CHAPTER 5
Nelly POV
"That damn woman, she thinks she can ruin my day and get me fired on the spot", I said, pacing in our dressing room raging inside.
"Damn her and damn her money. Just because she has the money doesn't mean she can go around bullying everybody".
"Nelly you have to calm down", sugar said behind me.
"Calm down? Did you just tell me to calm down? I almost lost my job because of her and all you tell me is I should calm down", I retorted.
"This is not the first or second time she will be doing this to me. That was why she insisted I be the one to serve her. Never knew she got some plans up her sleeves." I snared.
"One day, just one day, if we ever crossed paths, I promised to pay her back full-time. She will regret this", I said with venom in my voice.
It was at this point I heard my manager's voice.
"Nelly Mr Wilson wants you in his office".
"Sir, is there a problem? Did I do something wrong? I asked, worry dripping from my voice and written all over my face.
"I don't know Nelly. Don't keep him waiting", he patted me on the back and left.
I looked at Sugar, and she whispered "you'll be alright" before leaving, too.
Walking towards the office I tried calming my breathing and fixing my expression.
"You called for me, Sir." I said immediately as I walked into the office.
He looked up at me, and I think I saw some emotions in those sea-blue eyes before they disappeared.
What were those? Why was he staring at me like that?
Then it clicked: this was the man I had a one-night stand with.
OMG, why did he call for me now? Is it about what transpired a few minutes ago or about that night? I don't even know what I'd say if he brought that up.
I was still lost in thoughts when I heard him asked.
"Are you free tonight"
"Sir," I muttered, staring at him in shock. Why's he asking me that? Does he want to sleep with me again?, I thought somewhat annoyed inside.
"I asked if you were free ton…."
"I'm not some slut Sir", I cut him off not waiting for him to finish. If you want to warm up your bed tonight then you should find your way to a bar or something.
"Well I didn't say I want to sleep with you did I?" He asked staring at me in amusement.
"Look I just want to have a harmless conversation with you that's all", he said.
I don't know why but I said yes.
"I would be finishing my shift by 7", I said to him and left immediately.
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It was 7pm already. I stepped out of the restaurant, and then I saw Jason waiting for me outside.
He hasn't seen me yet so I used that opportunity in checking him out. He has sea-blue eyes, which I kind of love. A deep black silky hair that falls back on his shoulders and a chiseled jaw. He looks so handsome and hot with those long straight legs.
Looking down at his legs I was getting so kind of nasty images forming in my head. I shake my head to get those images out.
Looking back up I saw he was now staring at me with a smirk on his face.
"Checking me out", he asked as he stepped towards me. I immediately felt hot on my face. I was embarrassed.
"No…I was…I was…" I stuttered, bowed my head, and then scurried away.
That was embarrassing I thought as I stared at the cars moving on the road. Our restaurant is located on the main road and we get a lot of customers coming and going.
"Where are we going to, Sir?" I asked as he stood beside me.
"First of you'll have to stop calling me Sir. I'd rather you call me by my name", he said, staring at me.
"I want us to take a walk. I'm not familiar with this place. So I would love to look around". I nodded following his lead.
"I saw the way you defended yourself out there and I must give you a thumbs up not everyone would stand up for themselves like you did", he said.
"You're not annoyed?" I asked shocked by his words.
"Why should I be? It's not like you did something wrong. I was pissed off myself when I found out she was trying to frame you".
"Wow, and I was anxious the whole time. Here I was thinking you wanted to fire me or something when you called me into your office".
"No, I wouldn't do that. On the contrary, I'm just curious to know why?".
"Why what?, I questioned.
He stopped and stared at me. "Why you're working at the brothel when you already have a job as a waitress?".
I swallowed hard. I didn't want to talk about it. "It's a personal issue".
"Well, I want to know. I feel like there's more to this like you've an important reason for doing this. I just feel that's not your lifestyle", he said I could hear the sincerity in his voice.
I decided to let him in. "I'm doing this for my grandma. She has cancer and needs to undergo surgery. The surgery costs a huge amount of money, and unfortunately, I have nobody to help. I dropped out of school to work for the money but the waitress job wasn't paying enough. I had to find a means to gather the money somehow; then I started by sleeping with men for money". I said all in one breath.
Silence settled in as we continued walking the cool breeze blowing on our skin.
"That's heartbreaking", he said.
"Tell me about it. It's almost as if I'm dreaming", I said.
"Well, you're not the only one having problems. I'm in a tight situation as well".
"You are?" I asked in disbelief. "What kind of problem will a billionaire probably have that can't be solved in a twinkle of an eye", I smiled.
He suddenly stopped walking and stared at me. I turned looking at him with my brows raised in question. "Why did you stop?".
"I have a proposal for you?", he said.
"A proposal?".
"Marry me", he blurted out.
I stared, my eyes wide open at what he just said. Is he pulling my legs or something?
Nelly's POV "Marry him," he said as if he were suggesting something as casual as ordering a cup of coffee."Sir, come again, please," I demanded, my brows furrowing as I struggled to process his words. "You said…?""I said you should marry—"“I heard you clearly,” I snapped, interrupting him. "I'm just trying to understand why you would suggest something as serious as marriage. Why would I marry you?" I gestured between us, my voice rising slightly. "And how would that solve either of our problems?"His jaw clenched, his gaze shifting away. The air between us turned heavy."I'm being forced to marry someone I don't want to," he admitted, his voice quieter, shoulders tense."Forced?" I echoed, confusion twisting in my mind. Why would a grown man be forced into marriage?"So, you want a contract, wife?" I asked, carefully choosing my words. He was my boss, after all—I had to tread carefully."Don't you think it’s best to stand firm in your decision not to marry her? Or better yet, fin
"Did you just call me a bitch? Look in the mirror and ask yourself who really fits that title—you or me?" I shot back, my voice laced with disgust as I wiped my stinging cheek.Candice smirked, crossing her arms. "You know you owe me," she said, her voice dripping with mockery."Who is this… lowlife?" another woman beside her asked, eyeing me like I was something she scraped off her shoe.I rolled my eyes. Birds of a feather do flock together."Remember the girl I told you about? The one who ruined my dress at the restaurant?" Candice sneered. "Well, here she is."My fingers curled into fists at my sides. A small crowd had gathered, whispering and watching. It felt like déjà vu—another public humiliation, another moment where Candice played the victim while I was made to look like the villain."Accusing and harassing people must be your favorite pastime," I said, my voice steady despite the heat rising in my face. "I didn’t ruin your dress and you know it. You knocked my hands away on
Jason’s POVA WEEK AGO“Honey,” my father said gently, setting down his cutlery. “Remember, we invited him here for lunch. Let’s not turn this into a business discussion.”“Business discussion?” My mother’s voice shot up, disbelief written all over her face. “You call me caring about my son’s love life a business conversation?”“Love life?” I scoffed, gripping my fork tightly before slamming it onto the plate. The sound clattered through the dining room. “Mom, let’s be real—you don’t care about my love life. You never have.”Her lips pressed into a thin line, but I wasn’t done.“It’s always about business with you,” I continued, my voice rising. “Every decision you make for me isn’t about my happiness—it’s about the company. It always has been.”“Jason,” she warned, her tone sharp.“Don’t tell me how to speak,” I cut in coldly. “You’re the one pushing me to the edge.”She exhaled slowly, composing herself. “Alright then, tell me. What exactly is wrong with Diana? Why can’t you just st
CHAPTER 9Jason’s POV"I didn't invite you here," I said, striding toward the kitchen, my patience already wearing thin.Diana followed me, her heels clicking against the floor. "I called you several times, but you didn’t pick up," she whined. "Since you were ignoring me, I figured I’d surprise you."I scoffed, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. "A surprise? Or an ambush?" I twisted off the cap and took a sip, ignoring the way she was eyeing me like we were still something."This place hasn't changed a bit," she murmured, running her fingers over the edge of the couch. Then her gaze settled on me, her eyes softening. "It still feels like home."I clenched my jaw. "That’s funny, because you lost the right to call this place home a long time ago."Her expression faltered for a second before she plastered on a smile. "Jason, come on," she purred, taking a slow step toward me. "Don’t be like that.""Don't come closer," I warned, my voice low.She paused, pouting. "Why
CHAPTER 10“Auntie!” I gasped, stopping in my tracks as I stepped into Grandma’s hospital room. My heart thumped hard against my chest. I hadn’t expected to see my late father’s sister here—she rarely visited.She turned, offering me a small, strained smile. “Yes, dear. I was going to call you,” she said, opening her arms. “Come here.”I hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping into her embrace. Her familiar scent—something like lavender and old books—wrapped around me, but there was a stiffness in her hold that didn’t go unnoticed.Pulling away, I turned to Grandma, whose wrinkled yet warm face softened when she saw me. “Grandma,” I breathed, bending to hug her frail frame. Her hands trembled slightly as she patted my back.“You two were talking before I came in,” I said, straightening up. My eyes flicked between them, catching the unspoken exchange between them. “What was it about?”“It was nothing,” Auntie said quickly, but the way she averted her gaze told me otherwise
Jason led me into the house, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. I tried not to stiffen under his touch, but my heart was already racing. The place was massive—polished floors, gold chandeliers, and expensive artwork hanging on the walls. It screamed wealth and power, making me feel like an outsider."Relax," Jason murmured close to my ear, his voice low and smooth. "Just follow my lead."Easier said than done.We stepped into the dining room, and I instantly felt the weight of their stares. His mother, a striking woman with cold, piercing eyes, sat at the head of the table. She barely masked her disapproval as her gaze swept over me. Jason’s father, broad-shouldered with a commanding presence, observed me with quiet calculation.Jason pulled out a chair for me, his fingers brushing against mine as I sat down. I tried not to react, but the warmth of his touch lingered."Mother, Father," Jason said, his voice calm but firm. "Meet my wife, Nelly."I forced a polite smile. The wor
The cool breeze slipped through the open car window, brushing gently across my face as we drove down the quiet road. I leaned back into the seat, resting my head on the headrest, letting my eyes flutter shut for a moment.But I couldn’t escape my thoughts.His parents clearly didn’t approve of me. That much was obvious from the moment I stepped into their house. His mother looked at me like I was dirt on her designer shoes. His father didn’t say much, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes—he didn’t think I belonged.They probably had high hopes for that other woman Jason refused to marry. The one with the rich family and polished manners. Someone from their world.But if she’s such a perfect match, then why was Jason so against marrying her?I hesitated before speaking, afraid of overstepping. But I needed to know.“Your parents…” I said softly, glancing at him. “They don’t like me.”Jason didn’t even look at me. His eyes stayed fixed on the road. “Don’t worry about that.”My chest t
JASON’S POVAm I being too hard on her? On myself?I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers. My mind was a mess—no structure, no calm. Just thoughts spinning, tugging me in a dozen directions.What did Nelly say that day again? Something about my mom warning her. I didn’t even let her finish before brushing her off.God. I should’ve listened.She looked hurt. No, more than hurt—disappointed. I hate that I caused that.And yet, every time I feel something real between us, every time I get too close, my mind drags me back to the past like chains around my neck.I can’t risk it again. That’s why I gave her those damn rules. I had to set boundaries. Protect both of us.But maybe I went too far.Snap! Snap!"Hey, Kobo for your thoughts, man?" Dave waved his fingers in front of my face before crashing into the chair opposite me.I gave him a side-eye. "Must you snap like that?""You were zoning out like a ghost," he grinned. "I thought you'd left thi
NELLY'S POVSome questions aren’t meant to be answered—especially when the answer rips open a wound you’ve spent your whole life pretending didn’t exist.“Where are your parents?”The question hit me like a slap. Mr. Wilson’s voice was calm, almost casual, but his eyes? They were drilling holes straight through me.I froze, my hand clenching around my fork under the table. I blinked at the food on my plate but suddenly couldn’t tell rice from vegetables.“My parents…” I began, but my voice trailed off, thin and shaky.From across the table, Diana snorted. “Cat got your tongue?” Her voice was sweet poison. “He asked about your parents, dear. Or don’t you have any?”I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump rising in my throat.“I… I lost them when I was little,” I finally said, staring down at my plate. “Raised by my grandparents.”Silence.Not even the clink of a spoon.I hated talking about this—because how do you explain missing people you never really knew? My memories were made up o
Nelly’s POVI don’t know why my stomach won’t stop churning.The mansion stood tall and intimidating under the evening sky, its perfectly trimmed hedges and glowing windows a reminder that I didn’t belong here. Not really. Not in their world of luxury, old money, and sharp tongues hidden behind polite smiles.Jason parked the car, killing the engine in silence. For a moment, neither of us moved. The tension had followed us from the apartment, clinging to the air like perfume.He finally looked at me. “You okay?”I forced a smile. “I’m fine.”That was a lie.I wasn’t fine.Not with the knot twisting in my chest, or the pit in my stomach that told me tonight wasn’t just a dinner—it was a test.He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek for a beat longer than necessary.“We go in together,” he said firmly.I nodded. “Together.”We walked up to the front door, my heels clicking softly on the marble steps. When it opened, I was met wi
Nelly's POVTWO DAYS LATERThe last two days had been peaceful—no drama, no awkward silences. Just soft mornings, warm dinners, and shared looks across the table that made my heart flutter. But tonight? Tonight would be different.We were heading to dinner at Jason’s parents’ place.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the hundredth time. Not too flashy, not too plain. Just the right amount of “fake wife” mixed with “respectable daughter-in-law.”“Nelly!” Jason’s voice echoed from downstairs.“Coming!” I called back, grabbing my handbag and hurrying out.When I reached the living room, he was already by the door, keys in hand. He didn’t even look at me.“You took long enough,” he muttered, turning the knob.My smile dropped. A compliment would’ve been nice. Hell, even a smirk. But no, classic Jason—cool and distant.Still, I followed him out. The evening air brushed against my skin as we stepped into the car. I couldn’t help sneaking glances at him while he drove. T
Nelly’s POVThe faint clatter of pans woke me.At first, I thought it was a dream—one of those soft, fleeting ones you don’t want to end. But the scent of something buttery and warm floated down the hallway, and I realized it was real.I rubbed my eyes, wrapped my robe tighter, and padded out of the room.The apartment was quiet, hushed like the early moments before a city fully wakes up. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting gold stripes across the walls. I followed the smell toward the kitchen, heart thudding—half from curiosity, half from last night’s still-lingering emotions.Jason was there.Shirtless. Barefoot. Frying eggs.I stopped at the entrance, my fingers gripping the edge of the doorway. He hadn’t noticed me yet.His back was to me, muscles shifting with every movement, and his hair was tousled—like he’d run his hands through it a thousand times overnight. There was a tiredness in the slope of his shoulders, but his movements were careful, almost... thoughtful.He
Nelly’s POVThe clock ticked louder than usual. I sat on the edge of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around my knees. The breakfast I made had gone cold hours ago, untouched. I didn’t even have the strength to clear it from the table.All I could think about was her—Diana.Her smug face. Her words.And Jason… walking out like I didn’t deserve answers.I waited.And waited.The sky turned orange, then grey.And finally, the door creaked open.Jason stepped in, loosening his tie like nothing had happened. He paused when he saw me sitting there, arms still folded, eyes locked on him like fire."You’re back," I said flatly.He gave a nod, ran a hand through his hair, and dropped his keys on the counter. "Yeah."“Do you have
Nelly’s POV“Gregg… Gregg… Gregg…”That damn alarm again. I groaned, reaching blindly for the clock on the nightstand and smacking it silent."Why did I even forget to turn it off? Or maybe I should just throw the damn thing away," I muttered, dragging myself out of the cozy bed. I hadn’t needed an alarm since moving in here. No more running to the restaurant. No more brothel. Just this quiet house, this new life that still felt too shiny to touch.I freshened up, fixed the bed, and took a slow walk around the room—my room.It was beautiful. Creamy walls. Huge windows that poured in sunlight like a blessing. A bed big enough for four Emilys. A bookshelf full of books Jason probably hadn’t touched. A vanity that looked like it belonged to a Hollywood starlet.Everything screamed money, class, and comfort.And for a second, I just stood there… soaking it in."This can't be my life," I whispered.But it was.I pulled my thoughts together and made my way to the kitchen. Maybe I’d cook br
Nelly's POVI watched him as he ate.The flickering chandelier light danced across Jason’s face, softening his usual sharp features. He didn’t speak much, but he kept reaching for more, tasting every dish like it was some gourmet feast.The silence wasn’t awkward—it was calming. Comfortable.A part of me couldn’t believe I made him a meal. A whole spread, actually. And he was enjoying it.I took a bite of the pepperoni pizza and let the crispy crust and gooey cheese distract me for a moment. My eyes kept drifting back to him though, and before I realized it, I was studying him again.He looked relaxed now—so different from the cold CEO I’d been dealing with lately. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair had that messy, just-showered look that made him even more distracting.But
JASON’S POVAm I being too hard on her? On myself?I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers. My mind was a mess—no structure, no calm. Just thoughts spinning, tugging me in a dozen directions.What did Nelly say that day again? Something about my mom warning her. I didn’t even let her finish before brushing her off.God. I should’ve listened.She looked hurt. No, more than hurt—disappointed. I hate that I caused that.And yet, every time I feel something real between us, every time I get too close, my mind drags me back to the past like chains around my neck.I can’t risk it again. That’s why I gave her those damn rules. I had to set boundaries. Protect both of us.But maybe I went too far.Snap! Snap!"Hey, Kobo for your thoughts, man?" Dave waved his fingers in front of my face before crashing into the chair opposite me.I gave him a side-eye. "Must you snap like that?""You were zoning out like a ghost," he grinned. "I thought you'd left thi
The cool breeze slipped through the open car window, brushing gently across my face as we drove down the quiet road. I leaned back into the seat, resting my head on the headrest, letting my eyes flutter shut for a moment.But I couldn’t escape my thoughts.His parents clearly didn’t approve of me. That much was obvious from the moment I stepped into their house. His mother looked at me like I was dirt on her designer shoes. His father didn’t say much, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes—he didn’t think I belonged.They probably had high hopes for that other woman Jason refused to marry. The one with the rich family and polished manners. Someone from their world.But if she’s such a perfect match, then why was Jason so against marrying her?I hesitated before speaking, afraid of overstepping. But I needed to know.“Your parents…” I said softly, glancing at him. “They don’t like me.”Jason didn’t even look at me. His eyes stayed fixed on the road. “Don’t worry about that.”My chest t