Chapter 8 Not what she expected

• He walked into the restaurant where he was suppose to meet with Jenna. It was one of the most expensive ones in the city. He walked into the private area where she had already booked a table. His hands were tucked perfectly into his pants as he took brisk steps. He was dressed in slacks and a blue sweater. Something quite simple and informal.
• “Dinner with Miss Tyrone” he said to the lady at the counter and was led to the booked section where Jenna was already waiting for him. She was dressed in a red tight-fitting gown that stopped at her thighs and black long heels. Her hair was styled perfectly and her makeup was perfect. Her dress was tight around the chest area, making her boobs pop out through the deep v-neckline of her gown.
• After Harry had shown up at Jack's place surprisingly, they spent time discussing and catching up. He had shown him the photos of his girlfriend to convince him that they were truly dating and they both looked really happy in the pictures. They spent most of the hours in front of the television playing games on his PS5 console before he remembered he had a meeting.
• “I have a meeting over lunch right now.” Jack had exclaimed loudly, dropping his pad on thr floor and getting up from his seat.
• When Harry had found out that he was meeting with a lady, he made a big fuss out of it and even offered to dress him up, since according to him, he needed to impress her. He laughed when his friend said that. He had no intention of impressing any woman, at least not her.
• “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” He said, making his presence known to her. She raised her head from her phone and smiled sweetly at him. He didn't return the smile, he just stared.
• “No problem. I just arrived.” She replied and he took the seat in front of her.
• “Have you ordered anything yet, or should I make the order?” he asked, looking around the restaurant. They were seated at the private area of the restaurant with few people who were busy with whatever they came for. Getting a reservation in the private area was for the rich.
• After making an order for their meal, he started talking about business. She had made seductive gestures at him, exposing her boobs, opening her legs slightly, and rocking her hips on the chair but he chose to ignore her.
• “Did you come to seduce me or you came to discuss business?” he fired at her in irritation after she had made another seductive gesture at him. It was getting under his skin.
• “Both” she answered shamelessly in a tone that he considered cringe and almost made his ears bleed.
• “Then the meeting is over.” He answered, getting up from his chair angrily. She quickly apologized, rushing to open the files she came with, dropping them on the table before he calmed down.
• “TY fashion brand is hosting a fashion contest and we would like you to be one of the sponsors.” She stated, going straight to the reason for the meeting.
• “Why?” He asked, his eyes trained on her and she frowned slightly, the frown disappearing as quickly as it came. “How much do I need to throw in?” he asked, running through the details of the deal.
• “Five hundred thousand dollars.” She replied. “We actually have all the finances sorted out, we just need you to appear as one of the sponsors.” She replied, looking everywhere but him.
• “You wanna use me to gain social validation?” he frowned, staring deeply at her while she shifted uncomfortably on her seat under his burning gaze.
• “No, not that” she was quick to oppose. “You are the youngest millionaire in Los Angeles, if we are able to pull this off, it would be in both of our favor. More publicity and partners for both of us.” She tried to persuade him, but he scoffed.
• “When did you start thinking about others?” he questioned and stared down at the table, not answering the question.
• “Let me tell you why you need me.” he started off and she gulped nervously. "You were canceled by the fashion body, your career is on the line. So, you need someone with a bigger influence to help put you back on stage. So you decided to run to me, a young rich billionaire with no scandal.” He stated and her mouth hung open. That was basically her plan and he was already aware of it. She gulped and stared nervously at him.
• “Basically, I would be helping you, how would you help me, what do I stand to gain from this?” he asked pointing at the documents laying scattered on the table
• She thought for a few seconds but couldn't come up with an answer. The plan could only accommodate his help and not vice versa.
• “Well.., since you have everything, how about a night with me?" she suggested seductively and a deep growl appeared on his face.
• “Do you really think your body is worth up to five hundred thousand?” he asked, his tone laced with dark humor. “Not five nights, not even ten.” He added and her face turned pale. She stared at him in shock, seething in anger. Her blood turned cold as the words sunk in. He just indirectly called her a cheap whore.
• “I'll think about this. Good day.” He stated, rising from his seat with the documents while she sat back, boiling in anger, still unable to speak. He smiled satisfactorily to himself after walking out of the restaurant. He had anticipated the reason for the meeting. He just had to put her in place. He tore the documents into shreds and dumped them into the waste bin in front of the restaurant before driving away.
• Back in the restaurant, she sat in shock after he had left, she still couldn't believe that he had known the reason for the meeting and also called her a cheap whore. Few drops of tears rolled down her cheeks as he stared into space. “What is wrong in trying to get what is right for me?" she questioned rhetorically, extending her hand to wipe the tears that descended her cheeks.
• She picked up her bag and stormed out of the restaurant angrily.