A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step Son

Juliet's Point of view

"You are like a father to me; I can't marry you. Please just help us, sir," I said and pleaded with my boss, who sat comfortably on his black leather chair, with the expectation that I would jump on his lap like his bitch does every time he needs them.

"Oh! Really, if you can't sign the contract marriage, then I guess you prefer to be an orphan if your mother dies." He said with his voice laced with seriousness.

I know he meant everything he said, as he stood up and slowly approached me; he began to speak in a low and odd tone, and I quickly remembered how he used to calm his prey before he would start the main task.

"You see, Juliet, you and your mother need my help, and I'll gladly do anything to help you, but what will I gain in return if you don't sign the marriage contract?" He asked me in a low and deceptive tone.

I gently removed his hand from my shoulder, like I always do, but I noticed he was becoming too intimate, so I hurriedly stormed out of his office.

He tries to stop me by blocking the door of his dimly lit office. I clench my fist together as I see his blazing eyes and the shape of his hard cock, straightened on his black trousers.

"Sir, please let me go." I pleaded in a soft tone, but he didn't hear my pleas; his cock is already aroused and needs to quench the fire with my virgin pussy.

"I'm not going to hurt Juliet; just abide by what I want, and all my wealth is all yours." He mused thoughtfully; as I walked further to the door, he pushed me back.

Mr. George has been longing to have sex with me, ever since I became his secretary, after the death of my father. I never prayed or wanted to work with such a man, but what options do I have? there was no other means to get a well-paid job in London Dockland,

How do I cater to the needs of my mother and me?

After a few minutes, I thought of becoming prey myself if I truly wanted to escape his nest, so I played along with him.

I remembered the pornography that was mistakenly sent to my WhatsApp number by an unknown number; I remembered how the lady there seduced her stepfather into having sex with her; I made the sex scene come alive at that moment just to escape Mr. George's office.

"Alright, boss, I've heard you, and I'm willing to do anything with you right now." I changed the tone in my voice to a romantic one.

"Exactly, my point, Juliet, I love you so much, and I can die for you." He made flimsy promises to impress me, but I remained calm at the end.

I walked up to him while awkwardly touching my open breast cleavage; his eyes were fixed on my fair skin breast as I got closer to him.

His face was plastered with a soothing smile, although I lingered in front of him, and then I spoke.

"Let me sign the contract now." I said it, and he was so pleased to hear it coming from my mouth.

I showed instead of telling him; he felt the voluntary submission from my side, and he didn't notice the deception in my voice and actions.

He gently stepped away from the door, which was only closed and not locked with a key; his face was glued with a cool smile.

"That's my Juliet, alright. Let me get the contract in my drawer." He said as he walks, "I promise that when you sign the marriage contract, I'll make the necessary arrangements for your mother's surgery ASAP." He spoke sternly with his voice barely above a whisper.

Immediately he completely stepped away from the door and back to his seat; I stormed out of the office and slammed the door so hard.

Before he could think of catching me I was long gone from his office; I left with no hope of where to get $22.5 million for my mother's surgery and treatments.

As I walked towards the company's gate, my mind reeled on what next to do to save my mother from her daily pains. I still find it difficult to forget the day Doctor Sam diagnosed and told us she had KIDNEY FAILURE; I nearly fell to the ground.

"Oh my God, what should I do?" She asked herself. "I've spent my entire savings on her treatment, yet she's still in pain." I said to myself with tears welling around the corner.

I reminisced on the pain my mother was experiencing, "How I wish I could help her carry the weight; she's weak and suffering, God." I muttered inwardly, with my eyes widened in tears.

When I visited her, her eyes were pale from the sleepless night she'd been having, and her feet were swollen like a pregnant woman. Her whole body has fallen apart.

"She's lean, God!" I exclaimed, "Please don't forsake me and my mother at this tough time." I whispered to myself, with tears streaming down my eyes.

I stood at the road for a few minutes, waving at almost all the cabs that passed by, but none of them stopped, until after 20 minutes, when I finally stopped one cab. "Please, take me to Monument Bank," I said to the driver, who in turn unlocked the car door, and I entered. Before I could even settle in, he turned his back to me.

"Your trip payment is $100 in cash, please." He sounded serious, and I checked my pulse; all I could gather was $57.

"Please, sir, I only have $57 with me, and I really need to get to the bank now, before it's too late." I pleaded in a low tone; he seems to understand what I was going through, but he claimed the cab belongs to someone, and he has a target to deliver to his boss.

"I can't, ma'am, I'm so sorry; my target must be completed before noon." He explains in detail for me.

And I had no choice but to step down from his car; I had nobody to call for financial assistance, talk less of someone that can come to my rescue.

Sarah, my best friend, who's the only one that could help, had traveled to Texas on a business trip, and she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.

And if I don't get to the bank on time, I might not be granted the LOAN for my mother's surgery. "What should I do?"