Chapter 10
Hannah
I pulled out my
my phone and called Emma,
“Han! How’s it going with Mr. Sexy Businessman?” Emma’s voice was too cheerful for my
current crisis.
“You abandoned me! I hissed into the phone. “You left me alone with him after one minuter”
“Um, you’re welcome? He’s gorgeous and loaded. Did you see how everyone looked at him? That man is walking sex.
“He wants me to go to his suite. Right now. He’s paid me twenty thousand dollars, Emma. Twenty. Thousand, Dollars.”
“Holy shit!” Emma’s squeal made me pull the phone away from my ear. Are you serious? Did he actually transfer it?”
3 app u
I opened my banking
with shaking fingers. There it was: $20,000.00, pending deposit. The largest amount I’d ever seen in my account
“It’s there,” I whispered. “What do I do?”
“What do you do? You go upstairs and earn that money, girl! Is he creepy? Mean? Giving off serial killer vibes?”
“No, he’s…” I struggled to find the words. Intense, Commanding, Scary, but in a way that makes me want to…” I trailed off, embarrassed.
“Makes you want to what?” Emma prompted, amusement lacing her voice.
“Nothing. Never mind.” I took a deep breath. “What if this is a mistake? What if he’s dangerous?”
“Give me his full name and the suite number,” Emma said, suddenly serious.
“Leonardo Salvatore. Suite 3201.”
“Got it. If I don’t hear from you by morning, I will call the cops. But Hannah? This could solve all your problems. And from what I saw, he seems like the kind of man who knows exactly what he’s doing in every department.”
I groaned. “You’re not helping
“Yes, I am. I’m giving you permission to get laid by a hot rich guy who just gave you more money than you’d make in six months at that crappy café. Go. Have fun. Text me when you’re safe.”
*Fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.
“Details! I want all the dirty details!”
I hung up and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed, and my eyes were bright with nervousness and something else. Excitement? Desire? The woman looking back at me seemed different somehow–holder, more daring.
I checked my underwear situation. Thank god I’d worn the black lace set Emma had insisted I buy on sale last month. The bra pushed my breasts up nicely under the dress, and the matching panties were at least sexier than my usual cotton ones.
Twenty thousand dollars. The number kept flashing in my mind like a neon sign. It wasn’t just money–freedom from Vincent’s threats, breathing room to finish my studies without working double shifts, and maybe even a chance to pursue my fashion designs,
All I had to do was go upstairs and sleep with a devastatingly handsome, filthy rich man who clearly knew his way around a woman’s body.
I’d read enough steamy romance novels to know how this scenario played out. The innocent girl falling into the wealthy man’s orbit, becoming his plaything. But those were fantasies. This was real life, with real consequences.
But what choice did I have? T
The money was already in my account. I’d agreed to his terms
1 fixed my makeup, adjusted my dress, and took a deep breath.
“You can do this,” I whispered to my reflection. “It’s just sex. Really
ly expensive sex
Chapter 10
With one last look at myself, I left the bathroom and headed for the elevator, the keycard clutched in my hand like a lifeline. As the doors closed and I pressed the button for the 32nd floor, I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life or the best decision I’d ever made.
Either way, there was no turning back now.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding that seemed too cheerful for the momentous decision I’d just made. The 32nd–floor hallway stretched before me, all plush carpet and subtle lighting that screamed money. My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my way down the corridor, checking door numbers until I reached 3201.
I raised the keycard, expecting to slide it through the reader, but paused when I noticed the door was slightly ajar. A sliver of warm light spilled into the hallway.
“Hello?” I called softly, pushing the door open wider. No answer.
He must have left it open for me. How considerate of my new… what was he exactly? Employer? Benefactor? Sugar Daddy? The man who now owned my body for the next three months?
I stepped inside and froze. This wasn’t a hotel suite–it was like a full–blown luxury apartment that took up what had to be half the floor. Floor- to–ceiling windows showcased a panoramic view of the city lights, glittering like fallen stars. The living room alone was bigger than my entire apartment, with sleek, modern, expensive furniture.
“Mr. Salvatore?”
Still no answer. Maybe he was in the bathroom? Or preparing some fancy bedroom setup with candles and rose petals? I snorted at the thought. Leonardo Salvatore didn’t seem like the rose petal type.
I wandered deeper into the suite, admiring the original artwork on the walls. I recognized a Basquiat print that made my art–loving heart skip a beat. If I were designing my dream space, I’d choose something similar–bold colors, provocative lines.
My appreciation for his taste in art abruptly stopped when I spotted something dark and wet on the pristine white carpet. At first, I thought someone had spilled red wine.
Then I realized it was blood.
A lot of blood.
My breath caught in my throat. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe it was a prank? Some weird test of my loyalty?
“Mr. Salvatore?” I called again, my voice trembling
