Episode 15

CHRISTIANE

We entered his room, and as I lay on his bed, he took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined pecs. He came on top of me, kissing and touching me, and I admit I almost let myself go.

"You're an idiot. I'll pay the contract remuneration," I said.

He stopped and looked at me, asking, "What?"

"That's not your problem. Just give me a few days," I replied.

I had no idea how I would manage it, but I wouldn't let him get away with it again.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You don't have the money. That's a large amount. The only millionaire friend you had was my grandfather," he said.

"You should only care about getting paid. How I get the money is my problem."

MARKUS

I couldn't believe what this girl was telling me. Different ways she could pay me came to mind, and none of them were pleasant. It annoyed me.

"If you think about prostituting yourself, I won't allow it," I said.

She laughed ironically.

"Look at me. Isn't that what you want to do to me? To make me your submissive and do whatever you ask? What's the difference?" she asked.

Suddenly, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"So, you'd rather give yourself to other men than me," I said indignantly.

"Yes, always when you don't get what you want," she replied.

Over my dead body, I thought.

"Fine, you have five days to get that money. If you fail, you'll have to comply with me in every way. You'll be my wife, my lover, my submissive, with no demands," I said.

Then, I approached her face to face and said, "You'll be completely mine."

With these words, I left the room and went to my study. I needed a drink and talked to myself.

"How will she manage it? Will she be capable of sleeping with a man for money?" I wondered. "She's beautiful, any man would pay whatever it takes to have her, myself included. I would give any amount to have her beneath me, writhing in pleasure," my thoughts intensified.

I had to console myself, visualizing her, looking sexy in that pink pajama.

"Damn it! Having the ability to be with any woman, and here I am, thinking about one who hates me," I said, finishing my sentence and throwing my whisky glass against the wall.

I would keep an eye on her every move, putting a GPS on her phone. Over my dead body would she surrender to another man.

CHRISTIANE

I saw him storm out of the room like a wild beast. But I wouldn't let Markus touch me again, even though seeing his well-defined pecs and muscular arms thrilled me. But this won't be the typical story of a masochistic woman who falls in love with the man who has humiliated her the most.

What I said to Markus about paying him the contract remuneration was just to keep him away from me. I had no clue how I would do it; I just said it to keep him at bay. I had to do something so he wouldn't take advantage of me. But now, here I am, biting my nails, unsure of what to do.

Prostitution wasn't even an option, but it crossed his mind.

"What kind of woman am I talking to?" I said angrily, talking to myself in my room.

But I didn't correct him, let him suffer in his pride that I would prefer another man over the great Markus Meyer. Although I didn't even believe it myself.

I went to bed and kept thinking until I fell asleep.

The next morning was normal. When I went downstairs for breakfast, he was apparently gone. So, I took my phone and sent a message to Angelika, telling her I would stop by her apartment today. I know my friend will advise me well and help me think of ways to get that money.

"Bettina, could you ask one of the maids to move my things back to my room?" I asked.

"Sorry, miss, but Mr. Markus asked for those things to stay there," she replied.

"What an idiot. We had a deal," I said, extremely angry.

Then I heard a deep voice coming from the kitchen, and Markus appeared. It surprised me.

"No, the deal is that you have five days to pay me. Until then, everything stays in its place," Markus said, eating an apple with evident mockery.

"You have no idea how much I hate you," I said.

He approached me, which still made me feel intimidated.

"I prefer your hate to your indifference," he said, bursting into laughter, and then he left.

I left very angry, hating that idiot, and went to Angelika's house. I told her everything and she was surprised. She said she didn't fully believe that Markus would give me the space to get that money.

"I don't understand, friend. Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Well, friend, he is used to always winning. He won't just sit idle."

Four days had passed and I still couldn't think of anything. Since my father was still in jail, I talked to my mother about selling the café business and getting the money as a loan from her. I promised to repay her with interest. After all, I have less than two months left to receive the inheritance from my grandfather, Rodolfo.

But she was taken aback, thinking I was in trouble and needed the money. She had a weak heart, so I talked to her and reassured her. However, I didn't bring up the topic again.

I saw Markus leaving many times. After he left, I would go down to have breakfast. He would return very late at night, probably enjoying himself at some club with a woman.

While going through my things, I found a card from one of the reporters who cornered me that day. I remembered his words, "We would pay anything to have Markus Meyer's wife on the cover of our magazine."

This was a sign from above.

So, I didn't waste time and called them. They were delighted with my call. They asked me to come to their company and I accepted. I got ready, wearing a short leather skirt that hugged my body, a burgundy sweater with a square neckline, black boots, and a matching blessed for the cold.

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