CHAPTER SEVEN

Aurora's pov

Everything that happened in Mr Quin's office came back to my mind as I stepped out heading to the elevator, I had already dialed Mr Brook's number and he told me to meet him in the company cafeteria during lunch hour.

So I basically loitered around for a while, strolling endlessly apart from the thoughts of Mr Quin’s offer until it was time to see Mr Brooks. I had already described what I was wearing and he spotted me first and called out my name.

“Miss Light!” He was rather chipper and wore a friendly demeanor. I walked over to him ignoring the eyes that had strolled towards my direction due to his loud call and I settled down in a chair next to his own.

“Looks like I got replaced fast,” he said with no Ill intent in his voice.

“I hope there are no hard feelings, I REALLY needed this job,” I said and he smiled at me kindly blissfully unaware of the desperation I was under.

“It's okay if anything I should be the one apologizing to you…” he dropped that awfully ominous statement and went to deal with his cheeseburger, relishing a big bite before turning back to me.

By that time my face was pale and lines appeared on my face and revealed distress.

“Oh, I hope I didn't scare you, Mr Quin can be really demanding but he pays very well,”

I didn't know if that was supposed to make me feel better, it didn't. But it's not like I can run away now anyways I have nowhere to run to.

Everyone I trusted and loved had betrayed me, I could either take this job or end up on the streets again.

“Mr Brooks,” I called, wanting to inquire about something.

He waved his hand before placing his fingers on my shoulder.

Oh, he was the touchy type.

I didn't immediately pull my shoulder away but I doubted that I was able to mask my displeasure. It was clear from the way he quickly pulled his hand as if he had made contact with a naked wire.

“You can just call me Simone, we're going to be seen a lot of each other while I'm showing you the wheels so it would be good to be friends, right?” He said stretching out his hand and I took it in a firm handshake.

After getting betrayed I wasn't exactly looking for friends but I could simply just indulge him as long as he was teaching me then the moment I got the ropes I would slowly distance myself away from him.

“That's good, Simon,”

The workday ended before Mr Quin showed up, he texted me to meet up in the parking lot of the company. I rushed down with an envelope in hand.

He was waiting for me, leaning against his car and seemingly staring into the distance, as approached him he turned his head to me after hearing my crisp footsteps.

“You're sweating,” he commented.

“Well, yeah…I ran down here…” I admitted bending down to catch my breath as I was lifting myself up. He handed me a handkerchief without looking at me.

I accepted it and dabbed my face.

“Thanks, Mr Quin.”

“It's Xander.”

He said, looking at me directly.

“You call me Xander after work, nobody's going to believe that way in a relationship if you call me by my last name,”

That sounded reasonable enough, I thought then held back a devious smile as I responded.

“But you don't know if I've agreed to the contract yet,”

I watched his eyes gradually grow in size.

“You're saying that you rejected my offer?” His voice tried to remain calm but I could sense a turbulence beneath the tone.

Without saying anything I handed him the envelope and he slowly took it from my hands before releasing the content, a simple sheet of paper with some printed words that could define my life if it held both of our signatures.

“So I went through the contact again and made some changes, I'm not going to work for anything less than this, Mr Quin.”

“You added a couple more zeros to my original offer,” he said with no emotion attached to his words.

“I did,” I admitted, the only reason why he was hiring me was because he needed somebody to play as his lover.

By the time the contract eventually expired I would be left alone again trying to get back on My feet, the last thing I wanted was to go back to square one again where I was homeless and miserable.

I expected him to throw the contract in my face, to call me an opportunistic, gold digger who didn't know her place.

The moments between giving him the contract and his answer felt like an eternity but when it's finally came I could not have expected it.

“I see you still kept the part about falling in love,” he still sounded amused.

“You really think you can make me fall for you?”

“Well I also didn't think that a billionaire was going to ask me to be his contract lover, so I guess that's proof enough that anything can happen,”

He didn't say anything for a while and then stretched out his fingers the ones that were not holding the document.

“Pen,” he said simply and something told me that this would become somewhat of a routine for us.

I fished out a pen from my purse and handed it to him, he went to the front of his car and placed the document on top of the envelope putting both on the car booth.

He signed without a single shred of hesitation and I felt my heart hooked in my throat.

I was so sure that he was going to reject my offer, to say that I was delirious to demand so much and yet he agreed turning around and handing the pen over to me signifying that it was my turn to sign.

I accepted the pen back from him and signed the document officially becoming his contract lover.