The Billionaire [MAJOR EDITING = HIATUS]

Chapter 12

"What should I do?"

"I say, you should go for it. It's only an act. There's no "strings attached", right? The 2 million dollars can be a huge help for you, Rose. It can help you for your college funds, for Nan's retiring home and for your – you know." He advised.

"My what?"

"Your sickness, Rose. I've noticed that you've been pale and weak for the past few days. Did you take your meds every day?" I saw concern in his eyes.

"I've stop drinking my meds 'cause I felt better already. No symptoms are showing up." I said while looking at half-empty glass.

"Babe, you better start drinking your meds, okay? Even though no signs and symptoms are showing up. Now, I already told you my opinion about the proposal. So, what you think?"

I thought hard for a moment. "Yeah, I'll do it. This is for my college funds and not for my insanely hot boss."

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Sitting up in bed that night, with no hope of sleeping, I finally got a pen and a notebook and began to write down a list of questions and concerns. Part of me couldn't believe that I was taking his offer seriously, but how could I not?

I dragged myself out of the bed the next morning after a few hours of fitful sleep. When I got to work, there's light coming from his office. Hmm, he's early or should I say he didn't go home? I saw his paper works yesterday and it was tall like this building. This man has a different perception and definition of the word "rest"; I made my straight for Mr. William's office after a few arrangements.

I walked in slowly, shutting the padded door behind me. I was sure he'd look up when I came to a stop in front of his desk, but his head stayed down as he shuffled a pile of paper work. His tie is undone; his hair is messed up and have bags under his eyes.

I cleared my throat.

"Ms. Standford," he said, blinking. "Good morning! You're... early."

I frowned a little. "I get here at this time every day, Sir."

"Of course," he said, beginning to collect himself into the smooth professional that I somewhat recognized. "Please. Take a seat."

I sat down in the chair across from his desk, clutching my notepad to my chest. "I just have a few questions about the proposed arrangement," I said. "I can come back later if this is a bad time."

"No, no, not at all," he said. "Please. Go on."

I stared at my paper. The questions all sounded stupid now that I was in front of him, under his piercing stare. But somewhere in the rational portion of my mind, I knew that they were still important. I swallowed hard and then began to speak.

"There's only one copy of the contract, right? Who will keep it?"

Mr. William answered quickly. "Excellent question. My attorney will be responsible for keeping the document private and secure. I realize this may sound like a conflict of interest, since I'm paying him, but I assure you that he will be representing us both equally in this arrangement. I made certain to add the terms of his payment into the contract as well, so he is highly motivated to keep it safe."

"During the term of our marriage, while I'm... living with you." I hesitated. "I understand that I'm supposed to act like your wife. Will there be any other restrictions or expectations on my behavior that I should be aware of?"

"None whatsoever," said Mr. William. "So long as you appear to be in love with me, and faithful, I see no reason why you shouldn't be able to live the rest of your life as you choose." He hesitated.

Goodness, this is so weird. My mouth was incredibly dry. "You said you'll be supporting me. Will I have a daily allowance, or...?"

"My credit card," he said, easily. "There is no limit. You'll be added as a joint member on the account and have your own card. You may use it to pay for anything you like. You see, Ms. Standford, this whole arrangement requires a mutual trust. But in the time you've been employed here, I've seen no reason to believe that you are dishonest or that you take undue advantage of situations. That's one of the other reasons I chose you."

I looked up from my paper. "I thought you chose me because I don't believe in marriage."

He laced his fingers together thoughtfully. "That was the deciding factor," he said. "But I had already evaluated your character."

He was talking about me like I was a set of characteristics rather than a person. Then again, I supposed that came with the territory. Being a successful businessman meant coldly evaluating situations, completely devoid of any emotional impulses. It meant reading people like they were a string of zeroes and ones who happened to have an organic brain rather than one made of chips and diodes.

"Okay."

"What do you mean "okay"?" He asked.

"It means I'm going to agree with you. I'm agreeing to marry you." I firmly said with a bleak expression.

"Great! I'll call the Attorney! You can go now and do your errands, Ms. Standford - oh, I mean, Mrs. William." He smirked and dialed the phone number of the Attorney. What the hell? Did that gave me butterflies in the stomach?

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Author's Note

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