Yet, he waved the contract in his hand. "I pay you 45 thousand dollars a month to serve me, not for you to teach me how to behave."

Well, the one who paid was the one who could decide.

Without taking into account Benjamin's uncooperative part, the first stage of my task, creating momentum, was perfectly completed.

In everyone's heart, I was deeply in love with Benjamin, and I had the image of the poor and pathetic Cinderella.

Many judged me and had mixed opinions.

Someone said, "It's just wishful thinking. Why doesn't she look at herself in the mirror? How could she covet Mr. Jarrett?"

Someone said, "I've always known Juliette was up to something. She was Mr. Jarrett's lackey, and she definitely wanted to skin Mr. Jarrett's girlfriends alive. She is really on another level."

Regardless, everyone finally reached a consensus that I asked for this myself and that I deserved this.

To be honest, as Benjamin's lackey, I knew my popularity must be bad, but I didn't expect it to be so bad.

But who cares?

I smiled evilly in my heart. Wanted to see my consequences?

Then I would make all of them shocked with my love!

9

A few days later, an entertainment article titled "Benjamin Parked in an Old Residential Area at Night, Suspected of New Lover" was on Twitter trending topic.

It was because his new lover was me, his former secretary.

That was right. I made the news myself.

Benjamin came to my shabby residential area reluctantly under my arrangement.

Following the clichéd pattern of a classic love story, he leaned against the glossy body of his Rolls-Royce parked downstairs of my house and smoked for an hour.

He looked like he was standing there waiting for someone.

Although it was an act, seeing Benjamin wait from day to night just to see me...

I still couldn't help but laugh out loud watching him stand there like it was a punishment from far away while hiding on my balcony.

Who knew Benjamin would have such a day!

I originally wanted him to stand for a while, but just one hour later, I received his message.

[Come down!]

The angrier he was, the more concise his messages would be. Evidently, an hour had made him very impatient.

I hurried downstairs and reached him. I didn't even get to read the lines I had prepared.

Benjamin was already impatiently holding me in his arms.

This action was not in the script.

I was stunned.

His embrace was not like his usual coldness as it was extremely warm.

I could even hear his heartbeat.

Then he gave an order, "Go upstairs."

Upstairs?

That wasn't in the script either. He was supposed to bring me into the car, and then we would go back to his home together. He would sleep in the bed, and I would sleep on the carpet.

But now he wanted to go to my place?

I was confused when Benjamin released me and pulled me upstairs.

When I came back to my senses, he and I were already standing in my living room.

When Bonaventure saw Benjamin, he wasn't afraid of the stranger at all. He not only smelled Benjamin's feet but also stretched out his tongue and licked him.

I was stunned.

Benjamin sneered. "The cat is his owner indeed."

I hurriedly drove Bonaventure away. Benjamin went past me and straight to my bedroom.

"My place is a little small, don't judge. Just bear with it for tonight."

Then, Benjamin just sat on my bed casually.

I was speechless.

I reminded him, "According to the contract, I do not need to sleep with you..."

He glanced at me and said, "You sleep on the couch."

I argued, "I think it's better for us to go back to your home and sleep. I have limited conditions, and it's cramped here. This is too much for you."

He responded, "It will seem like I love you if I suffer a bit for you. You can also add it to the press release that Benjamin suffers for his lover and sleep in a poor room."

I admired him as a genius for this thought. I revised the draft overnight, and after adding this clause, it seemed that Benjamin loved me even more.

Overnight, my name suddenly resounded throughout the land.

In addition, I went to a famous gossip group to post anonymously, revealing the truth that I had been secretly suppressing my feelings for Benjamin for all these years.

I mentioned that I had had a crush on Benjamin since I was in university, and after graduating, I finally became his personal secretary.

It was a hard journey for me. Seeing that he had a lot of women around him, I decided to leave him.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a drastic turn. Because of my departure, Benjamin realized that I was his true love, so he started to pursue me domineeringly, and finally, my years and years of perseverance yielded good results.

I knew that the essence of lying was in the truth. If someone wanted to investigate it, one could find that the rest of the story was true except for the romantic part between Benjamin and me.

In the romance part, I used the classic love story loved by many to convince them. This would make them trust us more and not doubt our story.

For a moment, I almost became a second Rita Wilson, who was the ideal woman as a wife for many men.

Of course, my being a humble simp angered some proud girls. They judged me for being such a weak and fragile girl.

Well, I wondered if they would forgive me if they knew this was part of my job.

Anyway, the more controversial I was, the more authentic this story was.

I tossed the monitored data to Benjamin and said proudly, "Well, what do you think? Are the 45 thousand dollars you spent on me worth it?"

Benjamin was speechless. "It's my first time seeing someone being so proud after being scolded."

If you gave me 450 thousand dollars a month, it would be fine even if they called me Anne Boleyn.