“He did, and now that you have it, my job here is done. See you soon, Miss Bana.” With that, he leaves.
I lean forward, watching as he walks down the hallway, and I close the door but do not step back far enough, so the door hits me on the side of the head.
Fuck me.
Thank fuck no one saw that.
“What is it?” I turn to find Simone standing in the middle of the room. I wave the black envelope at her.
The paper has a premium quality and conveys an aura of money. The matte finish, complemented by glossy edging, presents a refined, rich appearance. Turning it over, I carefully open the sticker and remove a black card featuring Romeo’s crest.
The card displays an elegant typeface, with the initials RDM positioned above a fine line.
“Damn, sugar tits. Fucking open it already.”
I grin and open the card. I gasp, my hand going to my mouth seeing the black, shining Amex card looking back at me.
“Holy fucking shitballs, babe. He gave you his rich-boy fucking credit card.”
“There is a note.” I hand the card to Simone, who examines it like she has discovered a dinosaur tooth.
“How long ago, sis, did you agree to this?” she asks me, mouth agape as she stares at the little plastic card in her hand.
“An hour.” My voice is low, in awe.
I stare at the note, letting the words run around my head.
Nell, as I said our deal will be all expenses paid. Here is my card; please buy yourself a nice dress for the wedding. And some other clothes for events which are listed below. Get some new everyday outfits, plus some bikinis. Make them sexy to show off that body I know you are hiding under the baggy clothing I saw you in.
I look down at my baggy stained T-shirt and grimace.
You are the date of Romeo De Massy; you must look the part. So please do not worry about the amount that you spend. Believe me, I can afford it, as I am sure that you already know. You are a smart girl, so I can imagine that you looked me up online. I need you to play the part of mine.
My body tingles in all the right places reading the word ‘mine.’ I know that I am not his but hell, a woman can dream, right? I mean, have you seen the man?
I read on.
We're going on a date this Friday, so please pick out something stylish to wear. I can't wait to see you again and feel you in my arms, even if it's just for the week.
See you soon, Romeo.
I hold the card to my chest, and close my eyes. I am his for a week, and I can already feel my heart doing stupid flips like a drunk gymnast.
“He wants me to go shopping for the wedding.” I whisper.
I'm uncertain about the significance of the note on his card. He has expressed eagerness to see me again, but is that to format a plan for the wedding or does he really want to see me?
Damn it. I knew this would happen.
He has been on my mind since our last meeting, which has even resulted in a few messed up coffee orders.
“So you get to spend his money, fuck him for a week in Hawaii, and then come home and go back to normal. No strings attached?”
I nod to her, my stomach knotting up.
“Girl, you get all the luck. Shit.” She sighs dramatically. “I suppose we need to go shopping. Oh no, what a dreadful fate we must endure,” Simone says with a fake bored tone, and I laugh.
We giggle like school girls falling into each other while we rush to my bedroom to get ready.
