Nathalie

I feel so tired right now but I had to control my leg to keep on moving if I don’t want to lose my job. At least, this is the last suite I have to clean today before I will be free to go. My name is Nathalie and I work as cleaner at a first class hotel, there is no better job for me other than this because I didn’t further my education after high school. I simply couldn’t afford it, I’m still very lucky to end up getting a job in this hotel even though it is just a cleaning job.

I drop my mop and duster and marvel at the sight of the room, it looks like a paradise and it makes me feel even more tired. How do people even afford a room in this hotel talk less of a suite as big as this? The bed is so soft, it call unto me and the pillow? Omg! It won’t hurt to have a simple nap, would it? Though I have never met the owner of this suite since I have been coming over to clean but one thing I’m sure of is that won’t be back until evening. I mean today is Monday and rich people do go to work right? My head fell on the pillow and off I go to the dreamland.

Damien

I checked the time on my wristwatch, the time is 12pm, it is still early for me to go back to my suite but I don’t care right now. I feel so angry after the heated conversation I had with my dad, I feel like lashing out my anger on someone or anything before I go crazy. I mean, how can my dad tell me he is not going to handover the other company to me unless I get married? He is blackmailing me and he knows it.

I got to my suite, put in my card and opened the door. The room is dimly lit and like it like that, I removed my tie and jacket and also undo the cuffs of my shirt. I was about to move to the bathroom when I noticed a mop beside the door, a bucket and a duster. What the hell? Did the cleaner forget this here? I saw a figure in the bed and quickly turn on the light fully.

There is a lady sleeping comfortably on my bed right now, not just a lady but a cleaner. I move closer to her and noticed that she is actually beautiful, she looks angelic sleeping like that. But who cares?

Nathalie

I opened my eyes slowly and hugs the pillow closer to my self. Why is this pillow so soft? Wait...I’m not in my room. I sat up quickly that I felt dizzy for second, I hope I haven’t overslept. I took in my surrounding and almost screamed when my eyes landed on a man sitting on the sofa opposite the bed. He has a glass of wine in his hand and he is staring at me intently.

He is shirtless and he is hot! I can stop staring at his muscular body, I’m sure my mouth is hanging open. Am I still sleeping? If not, why is Damien Kenneth, the youngest and most successful CEO in this country and other countries here in this hotel? and why does he look so comfortable? That is because he owns this suite idiot, my inner mind told me and I quickly jump from the bed. I am definitely in trouble because if this man should report me to the hotel manager I’ll lose my job.

“I-I’m sorry sir. I swear I only wanted to clean the room, I did not mean to fall asleep in your suite.” I said quickly and start looking for my mop and duster but it is no longer there.

“I already asked someone else to clean it up.” He said calmly. Oh my, his voice does a lot to me but that’s not where we are, is it?

“Please sir, don’t report me to the manager.” I sniff and fake a little tears, “this is the only job I have and I cannot afford to lose it.”

“Sit.” He motions at space beside him.

I hesitated for a while before taking my sit beside him. He grabs and the extra glass cup on the table and pours some wine for me.

“Go on, take it.” He urges and I collected it from him.

“I’m Damien. May I know your name?”

“Yes, I’m Nathalie.”

“Nathalie. What a nice name you’ve got.” He says. “I have a contract for you.” He said while sipping his wine slowly.

“A contract?” I asked again to be sure he actually said that.

“Yes. I need you to pose as my fiancée for a few months. I will pay you weekly till it is all over.”

“W-what?” I’m sure I’m gaping like a fish right now but I can’t help it. Is he really saying what I’m hearing?

He passes something on the table to me.

“That is my card you can call me anytime you are ready and then we can talk about the money. I’ll give you just three days to think about it.” He said and stands up, “and one more thing, I will not tell your manager about how unprofessional you were for sleeping in my suite.”

angelic sleeping like that. But who cares?

Nathalie

I opened my eyes slowly and hugs the pillow closer to my self. Why is this pillow so soft? Wait...I’m not in my room. I sat up quickly that I felt dizzy for second, I hope I haven’t overslept. I took in my surrounding and almost screamed when my eyes landed on a man sitting on the sofa opposite the bed. He has a glass of wine in his hand and he is staring at me intently.

He is shirtless and he is hot! I can stop staring at his muscular body, I’m sure my mouth is hanging open. Am I still sleeping? If not, why is Damien Kenneth, the youngest and most successful CEO in this country and other countries here in this hotel? and why does he look so comfortable? That is because he owns this suite idiot, my inner mind told me and I quickly jump from the bed. I am definitely in trouble because if this man should report me to the hotel manager I’ll lose my job.

“I-I’m sorry sir. I swear I only wanted to clean the room, I did not mean to fall asleep in your suite.” I said quickly and start looking for my mop and duster but it is no longer there.

“I already asked someone else to clean it up.” He said calmly. Oh my, his voice does a lot to me but that’s not where we are, is it?

“Please sir, don’t report me to the manager.” I sniff and fake a little tears, “this is the only job I have and I cannot afford to lose it.”

“Sit.” He motions at space beside him.

I hesitated for a while before taking my sit beside him. He grabs and the extra glass cup on the table and pours some wine for me.

“Go on, take it.” He urges and I collected it from him.

“I’m Damien. May I know your name?”

“Yes, I’m Nathalie.”

“Nathalie. What a nice name you’ve got.” He says. “I have a contract for you.” He said while sipping his wine slowly.

“A contract?” I asked again to be sure he actually said that.

“Yes. I need you to pose as my fiancée for a few months. I will pay you weekly till it is all over.”

“W-what?” I’m sure I’m gaping like a fish right now but I can’t help it. Is he really saying what I’m hearing?

He passes something on the table to me.

“That is my card you can call me anytime you are ready and then we can talk about the money. I’ll give you just three days to think about it.” He said and stands up, “and one more thing, I will not tell your manager about how unprofessional you were for sleeping in my suite.”