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“You’ll just have to sign this basic contract and an NDA,” he said.
I leaned forward and picked up the pen, scanning over the contract. My eyebrows raised as I noticed a couple of interesting clauses thrown in: one mentioned that I was not allowed to become romantically involved with my employer at any point, and another stated that I was prohibited from becoming pregnant with my employer’s child without permission.
“Um… What are these clauses for?” I asked, pointing to them. William leaned over and glanced at them, then waved his hand dismissively.
“All very standard.”
“But I–“
“Just sign the agreement,” Selina growled under her breath. “Unless you think you will break the clauses…”
“No, no,” I said, quickly scrawling my signature down on the dotted line and sliding the contract back to William. “I would never. I was just curious.”
Selina let out another “Hmph,” and stood, smoothing down her skirt.
“Well, that’s finished,” she said, nodding politely to William, who seemed already exhausted from our brief interaction. “Let’s go, Tiffany.”
…
We arrived at the location where I would be working and living a few minutes later. It was vastly different from the Tudor-style mountain mansion I had visited the day before, but equally as massive and beautiful. Selina and I walked through the marble lobby and took the elevator up a few dozen storeys before coming out into a gorgeous entryway with cherry wood parquet floors and large, arched windows that were reminiscent of an expensive Parisian apartment.
Ella was waiting for us when we arrived. She looked much more put-together and far less feral than the night before, wearing a prim baby blue dress with ruffles and a bow in her hair.
Much to mine and Selina’s surprise, Ella threw her arms around me in a tight hug and then took my hand, leading me away from Selina and around the massive apartment on a tour — which took over an hour since the place was so large, and I was thoroughly exhausted by the time it was over. Ella’s bedroom alone was bigger than my old apartment.
Finally, after she introduced me to the twin maids, Lily and Amy, Ella led me to what would be my room.
“This is your room!” she said, pushing open a large set of double doors with her tiny hands. I stifled a gasp as I saw how spacious and beautiful it was, with even a small balcony that overlooked the city below.
“This is… mine?” I asked, unable to contain my disbelief.
“Mm-hmm,” Ella said, climbing up on the bed and bouncing a bit. “Come feel the bed!”
Smiling, I walked over to the bed and sat down next to Ella.
“Wow, it is bouncy,” I said, to which Ella giggled and flopped onto her back, arms outstretched. I took the silence and the fact that we were alone as an opportunity to get to know Ella a bit better — as well as to pry a bit for information on this mystery father to make sure that he wasn’t a complete weirdo.
“So, can you tell me anything about your parents?” I asked. “Do you have a mom?”
Ella shook her head, still laying back and staring up at the ceiling. “Nope. I never met my mom. She died when I was born.”
“Oh,” I replied, my voice faltering. “I’m sorry.”
Ella merely sat up and shrugged, hopping off of the bed to walk over to the dresser and play with the ornate drawer knobs. “It’s okay. I’m happy with just my daddy. He’s always nice to me… I just wish he could spend more time with me.”
I stood and walked over to Ella. She turned and looked up at me, her eyes just as blue as they had been the night before. “I’m sure he wishes he could spend more time with you, too,” I said.
…
That evening, after spending the entire day together playing games, Ella and I were sitting on the living room floor while Amy and Lily prepared dinner. I was watching as Ella drew a picture with crayons, helping her to draw things that she couldn’t quite figure out yet for herself, when I heard the front door click open.
Ella jerked her head up and suddenly dropped her crayons, jumping up and running out into the foyer.
“Daddy!” she yelled. I took a deep breath and stood, smoothing down my shirt and quickly fixing my hair as I prepared to meet my employer for the first time.
“Hey, princess. Did you have a good day?”
My eyes widened as I heard his voice.
It seemed I already knew this wealthy, handsome father I had heard so much about.
Tiffany
I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, my back turned to the door as I heard footsteps approaching. How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago?
The footsteps came closer. I felt like a deer in headlights.
“Good evening, Miss Tiffany,” that all-too-familiar voice said from behind me. “Can we speak privately for a minute?”
I slowly turned around to face Asher Sterling, the handsome and wealthy werewolf CEO, the extremely well-known public figure, the man who I had slept with two nights ago… The man who tried to throw money at my feet like I was a prostitute.
He stood in front of me with Ella in his arms, the perfect picture of a loving father.
“Y-Yes,” I stammered. I watched as he set Ella down, then gestured for me to follow him; as I did, it felt like I was swimming through mud, like my limbs were heavy and useless. Was I dreaming?
We walked through the living room and into his study; I remembered it from my tour with Ella earlier. It had enormous bookshelves lining the walls that rose all the way to the ceiling, with a large carved stone fireplace and two tall, arched windows. There was a mahogany desk in the middle of the room and a small seating area by the fireplace. At the time that Ella showed me this room, I had found it stunningly beautiful. Now, it felt like a coffin.
“I’m so sorry,” I said as soon as the door clicked shut behind us. I stayed by the door, watching as Asher casually walked over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and sat down. “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied. I promise this isn’t a ploy to get money from you–“
“It’s alright, Tiffany,” Asher said, rubbing his tired eyes. “I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.”
