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Shame

Michelle Donnelly had not seen the client who was standing care freely beside her all this time she had fired her sharp tongue at Mrs. Penny, if she had known he was in the room, she would never have been rashed with her actions.

"Oh! I apologize, I had not seen you had a visitor, Mrs. Penelope. I guess I shall excuse you both then," Michelle said.

She was as flushed as a fresh tomato, freshly plucked from the tree. She stole a quick glance at the man, and when she noticed the man had her gaze on hers, she did not put down her eyes.

She was bent on being bold, on portraying that aspect of his life as much as it will help her be tough as she faces the world.

The first thing that caught her attention was the deep hue of black hair that covered the man's head. He was clad in an expensive dark suit, fashionably cut, and those shoes he wore, black and well polished spoke that he was born and bred in wealth.

She turned her head and started towards the door. She stopped when Mrs. Penny spoke to her.

"Michelle Donnelly, what the devil is wrong with you?" Mrs. Penny asked.

Slowly, Michelle turned around to face the lady that was now a matron to her, she looked up to her for her livelihood, she needs the money more than ever.

"I was clear when I said I wasn't going to be an Angel for Mr. Gilbert," she said roughly.

Mrs. Penelope took a breath and steadied herself before she shot out what she had meant to say all along before the fuse had aroused her temporal silence.

"Well then, that is quite suited, let me introduce you to Mr. Harold Thompson, you will be his Angel for one week, then, and that is final," Penelope shot out and slammed her hands heavily on the table.

Penelope was silent for a moment, she didn't know why she was silent all of a sudden. She eyed Harold in bewilderment, and then, at Mrs. Penny, when she had taken enough of the sight, she walked away from the room, silently closing the door behind her.

Michelle Donnelly walked into her office and wasn't surprised when Harold followed her inside the little confined study she called her office.

It was there she evaluated her own clients, she judged then if they were capable of paying for her services or not.

Harold was most pleased by the charade the lady displayed.

He closed the door and leaned lazily behind it.

"For the best Angel in Nightstorm, I must say you have a very strong attitude for walking out on your client," Harold said sharply.

Michelle ignored the man's attempt at sarcasm.

"I am not available for a week. The highest I am willing to go with you is for four days. Besides, I hope you know my rules," Michelle stuttered.

She didn't know why she was faltering before this man, but his mere presence made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Your rules? what is that," Harold asked lightly amused now.

"Payment first before we engage on this, no sex, and that is it," Michelle shot out instantly.

Harold hadn't come here to look for a sex partner, he wasn't interested in those activities now, what he was interested the most in was proving to his father that he was at least engaged to a lady.

He walked lazily towards Michelle and stood in front of her, he watched with delight as she lifted her head slightly so that she could pair her eyes with his.

She was about 5'4 cm, which was a vast opposite of Harold who was 6'2 cm.

Using the tip of his index finger and his thumb, he grabbed the lady's chin in them, pulling it upward. His voice was rash as he spoke to her.

"That happens to be good because I have no intention of making love to you," Harold shot out.

For a second, if he hadn't been holding on to the lady lightly, she would have collapsed from the pressure of his hard glares.

Michelle was momentarily disturbed by the man's remark, she had been disappointed because she has been the one who always savored the look of disbelief in the man's eyes she had worked with in the past.

The good part of why they always choose her is because of her eloquence, how she could pass for one's paramour without even blinking an eye to the fact that it is being fake.

Michelle Donnelly had been an Angel for three years now, she has worked since she was twenty, and now, she is proud of what she has achieved so far.

"What is the occasion in which you need me for, Mr. Thompson?" Michelle asked as she felt the man's hands slip past hers immediately.

She knew at that moment that this story wasn't going to end well.

Harold braced himself that he could continue with this insane plan he had sought to follow a few weeks ago, he knew that when he set up for something, he has to get it and fast.

"What I want is for you to okay the part of my engaged lover," Harold said simply.

He frowned as realization dawned on Michelle's face.

"What the fuck! Mr. Thompson..." she stuttered, but her words faltered when he cut her short with his words.

"Please, call me Harold. I am willing to pay your fee, miss, I promise you shall lack nothing at all, and you shall be under my care," he said and looked genuinely serious.

Something inside Michelle clasped tightly, she was dreading on thin ice accepting this offer.

"The last time I was taken off to act as a man's fake lover, I was almost married without my consent one fine morning of the charade," Michelle said memories flashing briefly into her head.

She had been forced to flee that morning leaving all her possessions in Vegas. She doesn't plan on doing that again.

Smiling, Harold literally sounds her tale amusing. She was well beyond rage.

"I promise you wouldn't suffer the same fate with me, Michelle Donnelly, I promise," Harold said, acting like he heard those sort of things every now and then.

Michelle flinched knowing this was a bad idea.

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