by Rose Cody
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters are over the age of majority and all sexual acts are completely consensual.
The Deal
(A Billionaire Romance)
First edition. August 29th, 2016.
Copyright © 2016 Rose Cody
Written By Rose Cody
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The Deal
Chapter 1
Robin pulls the pen from out of her mouth, tapping the chewed end against the desk as she listens to the moaning and creaking leaking out from under her boss’s office door.
Third one this week.
She never thought she’d be twenty four and listening to her boss fuck in the next room, but here she is. Maybe if she was still seventeen and she still worked at Burgers-4-Less, but as a secretary in a multibillion dollar investment firm she always thought there’d be more professionalism.
But, no.
Kurtis Yates is such a sleaze. The kind of guy who’s never seen with the same girl twice. And unfortunately his office seems to be the very place he likes to bring them most. Free rides or bought and paid for? The only thing that’s for sure is that these girls definitely aren’t looking to check out their mutual funds.
Given the chance, Robin would probably punch him in his stupid, handsome face.
It’s not like she could blame him though.
If she was a multibillionaire with a chiselled jawline and a sky high office overlooking the park, she’d probably be bringing girls back to it, too.
Even still, she wouldn’t make the secretary listen in on it.
Robin looks over to the round, white clock resting on the wall above the bushy fern. The end of the day can’t come soon enough.
Hell, at this point she’s looking forward to the end of her career.
Wishful thinking, though.
As much as she would like to quit and sail away to a different firm, the job market is shit right now and she’s lucky enough to have just been employed these last two years. Secretaries can’t be choosey when you’re in a recession.
Sometimes you got to just suck it up.
Robin picks up the ringing phone from her desk, sighing out as she brings the receiver up to her ear.
“Yates Investments, this is Robin.” She says, pushing out a cheerful demeanor.
“He’s… in a meeting right now.” She says, reaching over to the left of her keyboard for a pad of light blue sticky notes. “But I can make sure he calls you back…”
She leans against the back of her chair, lifting the pad into her hand as she balances the phone between her ear and her shoulder before reaching into her mug for a pen and clicking the top of bring down the ink.
She scrawls the number across the pad of paper, repeating it back to the man on the phone.
“Okay.” She says, tossing the pen over to her desk, watching it bounce off her monitor. “I’ll have him call you back. You have a good day, too. Bye.”
Robin hangs up the phone, leaning against her desk with her elbow as she peels the sticky note off the pad of paper.
“Ugh, I do not want to go over there…” She whispers to herself as she slides her rolling desk chair out from under her desk before getting up to her feet.
She pulls her richly tinted dark brown curls to the side over her shoulder as her short, black feels click against the terrazzo flooring as she walks out of the reception and over to her boss’s office.
Robin knocks twice on the frosted glass door, stepping to the side as she listens to the grunting come to a halt.
“You have an important phone call to make, Mr. Yates.” She says through the door as she listens to the shuffle.
“Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute.” She hears him say before the door opens quickly and a tall, blonde bombshell steps out stinking like lavender, her blue and white blouse dishevelled.
“See you around, Kurt…” The woman says, blowing him a kiss, her hips swinging back and forth as she backs up before giving Robin a little wink as she turns around to leave the office.
“Come in.” Yates says.
Robin walks in the office, shielding her eyes as she catches her boss zipping up his fly.
“Memo.” She says, holding out her hand with the phone number sticking to her finger.
“Oh, right.” He says, gazing at the number before tossing it on his desk. “I’ll get to that.”
Robin nods, turning around to walk back out of the office when he reaches out and places his hand on her shoulder.
“Stop. Stay.” He says, motioning towards the chair opposite his on the other side of his desk as he walks over to the wooden bar across from the beige leather loveseat on the other side of the room.
She watches as he pulls two short crystal glasses from the glass shelf, placing them down on the polished wood before reaching over to his bottle of deep, amber whiskey.
He pours two shots, one for each of them before lifting them up off of his bar and walking them back over to his desk.
“Oh, I couldn’t.” She says, putting her hand out and shaking her head. “I got to get back to work, I think I hear the phone ringing.”
“Nonsense.” He says, handing her the shot before walking behind his desk and sitting down. “Sit. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
Robin sits, her heart pounding in her chest as she nervously swings back the shot, gasping as it burns down her throat.
She places the shot glass on his desk as she watches him swallow the hard liquor down.
“Mmm. That’s good stuff.” He says, hissing out as he slides his finger under the collar of his shirt, loosening it before leaning back in his chair.
“I’m being fired, aren’t I?”
Chapter 2
“Fired?” He asks, raising his dark eyebrows as he lets out a soft chuckle. “Why do you think you should be?”
“No.” Robin says, shaking her head as she glances around the room. “But I can’t think of any other reason you would ask me in here and liquor me up like you were bringing bad news.”
“Forever a pessimist.” He says, smirking as he wags his finger at her. “I like that about you, Robin.”
He leans back in his chair, lifting his hands over his shoulders and intertwining his fingers behind his head.
“My family is having a little get together.” He says, sighing out. “A reunion. Cousins, aunts, uncles, my mom…In Barbados.”
“Oh. Sounds lovely.” She says, resting her hands on her lap.
“Doesn’t it?” He replies, sitting up straight in his chair as he brings his hands back down to his desk.
She nods, looking out the window behind him as she runs her fingers through her hair.
“Well, I need someone to go with.” He says, clearing his throat.
“Just go by yourself.” She suggests, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s a family reunion, you don’t need to bring a date.”
“Hm.” He chuckles as he absentmindedly brushes his fingers over the keys on his keyboard. “Oh, but I do.”
“I’m sure there will be stuff for you to do down there, sir.” She says, listening intently, hoping for a phone to ring so she can escape the conversation.
“See, the thing is,” He starts, hesitating as he shakes his head
, a smirk upturning the corner of his mouth. “My family wants to meet my wife.”
“Your wife?” Robin gaffs. “Was that her who just left? Or was it the one who was here yesterday. Maybe the girl who left her underwear in the counter of the ladies bathroom last week?”
“I know! I know!” He says, throwing up his hands as he rolls his deep brown eyes. “I don’t have a wife. But they don’t need to know that.”
“Why would you tell them you’re married?” She asks, her mouth agape as she shakes her head. “You know what…” She stops herself. “I don’t really care.”
She gets up from her seat, smoothing her fingers over her skirt as she turns around to leave.
“Why don’t you come with me?” He asks, his arm reaching out with his palm upturned.
“Why don’t you just ask one of your whores?” She asks, turning to look back at her boss from over her shoulder.
“Oh, please.” He says, shaking his head as he gets up from his seat.
He picks his shot glass up off of his desk before walking back over to his bar and pouring himself another shot.
“They’re fine-ass women, but they’re not wives.” He says before tipping his head back and swallowing the hard liquor.
He shakes his head, closing his eyes and gasping out as the whiskey burns his throat.
“No, I need someone more wife-like.” He says, placing the shot glass back down on the bar before walking back over to his desk.
She turns around, shaking her head as she watches him gaze out the window into the park.
“Wife-like?” She asks, the phrase peaking her curiosity.
“Yeah.” He says, quickly glancing back at her. “As in, not whorish. Plain.”
“Plain?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you mean by plain?”
She gasps as he turns around, lifting his hand up and down as he motions towards her.
“Plain.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well good luck finding someone plain.” She says, huffing from her nose.
“Hey, it’s a compliment.” He says. “I’m telling you you’re wife quality. You made the cut. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” She says sarcastically. “I’m very flattered that you consider me ugly enough to be your fake wife, but I think I’m going to have to pass.”
“Hold on now.” He says, as he watches her turn to walk away. “It’s not like I expect you to play my wife for free. You would be getting something out of it, of course.”
“Like what?” She asks, turning her head back to look at him as her narrowed eyes squint.
“I’ll triple your hourly pay.” He says, nodding his head as he smirks at her. “And did I mention it’ll go all the way around the clock? We’re talking thousands of dollars, here.”
She hesitates, her legs aching to step over to him to shake his hand.
“No.” She says, looking down at the ground and shaking her head before lifting it high as she takes a deep and confident breath through her nose. “No, I will not be your lie.”
She stomps out of his office, her heels clicking against the terrazzo before she turns around to reach back inside to grab the door handle.
“Get one of your whores to do it.” She suggests again as she roughly pulls the door shut.
Chapter 3
Robin watches the clock closely, the last half an hour of her day always ticking by slower than the rest.
“The nerve he has.” She whispers to herself, fuming.
She jumps, her heart stopping as she hears the muffles ringing of her phone inside of her purse under her desk before she quickly reaches down and picks up her bag.
Robin answers her phone inside of her bag, not wanting the ringing to fill the reception area before she pulls it out of her bag, looking around for her boss before bringing the cellphone up to her ear.
“Hello?” She asks, her voice just above a whisper.
“Robin?” She hears on the other end, immediately recognizing the voice.
“Mom.” She starts, rubbing her finger tips over her eyebrow as she leans against her desk, sighing. “Mom, I’m at work. You know I can’t talk at work. I’ll call you back in half an hour, alright?”
“Robin, I just got terrible news” Her mother says, ignoring Robin’s request.
“Oh, my God.” She says, sucking in air as she sits up straight, her stomach sinking. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“It’s your grandmother…” Her mom sobs into the phone. “I just got a call from her care home and the woman on the phone says that we’re so behind on payments that they can’t keep her anymore.”
“What do you mean they can’t keep her?” Robin asks, her arm trembling as she holds up the phone. “If she doesn’t have a nurse…” She whispers. “Mom, she can’t take care of herself, she needs medical care.”
“I know sweetheart.” Her mom says, her voice shaking. “But what are we supposed to do? They won’t keep her! She’s going to have to come home.”
“But mom,” Robin says. “We don’t know how to take care of her. If she comes home, she’s going to die…”
“I’m so sorry, Robin.” Her mom says, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s just nothing we can do.”
Robin sits in silence as she looks down at the phone in her hand.
Her grandmother was the woman to raise her. To bake her cookies. Whose house she went to every day after school for twelve years.
Robin’s mother was always a working mom, long hours at a café taking up most of her mornings and the register at the grocery store just a few blocks away taking up her evenings nearly every single night, so in a way her grandmother was always just another mother to her.
She fought hard, tooth and nail, to keep her grandmother out of a care home. She never thought it was fair to ship someone too old to take care of themselves away, like they weren’t family.
It took her years to realize that her grandmother got all the medical care and attention she could ever need there. In reality, it wouldn’t have been fair to her to keep her at home, locked up in her house too old to help herself.
Robin places the phone back in her bag before letting it fall to the ground. She scrunches up her nose, wiping a small tear away from under her eye, denying it the chance to run down her cheek before she roughly kicks her bag into her desk, knocking it hard against the plywood wall.
But now, that’s it. Maybe the kindest thing to do now would be to just make her grandmother comfortable. Not everything is going to be fair.
Robin sniffs, turning her head to look over to her boss’s office, her eyes tracing the lettering on the frosted glass door.
She takes a deep, shaking breath as she works up the courage to get out of her chair.
There’s no other option. She’s going to have to do it.
Robin stands, clearing her throat and smoothing her hands over her clothes before wiping away the puffiness from under her eyes.
She walks over to Mr. Yates’s office door, holding up her hand as she balls it into a fist before lightly rapping it against the door.
“Yeah, come in!” She hears him call through the door.
Robin twists the shiny silver handle, pushing the door to his office open before peaking her head inside.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” She asks, nervously biting her bottom lip as she watches him take a long sip of coffee from his mug.
He waves her inside as he puts his cup back on the desk before clacking against his keyboard, quickly finishing up whatever it was he was working on.
“What can I help you with?” He asks, his eyes connecting with hers.
She walks into his office, sitting down in the chair across from his as she bites the inside of her cheek in frustration.
“I’ll be your wife.” She blurts out, rolling her eyes as the words slip off her tongue.
“Hm.” He nods, his lips upturning into a smirk as he leans back in his chair. “I knew you’d come
around.”
“But I want more money.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I want a raise when we get back from the trip, too.”
“Sure.” He nods. “You’re good for a raise I suppose. How much are we talking.”
“Four…” She says, trying to think quick. “No, I want five times my hourly pay right now.” She says, before picking a number out of thin air. “And I want ten dollars an hour more when we get back.”
