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I received an urgent call from Sandra, my boss, to come to our headquarters immediately. As I drove there, her words echoed in my mind, urging me to hurry.

"Dianna, you need to come over right away."

Another business transaction. Another sex contract with a man I just met.

"How much?"  I asked, trying to suppress my excitement.

"One million." she replied.

I couldn't believe it. "Are you joking?"

"Do I sound like I am?" she retorted.

"No," I said, still in disbelief.

"Well, hurry up! You're not going to miss this opportunity. I was going to give this to Isabel, but you have the potential we need for this contract," she explained.

Of course, I did, they had trained me as their little compliant sex slave whore, and the job paid well. I had never thought I could get such a high-paying contract so soon though.

"I'm on my way."

Upon reaching the building, I made a beeline for Sandra's floor. The elevator doors opened, and I was greeted by her secretary, Ann, who informed me that Sandra was waiting for me in her office along with a man.

As soon as I walked in, I saw them both sitting across from each other at her desk.

"Boss."

"Sit down. We have a lot to cover," she demanded.

The room fell silent and his intense gaze was unnerving. It felt like he was studying me, analyzing my every move. His piercing stare sent shivers down my spine. He looked like a Greek god, a perfect blend of Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio. His chiseled jawline, sculpted muscles, and toned physique were impossible not to notice. I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from trembling

The job is a bit different from the one-night contracts you've done before," Sandra began, but Mr. Romanov cut her off."A contract that would bind you to me exclusively for six months," he said, his voice deep and commanding.I raised an eyebrow at the request. I had never done anything like this before, but the thought of being exclusively someone's companion for six months sounded like an adventure. And with the amount of money he was offering, I couldn't deny that I was intrigued."I'm listening," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Mr. Romanov leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face. "Good," he said. "Let's discuss the terms."

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. My mind was racing, trying to process what he had just said. Did he just call me his wife? 

"Of course, Mr. Romanov."

"Marko." He said and turned to look at me.

"You will call me Marko for the next six months. Wife."

I bristled at his use of the title "Wife" and the implication that I was only interested in money. "My name is Dianna." I barely knew this man, and now he was demanding six months of my time as his exclusive escort, and insisting I call him by a different name?

"Dianna, time is not something we have," Mr. Romanov said firmly. "I don't have time to waste. Time is valuable and is money for me."

What the fuck was going on? 

I took a deep breath to compose myself and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romanov. I'm afraid I cannot agree to your terms. I'm not interested in a long-term arrangement like that."

He leaned back in his chair, studying me with a look that made me feel like he could see right through me. "I think you underestimate the benefits of such an arrangement, Mrs. Santiago. I assure you, the compensation will be worth your time."