Chapter 8 Be My Contract Wife

• "What with the staring today Clara? Get a grip of yourself, yes he is handsome but not my spake." She humbled under her breath before narrowing her attention back to him.
• "I am not checking you out and how did you get my name?" She tilted her head to the side wondering how he got her name when she didn't know anything about him.
• "I saw it on your work ID tag last night"
• "Oh okay, so why did you call me here?"
• "Please have your seat." He spoke politely to her and for the first time, she could see that serious look on his face again unlike the guy she met yesterday at her work.
• Without saying any words Clara sat on the seat before him.
• "Did you care for anything?"
• "No I am fine" just then the door to his office swung open and a lady walked in. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a blue bottom-up top.
• "Did you care for tea or coffee?" she asked with a broad smile all for the Grand Gold president.
• "Bring us coffee"
• "No, I don't drink coffee," she replied sharply.
• Alexander turn and face her shock and surprise in his eyes she just reminded him of someone *Is it a coincidence this is the second person he has known to hate coffee*
• "Bring me coffee and tea for her," Alex turned and told the lady.
• "Okay sir" she bowed her head lightly before walking out.
• "So why did you call me here?" She watched him closely, her hands folding under her breast.
• "I got a business for you this is going to benefit you and me"
• "Okay, what is the business deal?" She asked. This is exactly why she wants a better job to gather up for her daughter before she departs.
• "I am going to employ you as my Secretary with good payment. You will be the only secretary receiving the largest money in the whole of Bryxton City."
• "What!" Clara stuttered, she wasn't expecting such a huge position from him and why would he employ her just like that? Wait, what would he stand to gain? her face dropped into a frown as she stared directly at him. He must surely need something from her.
• "What did you want from me you can't just offer me this job without needing something." She raised a brow at him, her eyes not leaving him. She could see the changes in his facial expression but she couldn't fathom what he was thinking as silence descended on them while Alexander watched her closely. The only thing that she could hear was the constant tapping of his hand on the table.
• The door cracked open and the lady that came earlier walked into the office with coffee. She bowed her head and dropped the coffee before Alexandra and the tea before Clara.
• "Sir is that all.'' She turns to Alexander giving him that full bright smile again and for some unknown reason Clara doesn't seem to like the lady because her smile doesn't look genuine.
• "Yes, you can leave," Alexander said without even giving her a stare.
• She bowed her head politely and walked out, her shoe making a clicking sound on the well-tiled floor.
• "If what you want from me is my body I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Walton, I won't be interested in your work," Clara said, bringing him back to their main discussion.
• "No Miss Clara I don't need your body at least not now"
• "Then what did you want from me?"
• Lean closer and stare directly into her eyes "Your time. I want you to pretend to be my wife for four months" he broke the news.
• "What!"
• A light chuckle sound escaped Clara's lips as she watched the man seated before her. Is he joking or what? Why should she want to be his fake wife?
• "You are doing this just for four months and after that four months we will both go our separate ways."
• "What did you take me for, and why should I want to be your fake wife?" Clara rolled her eyes at him as she tried to calm down. Right now she is trying not to get angry with the rubbish pouring out of his mouth.
• He adjusted well on his seat and she could see a flash of disappointment spread past his face. "You will gain a lot from this Ms. Clara because the money I will be paying you will be much more than enough to settle your bills. Take this." He opened his drawer and he brought out a cheque. "This is Fifty thousand dollars. Use it to get yourself new dresses because you can't be wearing these rags as my wife."
• Wtf!
• Did he just call the clothes she was wearing rags? Although they are not first grade, did he have the slightest idea of how much she bought them?
• "Don't worry you don't have to thank me I can tell that you feel like crying because of the amount of money I gave you if you think it is not enough I will top it up for you"
• Binaca was irritated with the way he speak she could feel that pride in his voice but right here she was going to disappoint him with his stupid ego she will rub it to his face.
• He is an arrogant fool that thinks he can get everything he wants because he is rich but I Clara will let him down. Clara smiles widely at him.
• "I don't need your money and I can't be your wife." She broke the news to him and she could feel the disappointed expression on his face. He looked like someone who had seen a ghost.
• "You must be joking right? don't tell me you are rejecting the money there is more if you want" He shrugs and chuckles lightly.
• "I am rejecting everything Mr man both your money and your f**king job," Clara said to his face and she stood up from the chair she was seated in.
• "You are going to regret this young lady and don't come back begging me" He warned me which sounds more like a threat.
• Though Clara doesn't know what he has in mind but whatever it is she is ready to face it. She knows he is a freaking rich guy that got everything at his beck and core but she doesn't give a fuck about his money and besides, she can't live the few time she has on earth with a fake identity as his wife.
• She turned around and faced him, "I will never come back to you, to hell with you and your job, not even your money can change my mind." She hissed loudly and walked out of his office. She could feel his eyes pinned on her from behind but she made sure she walked out of his office with her head held high.
• "Since you know how run that mouth of yours I think they are many things you can do with it."