LOGAN'S POV
As much as I tried so hard to convince myself that she was not my Olivia, she shared too many things in common with Olivia. The resemblance was uncanny. Her small frame and tiny waist called my attention, they made me want to grab her into my arms and do many things to her.
The next day after signing the contract, Claire resumed work as my secretary. Her fashion sense irritated me. How could anyone, in their right minds, wear a white simple dress shirt paired with a faded black skirt and shabby flat shoes on their first day of work?
As she stepped into my office, I took a look at her and yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
She took multiple steps back in fear but quickly regained her composure. "What have I done this time around?" She asked.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
Without waiting for her response, I grabbed my keys from the table and pulled her to follow me. To my surprise, she resisted.
"What is the matter?" She said softly "what is wrong with what I am wearing?"
I held her hand even more tightly and watched her wince in pain. I whispered to her "You will do as I tell you to. You signed a contract remember? I own you" With that, I pulled her again but she resisted.....again.
"First off, you do not own me. Secondly, if you do not tell me the exact issues you have with my clothes then I promise you, I will not be moving an inch. Also, you need to learn how to speak to me politely" she said in one breath.
I threw my head back in a fit of laughter. A laughter possibly so loud, that Peter rushed inside my office. I dismissed him with my hand and faced Claire squarely.
I was not sure what that feeling was because I had not laughed since the death of Olivia. What exactly did I find amusing? Claire's audacity?
"We are changing your wardrobe...and style. You look pathetic."
"Wait, what?"
I picked her up and placed her on my shoulder like a sack, she let out a gasp.
Everything about her reminded me of Olivia, even the familiar underweight that Olivia possessed.
A smirk found its way to my face as she struggled screaming "Let me down! Leave me alone" She even went as far as constantly hitting my back in protest.
Just like that, we passed through the hallways, and made our way to the car.
After shopping for clothes that suited my style of women for Claire, I could only assume that she was still my Olivia. I knew something was up and regardless of whatever might have happened, I was going to get to the bottom of it.
The ride back was silent before she spoke up "Where are we going to?"
"You'll see when we get there!"
We got to my mansion and I showed her to her room "You will be staying here from today"
I made sure that the room I picked out was right next to mine.
Few moments after I went into my room, Claire barged in while I was shirtless. "What do you want?" I asked, unfazed by her interruption.
With her hands jittery, she responded "Nothing....". Each and every second I spent looking at her made me miss Olivia the more. Perhaps, was I the one living in an illusion? I never even bothered to ask anyone else if they saw the resemblance. I was prepared to continue living in my delusions no matter the cost.
"Then leave!" I hid the fact that I wanted her nearby.
"You told me that I had to be by your side at all times. That is exactly what I am doing"
I sighed in frustration "If you are not telling me exactly what you are here for, then get out"
Immediately she left, I thought to myself "What am I doing? Have I gone mad?"
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CLAIRE'S POV
Although I was not sure how to go about it, I only went into his room to seek permission to visit Eva. I had not had the courage to tell her that I was going to be away for a while. I needed to tell her physically because it was not something to discuss over the phone.
After I left his room, I whispered to myself "Fuck this stupid permission, the contract does not restrict my freedom of movement anyways"
In truth, I was not even sure what the contract read because I had been too focused on the huge amount of money involved in the deal.
I succeeded in sneaking out of the mansion and made my way home. As expected, Eva was home watching TV.
"Look, I don't have much time to explain but I need to go away for a while. A month actually. Don't worry, I will be sending you money so everything keeps running smoothly. Give me about a week and I'll send in our rent money and payment for all of our unpaid bills and debts." I said in a rush.
With a look of worry on her face she said "I'm coming with you".
"No, you can't. Just, trust me. When I get back, our lives are going to be better"
Still not convinced she paced back and forth the living room "I don't know what to say to you. You left this morning fit a new job, and now you're back with luxurious clothes, shoes, hair and make-up on. Did you get a sugar daddy?"
As I burst out into laughter I heard the doorbell ring, I looked at Eva "Are you expecting anyone?"
She retorted "I should be asking you that. You were the one who said that you didn't have much time."
At that moment, the ring changed to several loud BANGS on the door.
"CLAIRE WILSON, I AM WARNING YOU. IF YOU DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I PROMISE TO DEMOLISH THIS ENTIRE BUILDING"
It was Logan's voice.
"Your sugar daddy?" Eva whispered.
"He is not my sugar daddy. But I really need to go now."
Unsurprisingly as I opened the door, I was met with Logan's furious face. "How dare you leave without my permission?" He sneered.
I stammered while trying to find the right words to respond with "I...I was going to a-ask you but y-you sent me out of your room"
Obviously ignoring my explanation, he muttered to himself "She deserves to be punished does she not?"
"Logan? What do you mean by a punishment? I only stepped out to see my friend. It won't happened again"
"Follow me"
The drive to his mansion was the swiftest and most dangerous ride of my life.
On getting to his room he pulled out a chair and a pair of hand-cuffs. My eyes wondered around the room in an attempt to understand the situation.
"Handcuffs really? You have to be kidding me right now. What are they for? They could not possibly be for me...right?"
"Shut up. You will only speak when I ask you to!"
He violently pulled me into the chair and locked my hands behind with the handcuffs.
"You are not allowed to do this. It is absolutely ridiculous for you to punish me just because I went to see my friend." I said while struggling with the chair and cuffs.
Ignorant to my protest, he took off his jacket and his shirt. He became shirtless.
"You clearly did not read the contract well. I told you, I OWN YOU. " He said as he leaned closer to me.
"What?"
"It is stated in the contract that I can punish you when you go against my rules. You went against one....leaving without permission"
I scoffed at the ridiculousness of everything. What had I gotten myself into?
I clenched my fist and mustered up enough courage to attempt to emotionally blackmail him.
"I get it now. You're trying to get rid of me. Just like you got rid of Olivia. You never even deserved her."