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Chapter 3

Phoebe's POV

I could feel him watching me, he took a strand of hair that was on my face and placed it behind my ear, I felt the touch of his hands on my face as my eyes were closed.

Guess I hated the wrong guy after all, he was so sweet after meeting him under a different circumstance I think he's a good guy.

It wasn't long before we both drifted into the dreamland.

THE NEXT MORNING

I gently opened my eyes, I felt much better than last night, I was still in the arms of my prince charming and he was still asleep, giving me a chance to stare at him all I wanted.

Looking at him for just a few minutes I'm already tempted to touch his sharp jawline and his pointed beak, but just then his phone rings, and I avert my attention to see who is calling.

I see a contact saved "Madam escort", what does he have to do with an escort? Immediately my countenance changed into a frown.

Before I could turn my eyes back to him he was awake, and he looked at me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said as he jerked up to kiss my forehead.

"Good morning," I said dryly, because before now I wanted to rip him apart, why am I being bothered by his personal life? oh, how stupid I can be, there isn't even a name to what we have here, and this is the second time we are meeting out of coincidence.

Maybe I should learn to control how I feel, so it doesn't spoil things for me.

I hope he is also feeling the way I'm feeling, or else all this might end after now.

I leaned back on the bed using my right arm to support myself to stay up.

He does the same with a smile, his smile like that of an innocent baby, "How are you feeling this morning?" He asks.

"I feel good, as you can see," I said, smiling back.

"Thank goodness, I prayed you'd feel better this morning, I'm sorry if I made you do anything you didn't want to last night" he apologizes.

What the fuck is he even talking about, is he forgetting I puked on him yesterday? " I'm the one who should be apologizing here because I stressed you, I puked on you and made you clean me up," I said, cringing from the realization of what I did.

"It's nothing, if I can't take care of my beauty what can I do?" He asks, I can't help but think that this guy is a womanizer, the way he sounds, the way he talks, his gestures and he also got rizz.

"So what is your name?" I ask before I forget again, there's no way I could leave here without knowing what his name was.

"My name is Ethan" he replies, "what's yours beauty?" He asks with a smirk plastered on his face.

"My name is Phoebe," I reply.

"Wow, nice name looks good on you," he praises me.

"Yours looks good on you too," I say, I don't miss the strange look on his face but he brushes it off.

Immediately my eye fell on the tattoo on his chest, on his right breast.

I don't even know when I touched it, I realize I'm touching him when I'm trying to pull my hand and he holds my hand back and places it back on his chest, the tattoo was too attractive to look away from.

"What's that?" I ask since he is holding down my hand, "I drew it when I was seventeen, My Grandmom died when I was seventeen"

"Oh sorry," I say, expressing my feelings.

"It's nothing, let's talk about you, why were those guys taking you yesterday?" He asks, reminding me that I was being dragged like a sack of potatoes yesterday.

Something in me was protesting if I should tell him or not, but it was obvious I needed help if anything happened to me my siblings would have to suffer, and that's the last thing I wanted to happen, I decided to tell him maybe he might be able to help me out after all he doesn't seem like a bad guy and he looks like someone who has plenty of money, how is gold digger spelled again because that's my name from now on.

"My father owes their Boss $650,000 for gambling debts, and his currently doing time in prison because he was caught with drugs, their boss insisted I pay off my father's debts I have been paying with my wages but it's not enough and I have other responsibilities to take care of," I say taking my gaze down.

"I see you need help, what are the other responsibilities you meant in your statement?" He inquired.

"Well, I'll appreciate it if you don't bother asking," I pleaded.

"It's alright, what about your mother, I hope you don't mind me asking"

"Well she went away a long time ago, I have a shitty background I don't want to go into details," I said almost breaking down.

He quickly held my arm, trying to console me, "Well I don't mind, I like you already and I'm willing to help if you let me, if you're willing to sign an employment contract with me for 5 years you'll be able to pay off your father's debts in a short time and also take care of the other responsibilities you were referring to."

"Employment contract?" I exclaim, that sounds nice and at the same time, it sounds scary. Why is a contract involved with the employment and what exactly does he want from me?

Well, I'm willing to take risks to get those bad guys off my neck but this risk is not looking nice.

"I'll be making you my executive secretary and that's not a position to obtain easily so you need to sign a contract for such a crucial position," he says, his voice demanding yet authoritative.

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