The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 7

　　Evelyn’s blood boiled. She looked at the man in front of her and wondered how he dared to say those words.

　　It was true that she had put herself in this situation but it had never been about the money. One look at him had weakened her knees and had her imagining being on her back for him. Or her front. Or sideways. Any whichever way he wanted her. He had turned her head from the start. She often wondered if the way she had looked at him had been the reason he had offered her this position.

　　She would have said yes without the offer of a monthly wage, but now the fact that she had would always be held against her.

　　“Escort,” she said through gritted teeth.

　　“No, Evelyn. Whore. Prostitute,” Roman said coolly. “You let me fuck you however I want in exchange for money. That is the literal definition.”

　　The way he said that, as if he really didn’t give a shit about her feelings, hurt more than the words themselves.

　　“Roman_”

　　“Mr. Ashfield,” he cut in.

　　She bit her jaw. He never cared what she called him.

　　“I quit. I don’t want this position anymore. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone else.”

　　It was hard to let those words past her lips but she hadn’t watched her mother work two jobs most of her life just to end up like this. Her parents would be heartbroken if they ever found out what she had become.

　　“That’s true,” Roman said arrogantly. “But none of them would be so... easy.”

　　Her cheeks coloured and she looked out of the window. Bastard.

　　“Your lawyers can let me know how much I need to pay and we’ll be done with it.”

　　Roman sighed as he looked through his paperwork again and then handed her a few sheets from the pile.

　　“I’ve taken the liberty of printing out a copy of your contract. Pay attention to all the highlighted areas and then tell me again that you can afford to pay the penalty.”

　　The contract that she had signed had come with many sections, including a Non-Disclosure Agreement and pages full of rules. The rules she had memorised. The contract itself, not so much.

　　With a frown, she started to leaf through it until she came to the first highlighted section. Her eyes bulged at the figure. Ten times what he had paid her plus all expenses, including rent and utilities?

　　She eyed the man in horror and then back at the contract. She could never afford rent at that place even if she was gainfully employed. But she’d signed this. She remembered the day clearly. She’d been surprised when she had been led to the top floor and come face to face with the man himself. Her brain had turned to mush before he had even made his proposal and had stayed like that the whole time she had been signing the papers.

　　“What do I need to do to get out of this?” she whispered.

　　“You can’t. Not unless you have all of that money to pay me.”

　　“You don’t even need it,” she pointed out.

　　“It’s still mine,” he answered with a shrug.

　　She bit her lip as she looked out of the window, fighting back the tears. When had he become such an asshole? Maybe he had always been one. Decent men didn’t pay women to sleep with, that should have been a sign. She’d screwed herself by agreeing to this in the first place.