Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Brielle
“Hi, Mom,” I spoke as I walked into my apartment.
“Hi, honey.”
“Is Stella in bed?”
“Yeah, but I just put her down a little while ago. I don’t think she’s asleep yet.”
I walked into Stella’s room, and she opened her eyes.
“Mommy,” she whispered with a smile.
“Hey, baby.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and hugged her.
“How was your meeting?”
“It was very good.” I smiled. “Now go to sleep. You have school tomorrow. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I kissed her forehead and walked out of her room. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some into a glass.
“What did he want to discuss with you?” my mom asked.
I brought the glass up to my lips and took a sip.
“He wants me exclusively for six months.”
“What?” Her brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”
“That I can’t have appointments with other clients. Only him. And he’s paying me eighty thousand dollars a month.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I’m not.”
“And you agreed to that?” she asked.
“I did because if I’m only with him, I’ll have more time to spend with Stella. Plus, it’s eighty thousand dollars a month, and I’ll have a big tuition bill to pay if she goes to the Speyer school.”
“Do you trust this man?”
I stared at her for a moment as I finished off my wine.
“Yeah. I do trust him.”
The next morning, after I dropped Stella off at school, I met Sasha for coffee and told her everything about my deal with Caden.
“I just can’t believe this. He’s a single, hot billionaire who can have any woman he wants for free. If he was married, I could understand, but he’s not.”
“According to him, things with women get complicated and messy because they want more. He knows he’s safe with me.”
“So why is he such a relationship phobe?”
“I don’t know. He just said he has his reasons.”
While we were talking, my phone rang, and Caden was calling.
“Hello.”
“It’s Caden. I’m calling to let you know that our contract is ready. Are you available now to come to my office?”
“Sure. Text me the address, and I’ll be on my way.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
I ended the call and waited for his text message to come through.
“I have to go. Caden needs me to come to his office. The contract is ready,” I told Sasha as I grabbed my purse.
“I guess maybe I’d better get used to you jumping when he calls.” She smirked.
“I’ll call you later.” I smiled.
I left the café and headed to the address he sent me. When I walked into the building, I was immediately stopped by a security guard.
“May I help you, Miss?” he asked.
“I’m here to see Mr. Chamberlain.”
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Chamberlain isn’t available.”
I gently smiled as I pulled up Caden’s text message and held up my phone in front of the guard’s face.
“His text message says otherwise.”
“Just a moment.” He picked up his phone on the desk. “Your name?”
“Brielle.”
“Brielle what?”
Without even thinking, I spat out my last name.
“Winters.”
“There’s a Brielle Winters here to see Mr. Chamberlain,” he spoke into the phone.
Shit.
“Take the elevator up to the top floor,” he spoke.
“Thank you.”
I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the seventh floor. When the doors opened, an older woman with short, black, stylish hair looked up at me from behind her desk.
“You must be Brielle. I’m Louise, Mr. Chamberlain’s secretary.” She smiled as she extended her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Louise,” I spoke as I placed my hand in hers.
“Follow me. Mr. Chamberlain is waiting for you in the conference room.”
I followed her to the end of the hallway, where we entered the room through two large wooden doors.
“Brielle, come in,” Caden said as he stood up.
As I sat across from him, he poured me a glass of water and set it in front of me.
“How are you today?” he asked.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“Better now that this contract is made and you’re here signing it.” He smirked.
I picked up the contract and carefully read it over.
“I must be available at any time of the day when you call?” I arched my brow at him.
“Yes.”
“Can you be a little more specific?”
“Perhaps I need to fuck you in the middle of the day. You are to come when I call.”
“You will at least give me some notice, right? Because I might be in the middle of doing something and can’t get to you as quickly as you need me.”
“And what would you be doing?”
I sat there and narrowed my eyes at him.
“I do have a life, you know. I could be in the middle of grocery shopping or just shopping in general or at the gun range practicing my shooting.” I arched my brow at him as I pursed my lips.
“You won’t need your gun for the next six months. You’re safe with me, and you know that.”
“Do I really, Caden?”
He leaned back in his chair and stared at me.
“Fine. I’ll give you notice.”
“If it’s the middle of the day, I use a room at the Warwick Hotel.”
“Seriously? You have your own room there?”
“Yes. It was my way of keeping in control.”
“I could just come by your place.” He smirked.
“No. I don’t have clients come to my place, ever.”
“I can understand that, but I’m your only client, and I already know the real you, Brielle Winters.”
Shit.
“I said no, Caden. My place is off-limits. If that’s going to be an issue, you can have your contract back, and we’ll call this whole thing off.”
“What are you hiding, Miss Winters?” His eyes steadily narrowed at me.
“I’m not hiding anything. My place is my home for living purposes only, not for work.”
“Okay. The Warwick Hotel it is, then, if warranted. Is everything else to your liking?”
“There’s nothing in here about when I’m on my period,” I spoke.
“I thought about that. How long does it usually last?”
“About three days.”
“You said you were on birth control. I’m assuming you’re on the pill, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And you start at the same time every month?”
“Yes.”
“Then send me those dates, and I’ll know not to call you. Now, is everything else okay?”
“Everything else looks fine.”
He picked up a pen and handed it to me.
I took it from him and pressed it down on the paper. I hesitated momentarily, set the pen down, and looked at him.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
“The question isn’t if I’m sure, Brielle. The question is, are you?”
I took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and signed on the dotted line.
“It’s done,” I spoke as I turned the contract around and slid it to him.
He signed it, reached in his pocket, pulled out a check, and slid it across to me. I picked it up and stared at it.
“As I said, you’ll receive your checks the first of every month.”
He got up from his seat, walked over to me, and placed his finger under my chin.
“I have some time before my meeting, and I’d like to check out your hotel room.” He smirked.
“I’ll have to change first.”
“Why?” His brows furrowed.
“Because the hotel only knows me as Emmy Pine in disguise.”
“How long is that going to take?”
“I noticed you had a bathroom down in the lobby. I need to send a quick text to have my things here.”
“Okay. But don’t take too long.”
I pulled out my phone and sent a text message to Ben.
“I need my bag, and I need you to bring it to this address. Then I’ll need you to drive Mr. Chamberlain and me to the Warwick.”
“On my way, Brielle. I’ll be there in ten.”
“My bag will be here in ten minutes. All I need is about another ten to get ready. Outside your building, there will be a black sedan parked. I’ll text you when to come down.”
“A black sedan? You drive a black sedan?”
“I don’t. My driver does.”
“You have a driver?” His brow raised.
“I do. His name is Ben, and he’s been driving me for about four years. He watches out for me.”
“What else don’t I know about you?”
“Nothing.”
“I need to make a phone call. Text me when you’re ready,” he said before leaving the conference room.
I took the elevator to the lobby, where I saw Ben walk through the double doors.
“Your bag, Madame. But why do you need it?”
“Because he’s insisting that we go to the Warwick. I can’t very well show up like this.”
“Understandable. I’ll be waiting in the car.”
I took the bag and went into the bathroom, quickly changing into my black dress, stiletto heels, and wig. After popping in my colored contacts, I threw on my fake lashes and colored my lips a cherry red. After putting on my sunglasses, I casually walked out of the bathroom, out of the building, and climbed into the car, where I sent Caden a message.
“I’m ready and waiting.”
“On my way down.”
Ben stood outside with the door open, and Caden slid in next to me.
“Caden, I’d like you to meet my driver, Ben. Ben, this is Caden Chamberlain.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Ben spoke.
“And you as well, Ben.”
We arrived at the Warwick Hotel and walked up to the front desk.
“Ah, good afternoon, Emmy.”
“Hello, Joseph. I’d like my room, please.”
“Of course. I was thinking that I haven’t seen you in a while.”
He glanced at Caden and smiled at him.
“That’s because she’s been with me, and after today, she won’t need the room anymore. Isn’t that right, Emmy?”
“I don’t know. That’s something we will need to discuss in private.”
“Here’s your key.” Joseph handed it to me.
“Thank you.”
“As always, enjoy your stay at the Warwick.”
I gave him a small smile before heading to the elevator. Once we got to the room, I opened the door, and we stepped inside.
“So, this is where it takes place,” he spoke.
“Where what takes place?”
“Where you’ve fucked a lot of men.”
“This is it,” I spoke as I took off my heels.
“After we’re done, you are to cancel the room. I never want to return here again. You won’t need it for the next six months, so it’s a waste of money.”
“Are you uncomfortable here?” I asked as I removed his suit coat.
“A little bit. I don’t like the idea of that bed being used with so many different men.”
“You’re the one who wanted to come here,” I spoke as I unbuttoned his shirt.
“Because I was curious. So that you know, we’re not going to fuck on that bed. I’m going to nail you against the wall with your legs tightly wrapped around my waist,” he said as he slipped off my dress.