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Paparazzi lined the streets. Civilians lined it as well. Gates blocking them from crossing into the street, unfortunately I needed to cross that damn street so I could get to my job. I tried flagging down the police officer walking by and instead with all the screaming and waving arms it was just a waste of time. Looking down at my watch on my wrist I had 3 minutes to get to work one more tardy and I will be facing the can.

"Damnit." I whispered out. I turned and pushed past people, until I stopped by young women dressed in beautiful clothes holding a sign and screaming.

"Hey what's going on?" I asked them. One of them turned to me with a snobby look but the other responded.

"You don't know?" She asked with a simi high pitched excited voice.

"If I knew I would have known I wouldn't have asked." I retorted. She smiled I guess liking how I asked and she leaned in.

"Filthy rich Mr. Moore came to our small town!" She squeaked back.

"Whose Mr. Moore?" I asked.

"God! He only runs so many businesses! Like filthy rich and hot as hell!" She laughed out as she leaned closer to me fan-Girling over this man.

"Hmm.. Would have thought he was a prince with all this mess going on." I said. She gapped at me.

"He may as well be. Unfortunately he is marrying this bitch." She held up a picture on her phone of a beautiful woman. Maybe plastic but still beautiful.

"She only want's him for his money though." She sounded sad. And you don't? I left my question in my mind. She seemed pretty nice. Looking down I looked at my watch again. Shit one minute. Fuck it. I jumped over the gate nearest to me. Looking both ways across the street seeing commotion from my left side it was now or never. I bolted to the other side. Unfortunately as I neared the middle of the six way street I was shoved down and my hands bound behind my back. I could barely hear over the screaming from the paparazzi and civilians.

"Get off of me!" I screamed. Instead I was lifted to my feet with my hands handcuffed behind my back.

When I got spun around to face my captor I noticed a limo on the other side of the street stopped unmoving. The man who had me wore a black suit and had a clear ear piece in. As police began to swarm us.

Welp definitely lost my job now.

That's me the dumb blonde girl who would risk jail just to stay off the streets and keep a roof over her head. My name. Blair White. I'm 23 years old stood about 5 feet 6 inches. I'm a drop out of college couldn't afford the bills it came with on top of caring for my little brother's medical bill's. Why do I pay for my brother's bills well let's see. My mom chose drugs left us to dhs when I was 17 and my brother was just born. My dad well he died in an accident right before my brother was born. I just got my brother when I turned 21. I had to be that age to care for him and I have been struggling since and I chose to work at the coffee shop right across the street from me right now making 15 an hour, which still barely allowed us to live. Thank god my brother is old enough to be in school otherwise we would be homeless…Well I would be homeless. I really hope dhs doesn't take him from me if I get arrested right now and lose my job.

"Please let me go. I need to get to my job! That's it come one I need to keep a roof over our head!" I yelled and tried to squirm out of the man's hold.

"We are just going to take you with us for questioning."

"I didn't do anything wrong!" I yelled out. As he started dragging me to a nearby suv. Once I was shoved inside the back. He got into the passenger side and his companion started driving.

"Guy's please. I was just trying to get to my job…. That I probably just lost…God damnit. I'm going to lose my brother over this." Frustrated I threw my head back into the seat and quietly started crying until we reached whatever destination they were going. The men got out the one who originally grabbed me got out opened my door and pulled me out with my hands still bound behind me there wasn't much I could do, nor could I do much about the long blonde waves of hair hitting me in the face so I kept turning my head and trying to spit at random pieces trying to get ate.

We started to walk towards the building recently built in our small town that was looking to expand to a more business prospect. It was a magnificent building with a large red ribbon outside the front door and paparazzi stood by snapping photo's beyond just the ribbon and the building. They were snapping photos of the beautiful woman who stood next to a handsome specimen. I would only assume as Mr. Moore himself. He had dark hair with a faded buzz. A chiseled face and anyone could see his musclular body beyond the dark suit he wore. Grabbing a pair of scissors he cut the ribbon waved and walked into his building. The paparazzi snapping photos of him and his soon to be wife holding hands walking in and of course me. I could see the labels now. Crazy girl attacks Mr. Moore. What can I say sounds like a good story yet no where near what happened.

The man pulled me making me follow him through the building. Once everyone was inside I heard the doors lock. The building was beautiful marble floors white walls and black creating the perfect accent. It was too quite but what would you expect from a building that just opening. Heels clacked on the floor as I was being lead away to what ever room the men took me to.

We got onto an elevator and went up. 50 floors all the way to the top.

"Why not just take me to the police." I asked. Of course the men never answered. The elevator dinged open. We were in a waiting room at this point the man led me to a chair ushering me to sit the other male escaped behind large doors in front of us. After some time he opened the door telling us to follow and like a good puppy I did what I was told.

Walking into a large space that held two doors on either side of the room. One had glass walls that showed a large table and many chairs. The other way behind a white wall I would assume Mr. Moore's office.

Leading me into the one with the large table the men had me sit at the chairs and wait quietly. My heart rate raced and the consumed me as they stood at attention like I was a mad woman ready to murder someone. When finally the fine specimen and his soon to be wife entered.

She spoke first as they took their seats.

"Please explain why you ran across the road." Her voice pitchy and frankly that nasal sound that made you want to clock her in the face. Not like I would… I don't think. But who I am the smart ass came out of me.

"To get to the other side." I silently chuckled out. Earning a dark look from her, my attention was full on her. I would never disrespect a woman soon to be married and ogle her future husband.

"I meant why would you run across the road surrounded by police and body guards as well as gates. Don't you think that is a little reckless?" She rephrased her question.

I smiled up to her.

"I had a job to do." I said right as the body guards put their hands at attention to what I would assume would be guns.

"I mean as I had to get to work. Jesus does your men always assume someone is going to kill you or hurt you?" I retorted. A very mouth watering husky voice spoke up.

"Only when they think I am being threatened." Mr. Moore said. Me being who I am has to say something stupid.

"You're a grown man. Do you not know how to defend yourself?" Earning myself a glare from his soon to be wife but a small chuckle from him.

"How about let's not have to find that out. Shall we continue."

"Did you lose your job?" The woman spoke.

"How would I know, been in handcuffs this whole time. I would assume though."

She nodded her head deep in thought. Before she waved the guards off after they undid my cuffs.

"I have a proposition." She spoke after the men left the room leaving her. Mr. Moore and me.

"Go on." Curiosity killed the cat in me.

She shuffled closer to me. Now standing slightly over a foot away.

"Mr.Moore is in need of a woman." She said then stopped causing my eyebrows to arch slightly.

"You call your soon to be husband Mr.Moore? And what do you mean he needs a woman?"

This time he spoke up.

"You are quite beautiful. I need a woman to please me and help me with some other things." I stood up. What in the actual fuck is going on.

"First you are to be married here soon! Secondly I am not a fucking prostitute and you don't even know me."

She spoke this time.

"We actually do. Did a background check on you while you waited in the waiting room. You're name Blaire White 23 years old works as a barista takes care of her younger brother. You barley make enough to live. So the opportunity we are giving you would be life changing."

Mr.Moore spoke this time. My head reeling and moving back in forth astonished by this disgusting opportunity.

"She isn't really going to be my wife. This is actually May my best friend since child hood, raised together in secrete. Neither of us hold any feelings for each other rather than just friendship, as well as she is completely interested in woman." He chuckled out causing her to slap him.

"She has been helping me keep my grandfather off my ass. He is slowly dying and wanted to see me settled prior to his death but every woman I tried was interested in just money. So I gave up the idea and we lied to him, as well we lied about her expecting."

"Expecting?" I asked confused actually really intrigued in this conversation.

"Expecting a child." He said then continued. "So what we are offering. You and your brother will move and come live with us, you will please me as need and consummate a child with me that we will claim as her's until his death for that you will be paid accordingly a nice lump sum and when your healed you leave and we will care for the child like our own, but you will never have to worry again, as money is no problem. You will be able to live freely after the baby is born and live lavishly your brother and you. I just ask for 1 year, 10 million dollars."

"Why…why would you think I would be okay with walking away from my child." I stuttered out flabbergasted.

"Hun. We know it's hard but Alex doesn't do relationships of really any kind besides business. Our relationship took years and I am the only woman he would ever trust with everything. Neither of us want love but we do want a family. Together or not but right now together is the only thing we have going for ourselves."

I felt like I wanted to throw up. They want me to carry a child. My blood child my first baby hand it over to them and just walk away. I highly doubt they even know I'm a virgin so now I will lose everything to this man and woman if I agreed. This is just sick. They are just sick.

"May I leave and think on it. I still need to go to work."

"Of course." The woman said.