LITTLE BROWN BENEFIT

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Little Offer

Sacha's POV

"Are you going to invite me in, or just stare the whole time?" he asked with a smirk.

"What..oh yeah, sure, come on in," I gestured as I moved out of the way to let him through. He walked in as if he owned the place and when his eyes landed on Remy and Judy in the living room, he turned to me.

"You remember Remy?" I asked. Remy's mouth dropped opened too and Christian laughed.

"Yes, the one I had to carry," he recollected.

"Right, and next to her is Judy. My kid sister."

"Hi Judy," he greeted with a wave and Judy waved back to him.

"You two wouldn't mind if I steal Sacha for a few hours?" he asked them and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

Are we going somewhere?

Is he about to ask me out on a date?

"She's all yours," Remy quickly let out.

He turned to me.

"I'll go get dress," I said before a word came from his mouth. I should be playing difficult to get but there was something about Christian that I didn't want to resist.

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I took a shower and got dressed as quick as possible. I wrapped a head-scarf around my thick 4c hair and slipped into a red dress before borrowing one of Remy's heels.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I got into his car and fastened the seat belt.

"You'll see," he replied before pulling off the pavement.

After twenty minutes, we pulled into a massive building. He parked, and I got out and waited on his instructions which was a simple 'follow me'

He was a man of few words, perhaps.

I followed him into an apartment. The room was luxurious with grey painted walls and expensive looking furniture. I wasn't expecting anything less being as he was a billionaire but I didn't understand why he brought me to his home.

"We've just met and I'm in your home?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow while folding my arms.

"This isn't my home," he answered.

"Oh, okay. Why am I here though?"

"Because I have an offer for you." He undid the buttons to his sleeves and removed his shoes.

He better not do what I think he's doing. This fine man is getting undressed in front of me.

I felt my mouth watering as I watched his every movement.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I wanna fuck you," he answered

I let out a huge laughter from disbelief. He wanted to do what?Why me? He's a billionaire, he could get celebrities, women way up on the social ranks. Why would he want simple plain-Jane me?

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. I'm being very serious." He picked up his shoes and disappeared into another room, while I was left with crazy thoughts floating through my innocent mind.

Maybe he got the wrong impression of me.

I need to tell him that I'm not a prostitute. How dare he mistake me for a prostitute? I haven't even laid with a single man.

"You've thought about it?" his voice revealed him as he walked back into the room.

"I'm at a lost right now. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay. I have a desire, and it's you. I wish for you to pleasure me with every inch of your body."

"I'm not a hooker!" I almost shouted.

"I know that you're not. I'm happy that you're not as well. I don't do hookers."

"But why me?"

"Why not you?"

My head was spinning. "You don't even know me."

"What if I pay you then? Twelve million dollars. One million every month."

"Hold up. Let's get this straight, you're willing to pay me one million dollars every month?"

"Yes, for one year,"he confirmed and moved closer and closer to me and my breathing increased louder and louder. His arms circled my waist and I felt like the air was being sucked out from my body. His sweet masculine fragrance hovered over me like a prey and I knew I was falling for this man.

"Think about it, sleep on it, then call me and tell me your answer tomorrow," he softly whispered as he placed a card in between my cleavage area.

"Okay, I'll think about it," I said.

"Good, now, lets go to dinner." The atmosphere had completely changed and it was like as if he didn't want to fuck me as he said he wanted because he never once brought it up over dinner at the upscale restaurant he took me to. He was a total gentleman.

After our dinner and he had bought me back to Remy's place, I told her about his offer.

"Shut up! He's paying you to sleep with him. A million dollars every month? How many times he wishes to fuck you in one month?"

"I didn't ask."

"You're going to accept his offer, right? You can't pass that up."

"I don't know Remy. That's not who I am. I would rather work hard for my money."

" Then give him some hard core sex, shit!"

"Keep your voice down, don't wake Judy," I told her.

"Sach, swallow your pride. That money could be very beneficial to you. You could buy and house and all the things you never had. You could give your sister everything that she wants, and on top of that, Christian is fricking handsome. It's a win-win situation if you ask me."

"I just don't know. I don't like that sound of this. What if he has something up his sleeves?"

"Like what?"

"I don't understand why me?"

"Didn't you ask him?"

"Yes. His response was 'why not you?'

Remy giggled. "I wish it was me. Hell, I'll fuck with him for free and here you are questioning a twelve million dollars proposal."

Remy got up from the couch and went into her bedroom. I didn't sleep well that night. I'll have to give Christian an answer tomorrow.

Should I or should I not?


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