Chapter 4 AméLie Petit

• Amélie Petit
• Having barely rested practically at all last night with my boss's nephew hit me hard, as I needed to be at the mansion before five to help with the wedding preparations and especially for the final details for tonight's first-night runway.
• I have no idea how I'm going to behave in front of Noely's nephew; the only thing I know is that his generosity helped pay for one of the Dior dresses I'll wear during the week.
• I pack a small bag with everything I'll need to use during the day, both for the wedding and for the first runway tonight. I'm excited; it's the first time I'll be participating in fashion week, working with designers as renowned as Valentino, Dior, Saint Laurent, among many others.
• Today will be so hectic that I probably won't run into Mr. Walker; he'll probably be asleep as soon as he sets foot in the mansion. The thought is even comforting; my luck is that he didn't see my hair, or he might recognize. I take a deep breath with positive thoughts to avoid bumping into Mr. Hottie.
• "A man hot as hell," I feel a warmth rising and heating my neck.
• Remembering how Tommáz pleasured me yesterday makes me sigh. It's been a long time since I felt so much pleasure with a man, like he did last night, but how could I not feel pleasure with that little toy that gave me several orgasms?
• Before leaving, I leave a note for Laura, who probably isn't home yet. I know that when she arrives, she'll insist that I tell her everything in detail.
• It's still too early for public transportation on the street; I'll have to order a car through an app, hoping there's one available at this hour. I glance at my phone, and it's still very early. Thank goodness I got lucky, and one was already on its way.
• I gather everything I'll need, double-checking once more to make sure I haven't forgotten anything, as I won't have time to come back here. I take a deep breath once again and put on the mask of a complete stranger, at least to Mr. Walker.
• In the car, my thoughts drift towards the problem named Jacques Leclerc. I have no idea how to pay off the debt my father incurred with this loan shark, mobster, or whatever he is. I can't just settle the amount. I recall the day he cornered me at work.
• It was a hot day, I was leaving the Miller company building to have lunch with Laura and celebrate my birthday, a day that became ominous for me. When I exited the Miller company building, I felt a hand gripping my arm and the barrel of a gun against my waist. Panic made me silent, and I began to follow the stranger, who led me to a black car with tinted windows.
• "Get in without asking questions," he said. I looked around and saw no patrol cars. There was no one to plead for help, so I did as he commanded.
• In the car, there was a man sitting in the seat next to mine, quite handsome actually, but his gaze frightened me. I felt a heavy weight as he looked me up and down, and I watched as his hand lifted to stroke my cheek.
• "Bonjour, mademoiselle!!!" I couldn't respond; I was petrified with fear of this stranger.
• "You are a beautiful woman; I think I should change my plans," I hear him say as the car sets in motion. "Don't be frightened, cher, we'll get you to work on time; we'll just have a chat."
• The journey wasn't long; he just drove around nearby streets, and soon we stopped in front of a mirrored building. I see the man in a suit next to me step out of the car and close his door. Before I could consider getting out from where he exited and running as if my life depended on it, the door behind me opens. I see him extending his hand in a silent offer; I have no choice but to accept and find out what he wants with me.
• Even though I suspect my father may have something to do with this, it's been so long since I've seen him. The last time I saw him, I had to pay several bills to keep him from losing the only thing that still belongs to my mother, the house where I grew up. The stranger puts his hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the elevator.
• In the metallic box, there were initials carved, leaving me curious about where we could be going and feeling immensely uncomfortable for still not knowing anything about what they want from me.
• "Come, mademoiselle, it's time for a little chat," I hear him whisper as the doors open, revealing a spacious and empty restaurant.
• He leads me to a table set with two places, adorned with a small arrangement of lilies, an excess of silverware, glasses, and cups that I wouldn't even know where to start with. Like a gentleman, he pulls out the chair for me to sit, and I see him unbuttoning his Armani, looking directly at me with a mischievous smile on his face.
• "Mademoiselle, my name is Jacques Leclerc. It was a bit difficult to find you, but I am a determined man, especially when it comes to those who owe me. And your father, Cher, has a debt with me," he says. I close my eyes, frustrated with the confirmation of what I already suspected. "As your father disappeared, I took possession of the house where he lived..." The house where I grew up, it can't be.
• "What am I doing here, Monsieur?" I finally asked.
• "You're here because you can choose a way to repay me. You can give me the amount your father owes me, or you can accept to be my wife, and I'll forget the debt he has with me. I see on your face that the house is important to you," he says. My gaze, stunned by the indecorous proposal he makes, leaves me speechless.
• "How do you expect me to accept a marriage with someone I don't even know?" I ask so softly that I don't even expect an answer.
• "Marriages in antiquity were like that, Cher, but I understand you, and I'm not a man who insists. Think about the proposal, marriage, or paying me the nine hundred and sixty thousand euros your father owes me," he says with a smug smile on his lips.
• "How could it amount to that much?" I put my hand on my face and feel the weight of responsibilities that are not mine on my shoulders.
• "Your father, Cher, he's a gambling addict. He used the house as collateral in a bet he lost," he explains. I take a deep breath, looking at the man's explanation. "But my surprise was finding out that the house wasn't in his name, so he fled, and I went looking for you. Due to your beauty, I'll let you choose what you prefer."
• I look around the room and realize that, indeed, this man wasn't someone I could deceive. There were security guards lurking in the corners, pretending that nothing was happening here. But I have to think of a way to get rid of this monsieur.
• "I can't pay you, and the house is the only thing I have as a reminder of my mother, monsieur, please don't take it away from me," I say, letting tears of happy memories stream down my face.
• "I know more about you than you think, Cher. Here's what I'll do, only because I want to make you my wife: you have one year to raise this amount and pay me. If you can't, you'll be my payment. Do you accept?" he says nonchalantly.
• It's as if he's convinced that I'll really accept the deal, but deep down, I'm certain that I'll do my best not to have to accept this.
• "Alright, I'll pay the debt. I don't know how, but in one year, I'll pay the amount you ask for," I say, a smug smile appearing on his face, followed by a laugh that startles me.
• "I like your hope, but it's always like this; first, you need something to fight for. I'll enjoy seeing you being handed over to me, mademoiselle," he says, snapping his fingers, and then a cart with sophisticated dishes is delivered to our table. "Have lunch with me. Hugo will take you back to work shortly."
• I glance towards the man who practically kidnapped me from the Miller sidewalk and nod. I try to eat what was offered to me, but my head spins in a whirlwind of problems that my father has put me in...
• I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when the car stopped in front of Mrs. Miller's mansion. I pay the driver and enter the house, already bustling with people preparing for Elisa's wedding, which had very few guests.
• I'm greeted by the housekeeper, who smiles warmly at me. She's known me for almost three years since I started working for Noely as her assistant.
• "She's electric, girl. Give me your things; I'll leave them in the room where they always stay," she says. I approach the woman and kiss her cheek, thanking her for her help.
• I climb the stairs, practically two steps at a time, pushing the matter of Jacques Leclerc out of my mind. There are three months left before the time he gave me is up, and I haven't managed to save even half.
• But my night with Monsieur yielded much more than a month's worth of hard work—a sum that will go into savings. It seems I'll have to accept Laura's proposal and engage in some activities to pay Jacques.
• I approach my boss's room, which was already crowded with people coming and going. I smile at Elisa, who's wearing just a tracksuit and looks nervous.
• "Amélie, you're finally here. Please take my mother away from here," Elisa says, approaching and trying to steer her mother, who should be giving orders, away.
• "Madame Miller, I believe your mother is waiting in the office," I say to my boss as I lead her downstairs.
• To my surprise, in the hallway appears the reason why I still feel contractions in my pussy from desiring more orgasms while just running away from him. Hearing him talk about Cinderella probably caught the reference when he said he called me Ella, but I doubt he would have more than a one-week fling with a woman like me.
• Hearing my boss express disbelief that her nephew will become a one-woman man made me chuckle, which caught the attention of both of them.
• "Sorry, that was rude of me. I'm Tommáz Walker," I hear his strong voice, the same one that elicited grunts from me just a few hours ago.
• It was enough to make me blush with thoughts of him fucking me from behind again. I regained my speech and extended my hand, looking directly into his bright blue eyes, which are just a complement to his symmetrical face, his neatly trimmed beard outlining his features.
• His gaze was fixed on mine. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes on his. I needed to control my desire for that man again because I knew that if he pushed me into some dark corner of the staff area, I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. I extend my hands and greet him in French.
• "Enchanté, monsieur, Amélie Petit," I try to change my voice slightly so he won't recognize me. I feel his touch, and an electric shock makes me release a soft sigh when he kisses the back of my hand.
• My boss catches his attention, and I watch them head towards the mansion's office. I look at him walking away and don't miss the opportunity to admire his cute little butt. I shake my head to snap back to reality.
• "Wake up, Cinderella, you don't have a fairy godmother," I say and continue walking towards the kitchen in search of a coffee, which I desperately need right now, especially to not give away that I'm the masked woman who was with him just a few hours ago.