Santiago's Perspective.
I stared at the city of Texas from the room lost in thought after I finished the call with my grandpa, I so much love how the view is especially from my penthouse, I've always thought England was better but it seems I will have more fun here.
"Was that your grandpa?" Anthony, my best buddy, asked while he was busy tying his shoelaces.
"Yeah, and he's at it again with his same old story. I'm getting tired of it at this point" I sighed, checking the time, it was past nine in the evening.
"Well, you could just give him the grandkids he's always asking for so he'll back off," Anthony suggested.
"Sometimes I really wonder why you're always on his side," I replied, but he just laughed it off.
"Let's go get the fishes!" Anthony jokes, and we headed out of the room toward the sports cars parked outside, where my hefty bodyguards were waiting.
"I hope this trip is worth my time," I muttered as we hopped into the car and the driver took off.
The loud music thumped through the entire club. As soon as we got to the club on our way to the VIP lounge, a woman bumped into me. My bodyguards were ready to spring into action, but I quickly stopped them. She looked tipsy but stunning. Normally, I'd brush someone like her off, but there was something about her that drew me in, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Watch where you're going, beautiful lady," I said firmly, while she looked at me like she had just seen a ghost, I get this look almost every time which never really surprises me because of how handsome I look.
"Excuse me?" she replied, looking up to see me.
"Why is this lovely young lady all alone in a club?" I asked out of curiosity, I could feel Anthony rolling his eyes. I wouldn't blame him, I always hit on girls at the slightest chance given.
"Well, to have fun with men like you. So, how much do you charge for a night with someone like you?" I heard a tispy voice, sounding like music to my ear while Anthony nearly burst out laughing. I shot him a glare to keep quiet, and he did.
"Excuse me?" I questioned, trying to take in what she had just asked, she thinks I'm a prostitute? At first, I thought this woman was just putting on an act, but the serious look on her face made me really curious about what was coming next. Deciding to play along, I answered and said with a dirty smirk "Honestly, I don't think you can afford me, my lady."
She shot back sounding hurt, "Hey, I don't like being called broke. I think you're really attractive. Let's just spend the night together," she blurted out.
"Whatever you wish, my lady. We provide top-notch services, so you're in good hands," I said, and just like that, we headed out of the club to my car. All Anthony could do was sigh. It seemed like she had misquoted my words, which I quickly corrected myself before she could change her mind, and just like that, we were on the same page about our deal. Once we hopped into the car, I felt a bit awkward enjoying the silence as I drove away.
"So, as a call guy, you drive this fancy car?" she asked, studying me like she was trying to catch me in a lie.
"Is that what she's thinking?" I wondered, easing my foot onto the gas.
"Well, remember back at the club? I mentioned I work with high-profile clients, which is why I was a bit unsure if you could pay me," I replied, glancing her way. She looked surprised by my answer.
"Wow, I had no idea there was that much money in this," she said, scratching her head while I chuckled and kept driving.
When we arrived at the hotel, I parked the car in the lot.
"Are you really sure you want to go through with this?" I asked again. I remembered she was a bit tipsy when we met at the club, but now she seemed completely sober.
"I want this more than anything," she replied, and with that, we stepped out of the car and made our way to the building. As soon as I opened the door, the floral scent in the room hit me.
"Are you really sure about this?" I asked for what felt like the tenth time, making sure we are on the same page.
"You've got nothing to worry about," she said, dropping my bag and starting to unbutton my shirt.
"No, beautiful" I suddenly said, pinning her against the wall.
"I'll take charge instead; just watch me as I glorify your body," I said, placing kisses all over her body.
...........
Next morning
I rubbed my eyes with one hand while the other rested on the soft bunda of the woman I had met at the club last night. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already past eight in the morning. The memories of the previous night were still fresh in my mind. She looked so serene while sleeping, even more stunning than I remembered. Just as I was about to move my hand, I noticed her shift slightly. I quickly shut my eyes, realizing she might be waking up. I cracked one eye open to see what she was up to, and I could hardly believe my eyes, I wasn't only shocked but assumed.
"Are you really trying to sneak out without settling up, little cat?" I asked, watching her in disbelief. She stood there, looking shocked, clutching her bag and heels like she'd seen a ghost.
"Uh... I mean no, I was just trying to pay you," she stammered.
"Oh really? Is that why you're tiptoeing to the door, hoping to avoid paying me?" I replied, getting up from the bed, completely naked.
"Could you at least put on some clothes?" she said, covering her face while trying to avoid looking at my impressive state.
"Don't tell me you're already getting excited by this?" I teased, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a big gulp.
When I turned back to her, I noticed she was already on her knees.
"Please, I don't have any cash on me. I was so drunk last night that I don't even remember what I said," she pleaded, and I raised an eyebrow in response.
"What are you trying to say? This isn't what we agreed on, right?" I asked.
"I know I broke our agreement," she said, making an effort to keep her gaze on my face instead of elsewhere. "But I swear, I'll do anything you want, please," she begged again.
"Anything?" I replied, surprised by her response.
"Yes, please," she nodded earnestly.
"What's your name?" I suddenly asked.
"Huh?" she looked puzzled before responding, "Nora, Nora Lawson."
"Marry me, Nora," I said, my expression serious.
"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that," she said, taken aback.
"Yes, Nora. Since you said you'd do anything to make things right, marry me for just six months. You'll be my wife during that time, and in return, I'll clear your bills and give you a monthly allowance of $150,000. Plus, you can ask for anything you want after the contract ends. So, it's your call, Nora," I said while putting on my pants.
"Are you serious right now?" she asked, clearly shocked. "Why do you want this? Why me?"
"My grandfather has been bugging me to settle down, and since you owe me, I figured you'd be the perfect fit," I replied.
"And you don't think I'm too heavy to be your wife?" she asked, staring at me in disbelief.
"Who cares? You're beautiful, and that's what counts. So, what do you say, Nora Lawson?" I answered.
"Wait, did you just say $150,000 a month? How can you afford that?" she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"I make way more than that per session, so it's not a big deal for me," I lied.
The truth was, I didn't want to deceive her, but since she saw me as a certain type of guy, I decided to play along. After all, she'd be gone in six months anyway.
After what felt like forever, she finally... said, "Yeah, I choose to be your wife for the next six months."