Chapter 5
“That Miss Turner is not your business.”
I shook my head. “But it is. If you’re going to use my past to get back at him then I think I at least deserve to know before you ruin my life. And by the way I plan to make your life a living hell every day until I decide to quit. And if you fire me I’ll sue.”
He laughed and shook his head. “Oh that’s rich coming from the ex-junkie and street whore.”
My eyes widened and I paled. My breaths came out in pants, and I glared at him through my tears. “Wow, you really know how to kick someone when they’re down.” He had won. My first day, and it was going to be my last day. Life couldn’t get too much worse. Having my past thrown back in my face stung. I was young and stupid and I’d just been thrown on the street by a mother who didn’t give a damn. “You really have no idea why those things happened, but I’m guessing you don’t care either,” I whispered not able to look him in the eye.
“I won’t tell Ryan your dirty little secrets.”
I rolled my eyes. He wanted something. “What do I have to do in return? Let’s get to it Mr. Carter I should have seen this coming a mile away. You’re a rich bastard so I can only guess as to what you want.” I went numb. This was no different than before. He didn’t even have to confirm. I knew what he wanted. I’d done it for a living for three years. I understood men, especially rich sleazy ones that had nothing better to do.
“I think you know.”
I shook my head and buried my face into my hands. I couldn’t do that again. It wasn’t right, but I couldn’t—no I wouldn’t let him ruin my life. Ryan would never see me again. I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes and glared at him. “Fine, I guess I don’t have choice. I’ve worked too hard to overcome that part of my life. But this isn’t any better. What’s to say you get what you want and still tell him, also telling him you fucked me?”
He sat up straight. “I don’t go back on my word. One night, a full night. That means I want it all. And I will certainly not be fucking you. It’s called making love sweetheart and you’ll love every minute of it.”
I couldn’t even bring myself to laugh. “Right. Just like I loved it back then.” I hated it every second of everything I did.
“So you agree to the terms?”
“Sure.”
“Good, tomorrow night. If you blow me off I’ll go visit your boyfriend.”
I shook my head fully ashamed and kept my face as neutral as possible. I could do this one last time. “You’re really doing this? How often do you have to blackmail women to sleep with you?”
“Never. Women usually are easy for me. I know you wouldn’t have been. I needed to use all my leverage to get you. I find it quite intriguing that you dislike me so much.
“You shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re a bastard, and I will hate every second with you.”
He laughed. “Then you better be a good actress sweetheart. I want the whole deal. You have to be the doting loving woman I know you are.”
I sneered. “Fine, but just remember, you’ll have to live with yourself for this.”
“So will you.”
I nodded. “I’m leaving now.”
“See you tomorrow sweetheart.”
I shook my head and this time since the office was empty I slammed his door. I couldn’t believe I was doing this again. I should have said no. I shouldn’t have sunk so low. But I couldn’t let Ryan find out. I didn’t know why I didn’t trust him to accept me, even with my dirty past. I didn’t think he could overcome the truth behind who I was, and at the moment I was willing to do anything to keep him from finding out. Even if that meant sleeping with my boss.
I chuckled, but I wasn’t really amused. This reminded me of who I used to be. I had less than 24 hours to pull out all the tricks I knew from before. I knew how to fake, and at least Aiden Carter was attractive physically even if he was a slimy pig. I never imagined this was how my first day as a secretary would turn out, and as soon as possible I was looking for another job. I wouldn’t keep working for a man who used my past to get in my pants. I should have been flattered. Not.
The drove home did little to calm me down, and as I climbed the stairs to my crappy one bedroom I cried. No one was around. I’d have to let the tears out now. Tomorrow was going to be hell. I had to work all day and then I had to give my boss a once in a lifetime experience to keep him from telling my boyfriend the truth. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I should have figured it would have backfired. If I would have known I wouldn’t have taken my boss’s deal. I would have waited him out.
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The next morning I woke up groggy and angry. If I had to go through with tonight I would make him regret it all day. He was going to pay. I wore the sexiest outfit I could. My hair had a sexy up-do, and I layered my make up on thicker, but not too whore like. He wanted the full package of a whore. I’d give it to him. I squeezed my breasts together and pushed them up in the new push-up bra I’d bought for Ryan. I ignored any thoughts of him. I shouldn’t have been trying to look sexy. It should have been the opposite. I also ignored the thrill that shot through my body. A part of me was still that whore I was years ago. Only this time I didn’t get paid. I got blackmailed instead. It was really no better.
Ready to go I blew a kiss to my reflection. It was on. I knew how to use my curves to my advantage. Before the drugs thinned me out I was curvy back then too. Now that I was clean I was voluptuous. Apparently Mr. Carter had a thing or a one-time fantasy for the big girl. Well he was going to get the ride of his life. I chuckled. He’d never want a thin girl again. And one time, that’s what we agreed to. He wouldn’t have me again, and when I found a new job I’d walk out on him smiling.