Back at his bedroom I'm staring at the seven hundred dollar outfit which consist of a white silk blouse and a grey pencil skirt along with the matching grey blazer; the perfect wear for office work.
There's a few more of the same clothes currently in his wardrobe and Jeremy has told me that he had bought them yesterday only to be quickly delivered today since he owned the firm which provided these sort of woman clothing.
When I had asked exactly how many other firms he owned. His answer had been that he is the Chief Executive Officer of The Lawson Group, his company original inherited by his late father. The company itself majors in telecommunication along with marketing and other productions. The company currently employs over fifty thousand people in the US making Jeremy one of the richest most influential man in country after his father.
The fact that my jaw had dropped after he'd told me this showed me just how much I lacked in expandable knowledge of the works of the world. How on earth did I find myself in the arms of one of the richest man in this country? Let alone sleeping with him.
So I put on the pencil skirt outfit along with the five hundred dollar heels. I brush my hair thoroughly and put on little make up he'd also purchased and all the while I am doing this, I'm aware of I will be starting work in thirty minutes and so I practically run down the stairs.
I find Jeremy standing at one of the coffee tables, with his phone on his ear. For a moment I have to stop and admire him. He looks fresh and sexy in his dark blue trousers which hang low on his waist and his white tugged shirt which is opened a few buttons on his neck.
He turns when he sees me and instantly his expression turn to one which is mesmerised. He hangs up on the phone.
"You look...wow." He comments as I reach him.
"I look like I'm ready to boss everyone in my imaginary firm."
He laughs. "This makes you look older," he smirks.
He takes me in his arms and I hold his upper arms. He kisses me, his lips molding with mine. Instantly I get the butterfly fluttery feeling in my stomach that can only be ignited by him.
"Mmmh, you're so tempting." He murmurs between my lips.
I want to say that he is too but I hold my tongue, knowing that we might not make it out of the door if I do.
"Come, let's go." He releases me and goes to take his blazer. Once he's done putting it on, he leads us out of the house and into the huge garage.
As the garage door opens my mouth drops. There are two SUVs, one black and the other dark blue, next to these are the three small, sleek and sporty looking cars. At the far end there are three motorbikes.
"You ride bikes?" I ask suddenly.
He smirks. "Yes."
I look up at him and the only thought forming in my mind is that there's a lot more I still need to discover about this extraordinary man.
"I might take you on ride sometime," he offers.
I blanch at that, my expression turning to fear as I gaze back on the sleek bikes which now look offending.
Jeremy chuckles at my reaction, "You don't like bikes?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't been in one. It's the possibility that I might ride with you that's scary," I admit.
One of his eyebrows quirks up, "Why? Don't you trust me?"
"It's not a matter of trust. I trust you fully, it's just that..." I trail.
He smiles, "I know, first time." He smirks.
He's laughing at me, I think as I follow him to one of his SUVs. He opens the passenger door for and I climb into the seat.
"So these are all your cars?" I ask.
His eyes glance down at me as he takes the car into reverse. He smirks, "Yes, but that's not all of them in total."
I gasp. How many more? I wonder.
"It depends where I am, which country or city I'm in." He explains.
"So you have places around the world?"
"Yes."
We fall silent afterwards and I'm trying my best to take it all in.
It is minutes later when we cruise away from his beautiful mansion and back to the city.
During the ride Jeremy fills me in with his favourite things to do, which is mainly dirt biking and if possible when he has time, scuba-diving, surfing and other water activities including sailing, as well as snowboarding and skiing. I listen to all he says with fascination and I'm mentally locking away all this information.
He recounts a story when his father had taken him and Matthew to Alaska on a skiing trip and he tells me how it'd been one his favourite moments.
When I'd asked him what happened to his father, his whole expression had suddenly displayed an array of emotions; anger, loss, as well as cold, but mostly loss and so I had immediately retracted the subject away from that certain topic. He didn't have to tell me.
He parks the car near Greta's apartment and we both get out.
The minute we enter Greta's apartment we meet her by the door.
As soon as she sees me her expression turns to surprise and as she looks at what I am wearing, she gives me a critical eye.
But when she casts her eyes behind me to Jeremy the surprise is back in her face.
"Hi." She greets me curtly before asking, "Do you want to tell me why Matthew was here, wanting to buy you off?"
Wait. What?
"He did what?" Jeremy suddenly bellows, voicing out my thoughts.
Greta looks at him in surprise.
"Who is this?"
"Jeremy," I turn to him. "This is Greta, the woman kind enough to have taken me in."
"Hello, nice to meet you. Excuse me for asking but how do you know Leyla or even Matthew?" Greta interjects even though I hadn't introduced him to her.
Immediately she batters her eyelashes up at him as she moves closer to us, clearly blatantly ignoring me.
Jeremy only frowns momentarily at her and I think he doesn't know what to make of her.
"You said Matthew came here to buy Leyla off?" He ignores her question.
"Yes, he told me he was willing to pay her debts to me in return she will belong to him." She answers him quickly and I think she's intimidated by him.
"And did you accept?" He clenches his jaw in anger or is it frustration.
"Of course I did." She fidgets with her hands.
My blood runs cold. She sold me! I am human being for crying out loud, not some piece of asset to be sold.
Jeremy glares at her, "You sold her off?" His voice is stoic but his expression screams anger.
"I-I..." Greta trails, speechless.
"What? Is Leyla some sort of slave, some sort of meaningless thing to be sold? Do you have any idea...you know what, forget it." He breathes in anger.
He grabs my arms to pull me closer to him in a protective gesture, at the same time it's as if he's seeking some sort of comfort because he kisses my head.
"Go and get your things. I don't want you near this place," he whispers tenderly only to me.
I look up to his eyes and he's pleading with me.
"Okay." I tell him as I move away from his hold, away from Greta and walk toward my small room to fetch my possessions.
Once I'm there, I grab the bag pack I always had and I take the uniform for Millie's, I take a few clothes which still look in shape and are presentable and I leave the ragged ones, I also leave my toiletries. I take my box of possession and then I stand by the door, mentally saying goodbye to the room that had once meant so much when I'd first came here.
Back to the hallway I find Jeremy on the phone and Greta standing there awkwardly as she ogles at him. It's clear she's attracted to him but at the same time she's intimidated. She also holds a stack of money on both of her hands, but her concentration isn't on the money. It's on him.
"Yes...Molly, just tell them I'll be there in ten minutes... They can wait." He speaks on the phone.
Once Jeremy sees me, he takes my hand and hangs up on the phone.
"You have everything?" He asks me, his eyes searching mines for confirmation.
"Yes."
"Okay, let's go." He opens the door and leads us out.
I look back at Greta wanting to say something, anything because I know this will be last I see her.
"Thank you Greta for everything." I smile at her.
She only presses her lips, her eyes still casting a critical eye and I can tell somehow that she's glad I'm leaving.
I sigh and let Jeremy lead me to his car.
My thoughts leave from Greta to Matthew. He bought me off? Why?
What exactly is he trying to achieve, he had been clear from that day that he found me disgusting so what is his motive for paying Greta my debts. Surely it isn't to help me? No I'm the last person he will want to help.
But then what? Is it still some feud with Jeremy then? Why they are not in speaking terms? I wonder. There has to be some reason. But I know I am not that reason, no I just happen to come in between.
"I'll kill him." Jeremy revives me from my thoughts and I realize that we are back in his car.
He is holding the steering wheel so tightly; his whole body is shaking with anger.
"Don't worry about this, I'll sort it out," he says to me as he starts the car. And then he mutters to himself that he'll sort him out.
"Jeremy he's your brother," I argue.
He glances down at me for my reaction. The grey in his eyes has replaced the blue, they are screaming with fury.
"I don't want to be the reason for you to shred him into pieces," I say trying to light up his mood.
The corners of his lips twitch into a smile. He takes my hand and moves it to his lips. "I'm sorry you are in between this."
I frown at that.
"Don't worry about it, Leyla. I'll sort it." He repeats his earlier words.
But that's the thing. What exactly is he going to sort out?
We fall silent afterwards and then he asks me where the café is and so I direct him to Millie's.
I am thirty minutes late for my work and regarding that this is my second day of working there, I'm sure Jules or Mille aren't going to be happy about this.
I get out of his car once he parks in the lot. Jeremy has gotten out too.
"What are you doing?" I ask in surprise.
"Seeing you off to work," he smirks.
I'm glad his brooding has gone.
So I let him walk me to the café.
"You are late, where have--" Jules is at my face instantly when we get inside but then she stops once she spots Jeremy.
Her jaw drops as she blinks blankly at him. The usual effect he brings out on woman.
"I'm sorry Jules I--" I start but Jeremy interrupts me.
"It's my fault, sorry I kept her late." He smiles his dazzling smile.
This pulls Jules out of her dazed state and I think she blushes.
"No it's fine...it's um." She shakes her head.
I bite my lip together to hold in my smile. Absentmindedly, Jeremy turns me around and his hand is on my chin as he pulls it down so that I release my lower lip.
His eyes are staring at me warningly but also lust is printed there.
"I'll have Hails pick you up by three, you remember him right?" He caress my cheek.
I nod because I know I'm incapable of speech. My cheek is burning from his touch.
"Good," he lips brush on my cheek before moving down to lips. He kisses me chastely but that motion is thrown out of the window once he deepens the kiss.
I completely lose my surroundings and track of time as I respond to him.
It is only when we hear a clearing of a throat from Jules that we break apart. My blush is evident and his eyes are full of desire.
"I'll see you later, baby." He says as he lets me go.
I practically swoon at his choice of endearment and I watch him exit the café and away from the building.
I turn to Jules and I blush when she gives a quirky eyebrow, her eyes full of mischief.
"You never told me you knew Jeremy Lawson." She says.
I frown, "You know him?" I ask.
"Of course I do. Who doesn't? He's practically the richest guy in this city maybe in this whole country? His face is in every Forbes and Business magazines."
Oh right I'd forgotten. My jealousy soon dies down because I'd thought they knew each other intimately.
I smile at her in response and then I move away from to the changing rooms.
I am conscious that the others are staring at me with curiosity, I'm sure they are wondering too how I came to know Jeremy Lawson, CEO of The Lawson Group.
I sigh; this will be a tough one to break. I can't possibly tell them that I met him while I had been contemplating prostitution.