TYSHA "Deal." With that, I was successfully hired by my ex’s billionaire uncle. Barra: Should we enter now? Proceed to Plan B? I smiled when I received a message from Barra. I bet she and Rij were overthinking because I hadn’t left the office yet. Me: No need. That was my reply as I walked out of Rij's office, leaving Rue behind. I hugged my own copy of the contract that Rue and I had just signed. Yes, finally he signed the contract! After minutes of gaslighting and restraint. I should really reward myself for having the best gaslighting skills of all time. Convincing Rue to sign that contract required a level of manipulation that I didn't even know I possessed. It's not like I enjoy playing mind games, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Almost everything that came out of my mouth was a fabrication or a carefully crafted reason aimed at getting Rue's signature on that paper. The irony of it all is that I'm not exactly an expert in the subject matter – I haven't
TYSHA Staying up late, I had to figure out how to start this job. I ended up watching explicit videos just to learn something. Gosh, I didn't really think this through! I did not think about this consequence thoroughly! Late at night, I found myself in a weird spot. There I was, all by myself, scrolling through these explicit videos on my laptop. It felt like a strange research project like I'd entered a world I'd never thought I'd explore. "This is ridiculous. Can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered, realizing the lengths I was going for this job. The awkwardness of the situation was hitting me hard. As I clicked through each video, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider, peeking into something I had no clue about. "Okay, this is awkward. Focus, Tysha, it's for the job," I whispered to myself, attempting a self-pep talk. It was cringe-worthy, the whole situation. Watching those scenes unfold on my screen, I felt completely out of my depth. "I really hope nobody
RUE "You didn't have to have me fetched by a limousine!" Tysha exclaimed on the other end of the call. I could practically sense the embarrassment radiating through the phone as she spoke. I couldn't help but smirk; I had orchestrated this whole spectacle, and it was playing out just as I'd intended. She called me right after stepping into the car, and my driver didn't hold back in giving me the rundown on just how red Tysha turned due to sheer embarrassment. "What? Can't you just be grateful that someone fetched you?" I replied, feigning innocence as if humiliating her wasn't part of the plan. Deep down, I reveled in the success of my little scheme. "Thanks, but if this is going to be our setup every time, I'd rather book an Uber," Tysha sighed from the other end of the line. Her tone held a mix of annoyance and resignation, but I could tell she wasn't entirely serious. Despite her protests, a part of her probably acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. I chuckled, enjoying
TYSHA Gosh! My head is aching because of Rue! I can't tell if he's just messing with me to make this job harder or if he's actually being truthful. A man with no turn-ons? Even I have them! Personally, I find a guy hot when he wears a black compression shirt and gray sweatpants. There's something about that look. And don't get me started on a guy who's dominant and protective – that's an instant turn-on. Oh, the dream of having a boyfriend like that! "Are you sure you're telling the truth?" I asked Rue for the nth time. "Cross your heart?" He rolled his eyes, clearly growing impatient with my repetitive question. "Why don't you just see it for yourself," he suggested, moving closer to me. My forehead wrinkled, unsure of what he meant. Rue caught my wrist, leaving me bewildered until he placed my hand right on top of his pants, making me feel his manhood. Oh gosh! “What the freak?!” I immediately retrieved my hand for being grossed out by what he did. Did he just let me touch
RUE "Damn, I'm tired," I uttered, recovering from my fit of laughter, and rested my back on the couch. "You're tired of laughing, just say," Tysha commented, irritation still evident in her voice. I rose from leaning and smirked. "It's because I wasn't informed you're a little comedic!" I reasoned out. I then shifted my focus to the bottle of whiskey I was drinking before she arrived, picked up my glass, and sipped on my leftover whiskey. "You want some?" I offered to Tysha, noticing she was watching me. "What is that?" she asked. "Whiskey." "Yeah. I think I'm gonna need a glass of that." I chuckled at her response, and in the end, I poured her a glass of whiskey. A few moments passed between us, and I noticed she kept glancing at the balcony of my place. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she finally asked, "We're taking a break, right? Can I take a look at your balcony?" There was no reason to forbid her, so I nodded. "Go ahead." She smiled, excitement evident in
RUE "That's sad. Childhood and teenage years aren't something you could buy with money," Tysha's words hit me hard. Her simple observation stirred up a bitter feeling inside me. It wasn't the taste of the liquor we were sipping; it was the bitterness of recognizing how many precious moments and joys of life I had missed out on. The realization weighed heavily on me, like an unspoken regret that no amount of wealth could undo. It was a poignant reminder that some things, once gone, couldn't be bought back, no matter how much success or material wealth one accumulated. "Anyways, about relationships, I only had one which was your jerk nephew," she shared. "Really?" I arched my eyebrows. "Yup," she confirmed shortly. "No wonder why," I teased, attempting to lighten the conversation. She shot me a glare, prompting me to backtrack. "Just kidding. What's the reason?" "Perhaps because I was the complete opposite of you," she answered, making me raise an eyebrow. "And what do you mean
TYSHA In bed, looking at the ceiling, my body felt tired from the whiskey and the unexpected things that happened that night. I kept thinking about what happened - the background check, the deep talks, and the surprising moments of opening up. It was a mix of moments I didn't expect. This job, which I started not knowing what to expect, turned out to be a strange journey of feelings and connections. As I lay there, thinking about the unexpected turns, I wondered: is tonight a glimpse into a new way of life, or just a strange twist in my unusual career? Sleep was hard to find as I thought about how unclear everything felt. You know, usually, I'm quick to be turned off by handsome guys who carry an air of arrogance and a bad attitude. It's a major "ick" for me, and once that switch flips, their good looks lose their charm. But tonight, something shifted with Rue. He managed to win back a bit of my respect. I just hope this newfound normalcy between us isn't short-lived, and he keeps t
RUE Tysha: Headed back to the hospital. Thanks for yesterday. Let me know about our next session. A smile involuntarily crept across my lips as Tysha's message popped up on my phone. However, as soon as I caught myself, I swiftly resumed my poker face, setting my phone aside. Honestly, if I claimed my perception of her hadn't shifted after yesterday, I'd be deceiving myself. The memories of the irrational animosity I harbored towards her in our initial week together still lingered vividly. It hit me like a ton of bricks – I was being downright petty. I remembered how, at that time, I resented her for not extending a helping hand when I needed it. And planted grudges for her when she kicked my balls when she was just trying to defend herself and run away. But looking back, I couldn't believe how trivial and small-minded I had been. It wasn't fair to judge someone based on two incidents, especially when I hadn't considered the broader context of her actions. It was a wake-up call, r