The contract with breathtaking benefits

Tasha slammed the front door shut, breathing heavily as she sat on the bare floor. 

Why would he chase her with a car? 

Mrs Rowan walked up to her, which made her bolt. 

" Is something wrong? " she stared at her with suspicion. 

Tasha looked at her mother, feeling abashed, stood up to her feet and walked away. 

A few minutes later, she heard a familiar voice at the door. Zoey stood by the door, hands filled with a grocery bag. 

" You look like a chicken drenched in water"

Tasha turned her face away in shame, and Zoey dumped the grocery bag on the side of the bed, moving closer to her until she noticed a considerable amount of drops on the sheets. 

Her eyes swarmed with tears as it ran down her cheeks. " I sincerely thought we were getting married this year" she sniffled her runny nose out loudly. Zoey offered her shoulders and she leaned her head on it. 

" I knew he was up to no good, the unnecessary rules were the hook" Zoey growled, eyes burning with anger while she patted the back of a crying Tasha. The thought of not knowing any of his family members dawned on her, the restrictions. 

Hell! She doesn't even know his social media accounts. It was that bad that they had been together for a whole three years and nothing to show for it. 

" Maybe it's my fault, I never let him touch me.. "

" Oh please, I dump guys after a date or two. Who dumps girls for that reason any ways? He was just dumb. " Zoey cuts in. 

Though, Tasha knew she deserved better, she still felt guilty. The late night calls and texts, she has probably been a nuisance to him. 

" He hits you remember? If I had not gone to teach him the best lesson of his life, you don't want to think of how you might have turned out. Probably in a coma. " Zoey swore. 

Jesse gave Tasha a black eye for touching his tableware, thereby breaking it. She came home and her mother had raised an alarm, calling Zoey, who came in an instant. Zoey had fumed heartbroken, and marched to Jesse to give him the best beating of his life, since they could not report it to the police, as it was a secret they wanted to keep from Mrs Rowan. 

" That was when he started acting up, you know" Zoey stared at Tasha in disbelief, unsure of what Tasha had meant with her utterance. 

" You mean I caused all of this? " Zoey recoiled from her, rising to her feet and moving backwards gently. 

" You think I would stand and watch you getting all punched up by that loser? I'm your sister and best friend " she batted her lashes, fighting back tears, and squeezed her eyes shut and continued. 

" You're too blind to see, contact me when you get over him" she opened the door and slammed it shut right behind her. 

Tasha hurried to catch up with her, calling her name repeatedly, but Zoey was gone. 

Maybe she shouldn't have said what she said. 

Tasha slid down the walls with her head in between her thighs and wept profusely. 

... 

Tasha arrived at the clubhouse only to receive the news that she had been fired. 

What? 

She dragged herself along to Biggie's office, demanding what reasons he had to fire her, but was debarred by his security men. Frustrated, she left, and stood outside staring at the clubhouse when someone whispered in her ears, "Miss Tasha Rowan? "

It was the guy who was in charge of pressing charges against her; the pervert guy secretary or bodyguard. He had requested a meeting and she thought the venue would have been a cafe or a restaurant. 

She stood in front of a giant hotel, mesmerized at the beautifully sculpted structures. Her jaw wide open enough for five spoonfuls of scooped ice cream. 'This should be one of the seven wonders of the world' she thought aloud, thus making the man who had escorted her from a sports car laugh at her naivety. 

Arriving at a penthouse, she knew it was no longer a dream, but then she pinched herself. She wondered what the pervert wanted to discuss here. Immediately, her instinct goddess swung into action. 

Pervert!! 

In this enclosed space? 

Why didn't she think of this before? 

She was busy tantalizing over the hotel's beauty and serenity.

" Welcome " A man in his thirties said, bringing her back to reality. The man whom she had assaulted, an experience which made her swore not to get drunk in public ever again. 

"Ethan Barber? " she asked him, and he nodded in affirmation. 

The table was decorated with different types of food, deserts and fruits and this made Tasha salivate, an action which amused Ethan. 

" You can dig in", he whispered, and Tasha gave him a sidelined look. 

" You should kill me honorably not poison" she asserted, expressing her disappointment. 

Ethan picked up a fork and ate a little, showing her that she had nothing to fear. 

" Eat and then we talk" he said, walking away. 

.. 

She had had her fill of the food, signaling to a maid who had been on standby to call on Ethan. She was ushered to another room instead. 

Ethan sat comfortably on a sofa and in a somewhat self-meditation room. She took the seat in front of him as she rubbed her stuffed belly. 

" If I wasn't well to do, you would have distorted my face", Ethan busted, and Tasha shifted to her seat uncomfortably. He continued, "The accumulated cost for my face reconstruction is one million, which you have to pay for damages. "

Shocked, Tasha's face went blank. 

"One million? ", she struggled to say as she nimbled her finger tips on her lips. 

She adjusted her sitting posture awaiting Ethan's answer. 

He should have just poisoned her instead. 

" Exactly, one million. I have another option for you to choose. it's either you pay one million or you work part time for me. "

"Part time?? "

" Yes, you work part time for me and I'll pay you"

Tasha twitched her lips at the sound of PAY. She gave him a dirty look, " And how much is at stake?"

"Seven million"

Tasha gasped, "that was a whole lot of money. "

She had never smelled one million in her life and now has a part-time job of, Seven million! 

That was suspicious, she stared at him in a criminal-like manner. Tilted eyes, pursed lips and her hands carved out a portrait while she looked at him with scrutiny. 

" What does it entails? I sure have a job" she finally demanded. 

" You just have to be there, trust me it won't clash with your job" Ethan assured. 

A middle aged woman appeared before her with two others, who dragged her to a room while she struggled with them. An hour passed and they were done. 

She looked at herself in the mirror and realized she was all dolled up. 

She appeared before Ethan, who stood up immediately upon seeing her, and gestured for her to take a seat. 

"She looks exactly like her" , the maids murmured among themselves, an action of theirs which caused Ethan to command them to disperse. 

Ethan looked at her in awe, swallowed an invisible lump in his throat, thereby clearing his throat, " You look beautiful, I never knew your size could be this sexy"

As much as the comment sounded sexist in her ears, Tasha loved being complimented, though she she rubbed her butt a few times on her seat. The dress was too tight. She could barely breathe properly. 

Ethan continued, " Your accommodation, feeding and transportation will all be taken care of, you'll be given a car, a chauffeur and a black card in which you must spend as much as you want. All of this in just three months"

"You'll be given a new name, a new career , a new body shape and a new face as you can see"

"You only have clauses like gyms and gynecologist and doctor's appointment which you must not miss"

This was life changing, just like an undercover agent taking up a new identity. Maybe that was just what she wanted to do; an undercover agent was the only excuse for all these benefits. She opened her mouth to talk, but nothing came out of them. 

" There is one thing though, you can NEVER fall in love as this will only breach the contract and result in serious consequences. No Sex, No Love. You can read more in the paper work being given to you"

The man who had brought her to the hotel earlier handed a paper work over to her. 

" What exactly am I being hired to do? " Tasha asked desperately. 

" To be a seductress, you are going to seduce the wealthiest man in this state. Lucas Quinn. "