Chapter 3

• "I would find her," Harold said as he stood up, the demented stare of his PA doesn't seem to bother him. Waking up alone in the hotel room was like a hard stab to his heart. He felt disappointed, but definitely not confused, he knew what he saw. Annie's fragile body, her small, full lips, and the peaceful breath she made while sleeping were so real, and he knew he couldn't have slept with a hard erection if his beast hadn't been awakened by the sleeping Annie.
• He remembered clearly his vow. He had vowed to fill her this morning, to rock her world. To support his words, his dick bulged, like it was aware of the night's feelings, and he had risen to confirm Harold truly hadn't lost his mind.
• "Appoint the secretary to fill in for me," Harold said, walking out of his office while his PA's attention was clearly on the documents piled up. Some needed Harold's signature, and some were business contracts he needed to assign, but a man like Harold chooses his own way, and no one can penalize him.
• "Truly, sir, a lady left the room early this morning," the hotel manager's voice softly uttered. Her hips seductively swung as she moved closer to the computer. Harold fixed his gaze on the figure displayed on the camera, the way Annie had run off on him.
• "Can you find out who she is?" Harold composedly said. "We have unfinished business," he added more inaudibly. His denial raised as he justified her as a business partner. That way, he believed he could let it make sense.
• After some calls and checks, the hotel manager handed a profile to Harold, containing Annie's information. He smiled coyly and walked out of the manager's office, leaving the manager with great disappointment.
• "Meet me at the parking lot," Harold said across the speaker to his PA. His search for his quest had begun, and although the latter thought his boss had lost it, he thought, how could the great Harold be crazy about a girl he had seen once in his sleep, when actresses, singers, and media influencers would line up to be his pick?
• "Give us a few months to get another house, please," Annie pleaded with their landlord. The middle aged man rebuffed her plea, locking their stuff inside the house. He walked away, sidelong eyeing Annie's mother, who tirelessly sat in a corner.
• "Don't worry, mum, I saw a house for rent close by. I would inquire about it and pay. You can stay with our neighbor," Annie said, trying so hard not to burst into tears. Her mother nodded, knowing fully well the girl was trying to be strong. She had to make it easy for her. She walked into a building closer to their locked house.
• Not knowing where to start, Annie walked around the streets, hoping she could find a house. Then she would try everything in her power to raise the money. But a house isn't something to see individually without an agent, and she definitely can't afford any agency fee.
• A message popped up on her phone screen, and with a swipe, she opened the message. Her eyes beamed with hope and joy, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. She dialed a number.
• "Yes, sir, I would be there," she said on the phone and hurriedly ran to get a taxi.
• "I got a message about a disused house at a discount rate. I am on my way to check it out," Annie explained to her mother on the phone and hung up, focusing her mind on how to be the right person to get the rent. If she could be sent the message that clearly shows other people might get it, she took a long breath, knowing she would do anything to get the house.
• "This is not an abandoned house, sir," Harold's PA said, stealing a glance at Harold.
• "She needs somewhere to stay, so get the housekeepers out, and this place would be hers," Harold said, looking out for the girl that had magically shown up beside him in his bed, a girl he had wanted from the first moment.
• Annie arrived at the address given to her. She walked around the estate, her shocked expression couldn't be concealed. How would she afford the rent in this estate? She thought, slipping back into her hopeless form.
• She had almost turned back when the messenger called her. She picked up and lazily walked towards the direction.
• "Miss Annie?" Annie slowly turned towards the man standing in front of a big mansion. She viewed him thoroughly and carefully moved closer to him, has news not spread across the media on how people were abducted. She knew very well she mustn't get into any more trouble. She had her plate full already.
• "Yes, I am Annie, here for the house," she said. "Come in if you don't mind; you will finalize with my boss," the man said, a convincing smile across his face. Annie nodded and gently walked behind the man, into the mansion. She was beyond fascinated by the simplicity and yet beautiful decor of the interiors. Being from a humble background, it seemed like a different world.
• "Leave us alone," Annie looked over in the direction of the voice, her eyes widening in shock. She prayed silently, hoping she hadn't stepped on Harold's bad side.
• They both kept mute for some minutes. Harold's intense gaze roamed her body while Annie tried so hard to avoid looking directly into his eyes. He moved closer to her slowly, and her breath hitched, her steps were frozen, and her heart stopped for a bit. She prayed he stopped moving, and he did, as if he could hear her.
• "Sit down," Harold said, a soft command evident in his tone. Annie blindly obeyed, hoping whatever this was about would come to an end, and she would leave. Harold couldn't have come for her, not that she had any business with him anyway.
• "These are the documents. Go through it, and let's talk afterwards," Harold said, no matter the discomfort he's feeling ever since Annie walked in. Her full breast cupped up perfect in her crop top,and the natural response her hips answerd to her command.
• Her smiles and admirations of the house designs have come to him as a slow display, and he was satisfied seeing her like that. He had hated the facade of happiness she put on when things were hard for her. He had wanted to pet her and give her the best of what he has.
• "The documents cover what year?" Annie inquired, although shocked to see the famous billionaire attend to her, she thought it could be one of his assignments, and he definitely doesn't remember who she was. It's must've been all coincidence and nothing else. She picked at her finger, flustered.
• "There's space to fill in the years. Kindly think about it and fill it," Harold said, his delightful tone concealed with his solemn stare.
• Without much persistence, Annie scribbled on the documents. She handed them to Harold the moment she was done. He saw the boldly written 3 years on the documents and Annie's signature beside it.
• "How much does the three years' rent validity cost?" Annie asked. "I would like to pay for the first year, and I would plead to pay the rest installmentally," she said. Harold's stare on her deepened. He adjusted his seat and turned over the document.
• "Are you sure you went through the documents?" He asked, and Annie nodded slowly. The truth is she didn't read it, her mind is just on the house and its cost, not some paperwork containing paragraphs of words.
• "You have access to this mansion and the two cars in the garage, and also a full supply of foods and drinks for the whole year. There's still more package," Harold explained, seeing Annie look at him right in the eyes for the first time. She fought for words and almost bit herself in disappointment when words failed her. With the serious look on Harold, she cleared her voice.
• "I would have loved to get my foods and drinks. I don't think I could afford the supplies, sir," Annie said, her eyes blinking rapidly. Harold smiled and pointed to the documents.
• "In these documents, you have signed to live in this mansion for three years, rent free," he said, gaining a shocked expression from Annie. "But there's some agreement there also, which you have agreed to..." He stopped and waited for Annie to say something, but she was too occupied with her inner thoughts.
• "You agreed to the terms of fulfilling a request," Harold said, and the trouble on Annie's mind spread across her face. How satisfying the offer is, but what condition would he give her, she thought. Maybe a job in one of his companies, she thought, that would be fair because she automatically gets everything she wants.
• "So, I request you to be available for me anytime I want you," Harold said, and the blood literally drained from Annie's face. Harold's gaze fixed on her quivering lips, as she fought for a response. He knew how tough she had fought, he had done a background check on her and realized she deserves a soft life. But he chose his request due to his selfish reasons, his undying desires, the thirst that gutted his throat, which only Annie can quench.
• "Be my call girl, and I will spoil you," he said, his husky voice booming across the whole mansion, sending a jolt across Annie's pulse. The billionaire wants her, but she hasn't even had sex before. How would her first experience be? She fidgeted on the world she's about to be in and the one she left behind. She felt stuck in between, but a look at Harold's perfect face made it seem easier.
• "Can I think about it?" she asked, Harold stood up. And nodded with a smile.
• "You can follow the mover to get your important things, others will be available. I won't wait long, and you have till tomorrow to figure it out. Remember you already signed the documents,be fully aware you have to pay a fine if you chose to breach the agreement," he said and walked out. His joy was visible, he knew he had gotten her hard, but he knew he wouldn't hurt her if she chose to break the agreement.