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Be my mistress

"Carrying your baby?", I asked finally surprised.

He leaned comfortably in the back of his chair, running his index finger and thumb in a circular motion over his slightly grown, sharp beard.

“I won’t go into too much detail, but let’s say , this will be the solution to your problems.”

I snorted at his words. Well this was simply magnificent but to him! Still I remained silent, not giving him the pleasure of looking once in his direction.

“So, what’s your answer?”, He went on.

“You want to say- what is my answer to being your mistress or having your child?”, I asked irritated.

“To both.” He answered me without any shame.

“I mean, how can you just ask me that and expect me to answer you right away?”, I rolled my eyes and then turned on my heels ready to leave.

This was all useless, senseless in fact.

"I have 50 million dollars offer on the table for you, Miss Smith. I want you to carry my child." Before I could leave again, he spoke and I nearly choked on my own saliva. I had a fleeting thought of;

What the fuck!?

The sounds that were coming out of me, now I could admittedly say, could have been mistaken for that of a pig being tickled but laughs were coming out of my mouth.

"Ex-excuse me sir," I started, when I could finally stop laughing. Not that the situation could in any way be considered funny, but it was more out of pure shock. I was more than completely baffled, a bit flabbergasted and utterly shocked. Did this well known CEO just ask me to carry his child and pay me? That honestly couldn't be right.

"What did you just say?"

"You've probably heard me fine." He took a sip of his drink. I shook my head while hysterically laughing. It felt as if that was the only thing my brain could allow my body to do.

"I'm not sure I heard you right, Mr Ethan. Because I could have sworn you just said you'd give me fifty million dollar to have your child. Please correct me if I'm wrong." I felt as silly saying those words as it felt when I heard them.

I watched him. And while he stared back at me, completely unfazed and looking very unlikely to utter another word at the moment, I willed my heart to stop betraying me.

I waited, feeling his eyes boring into mine. I had the inkling feeling that he knew my bravery was only surface deep. Maybe it was the pulse that kept beating in my neck as I swallowed much more heavily than before. "A baby?" I asked, my voice barely inaudible.

He got up from his chair which had his back to the giant glass window behind him, some of the sun rays peaking through, the warmth of it not lost on me in that cold room. He came around the desk and leaned his weight on it, his hands tucked away in his pockets.

"You will be generously compensated, as you see." He added calmly as if we were currently talking about the weather, not that he wanted me to have his baby.

Was he seriously asking me to carry his child, Me, a complete stranger that he had never met before, he just saw me in the club as a stripper.

Or was this all a joke? Was I being punked? By him? Would that even be possible? Ethan Williams was hardly a man who would be making such insane jokes on someone he did not know, I was sure that was out of the question. The only thing left was to realize I was possibly in a parallel universe where insane things happened on the daily.

I frowned.

"So?" he started, "Does my offer interest you?" He asked as I stared at him. My heart beating so hard it was on the verge of coming out of my chest. This was actually happening.

I shook my head, completely incredulous that this was happening.

Again,

what the fuck!?

“I mean if I accept your offer, what will happen to the child after it is born? Who will take care of him? Do you intend to exclude me from his life after that?", I really couldn’t’ stand that thought... “

“I don’t mean to exclude you from the child’s life, of course. We would solve these things on the go”, He responded.

"What do you mean, I'm not getting you", I spoke more dumbfounded.

“I’ll give you time until tomorrow night to think. After that, the offer is off together with your job as my personal secretary. “

He looked at me once more, and I wished I could erase that overpowering smirk from his face. He was fucking serious. Before I could he sat back on his chair then returned his attention back to the computer.

"Call me once you have made up your mind", He spoke with his eyes on the computer. I felt irritated and didn't bother responding to him.

What the hell did he call himself?! I stared at him in disbelief.

"You can get out of my office", After some time he spoke and that's when I snorted and walked out.

I made my way to the elevator annoyed, wanting to be swallowed by the Inferno.

Mistress? Baby? With him? I am on the verge of signing my death or my life sentence. . .

Then dancing in the club as a slut!?

None of them were good.

I was damn screwed up.

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