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Contract of Romance

JennyJ
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"Now, if you are done, undress and dance for me like a good girl you are." Broke and desperate, Elira signs a contract with the city's youngest billionaire. She must be his romantic partner, whenever, wherever, and however he wants. No love. No promises. Only control. But when sparks ignite and secrets unravel, will they erase the contract? Or write a new one?
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Chapter 1 - Am I Fired?

My eyes filled with tears while the shock and confusion hit me like a wave in an instant. Out of everything, I didn't expect to hear that I was fired.

"Am I fired? But why?"

The sounds of music hit my ears while I looked at the new bartender who replaced me. I didn't even know the reason I got fired. I had always been diligent in my work and even worked overtime, not caring how late it was getting.

"We are doing cost-cutting here. Moreover, customers here preferred Lily, so we had no choice but to take the decision." The manager replied.

"But..." I bit my inner cheeks, swallowing the lump formed in my throat.

"Elira, I am sorry, but you have to leave. If we again have any requirements, we'd definitely reach out to you."

I didn't understand what to say or how to even convince him. I needed the job. Any job. I was really desperate for money, so I clutched my hands, and with my teary eyes, I begged him, "Please. Please do something. I cannot afford losing a job now."

He let out a frustrated sigh as I didn't leave, so he had the security throw me out of the bar. I couldn't help but start crying at my situation.

In the mirror of one of the vehicles, I noticed the puffiness around my brown eyes, the redness on my cheeks, and how pale I started to look.

As I began leaving, two guys stood in my way, stopping me from taking another step. Quickly, I recognized them. They were the regulars at our bar. Ex-bar.

"Poor puppy got thrown out." One of them mocked, without taking his eyes off me. His muscularly built frame towered over my petite one, which started to scare me.

They always hit on me. Whenever I served them, they tried to touch me or make me agree to their needs, so I used to escape them. I started to serve all others except the two. In my place, I used to send some others.

"What will you do now, baby?" The other person joined.

Ignoring them, I started to leave. As soon as I crossed the street, he held my hand while the other guy covered my mouth with his big hand.

My screams were muffled, and I looked around hoping to find anyone who could help me. As it was a dark alley beside the bar, there was hardly anyone. It was the only way that led to the street of my rented house, so I had no choice but to take it.

"How dare you ignore us when you were working there?" The guy who covered my mouth hissed in my ear. "Now, we will show you what happens to people who ignore us."

Mustering up the strength, I bit the hand that covered my mouth and kicked the other in between his legs.

Without wasting a minute, I started to run, but they were adamant. They started to chase me.

"Help!" I screamed my lungs out, still running away from them.

"Stop running." They shouted in unison.

Sweat formed on my face, and I was nearly out of breath when they almost caught me, but a black BMW stopped between us, almost knocking them both.

I froze for a moment, switching my gaze between the car and the guys who were chasing me.

They also stood frozen, not understanding what just happened. Their faces were in awe as their gazes fell on the latest model of the car.

When they were distracted, I took the chance and started to run again, but one of them held my hair, dragging me back.

"Bitch, where do you think you are going?"

I struggled to free myself from his grip, and that was when I heard, "Let her go."

Not exaggerating, but the six-foot man in his three-piece suit who got out of the car was nothing but a handsome hunk. With his deep black eyes, sharp nose, and perfectly structured jaw, he was a feast to anyone who looked at him.

His intimidating gaze fell on me for a moment before glaring at them. In his deep voice, he said, "If you want to save your lives, you'll do what I say."

They both looked at each other and then lunged at him. Before they even touched him, his bodyguards twisted their hands, earning screams from him. Without giving a break, they broke both their arms.

Their screams and the visual were so horrifying that I started to fear not them but the man who was supposedly helping me.

"No, stop it." I shouted, scared.

There was no sympathy or mercy on the man's face. It seemed he was enjoying it.

"Stop it." I shouted again.

He gestured to his bodyguards to leave them, and they immediately left them. The guys ran away scared in a minute.

The first thought that entered my head was to run away from whoever he was, but my polite side urged me to thank him.

"Thank you for the help." I said, hiding my fear and nervousness.

I didn't wait for his response and started to walk away, but I was dragged back by the same person, who saved me.

My eyes widened as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. A small smirk appeared on his face as he leaned closer to my ear, and the next thing he spoke sent a shiver down my spine.

"You can't just escape from the devil who saved you, so babygirl, be careful from whom you take help the next time."