His Hired Wife

Chapter Six - Javier Rivera

Jasmine’s Point of view.

Javier Rivera? What was he doing here? I slowly stood up from the couch walking towards him.

He walked past me and went to the fridge taking out the wine bottle and some glasses handing one to me as he closely watched after he had poured the wine into the glass

The man was a god on his own. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a white shirt.

I swallowed hard thinking of what I was wearing. Why was I so careless? I should have tried and dressed up. What if he hates my outfit?

“Good morning, Sir,” I said to him as he looked at me from head to toe without saying anything to me, it was like he was trying to see through me.

“I didn’t know that I was meeting you here, I would have….” I wanted to say when he tilted his head looking at me and it made me feel uncomfortable

“I wanted to meet you in person” He finally spoke.

“Why did you agree to be with someone without even thinking twice?” He questioned me as I swallowed hard thinking of exactly what I will say to him.

“Are you dumb?” He questioned as I swallowed hard holding on to my bag so tightly.

“Because we need each other.” I began speaking and he walked around me like a cheetah looking over its prey.

“I need you?”

“Yes. You need me just as much as I need you. You need a woman to pretend to be your girlfriend and I need money. I think it’s a fair exchange” I said to him, and he nodded his head.

“You do realize that he can never be found out by anyone?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

“I do, believe me, I wouldn’t want people to know that I didn’t marry for love” I responded, and he smiled briefly before handing me an envelope.

“Take a look and tell me what you think?” he said to me as I took the documents from him and he went to sit adjust me.

I sat down on the couch and opened the envelope. I quickly went to check on the benefits of the contract.

“$20,000 monthly allowance for your needs, Free access to all clubs that I am a member of. Personal Stylist and you will have access to any of the clothing stores that I have. Also, you will be able to travel freely were never you want with my private jet” he said to me as I nodded my head.

“Anything else?” He questioned me as I swallowed hard.

“This sounds like I’m just some worker” I finally spoke, and he looked at me, but I was not intimidated by his appearance

“You say here that I shall dress and act according to your terms,” I said speaking and he reluctantly nodded his head.

“This sounds crazy… If your family even looks at me, they can be able to tell that everything I do is being ordered by you” I complained and stood up from the chair coming towards me.

“SO, tell me? You want to be looking like this?” He said pointing to my outfit as I swallowed hard.

“When last did you wash your hair? How much have you spent looking in the mirror?” He inquired from me as I swallowed hard. I can swear this man was rude and arrogant.

“You want to look like someone I am going out with? Start with fixing your hair then maybe we can talk about what complaints you have” he said to me as I sighed heavily. I did not even know how to respond to him.

“Seriously? Was this man being for real?

“I want you to be my stylist later today. Start by changing your clothes? He said to me as I opened my mouth wide open.

‘I will ask Miguel to organize a tutor for you” he said to me as I opened my mouth wide,

“A tutor? What for?” I questioned who I am, and he turned to look at me briefly.

“I will not be having a girlfriend who doesn’t know how to use a simple wine glass,” he said to me placing down the wine glass as I sighed heavily.

Was that a text? I asked myself as I watched him walk over to me.

“I like women who are elegant, I believe you can pull that off can’t you?” He asked me as I reluctantly nodded my head.

“Good! someone will pick you up and you can start working on your outfits and also, perhaps your manners as well” he said walking out of the room without saying anything more to me.

What was that? And why does he act like that?” I questioned myself as I walked him walk away. I picked up the envelope from the table wanting to put my contract back when I felt something like a card and documents.

I pulled them out and for sure it was two credit cards with some money. I sighed heavily as I looked at the things.

Before I could even call Miguel, someone knocked at the door, and I decided to go and open it. I carefully put back the document in the envelope before walking to the door.

“Ms. Carter? I am here to pick you up?” The man said to me immediately I opened the door. What was the meaning of this? Who was this man?

“where am I going?” I asked the man and he looked at me.

“You will see once we get there,” he said to me as I sighed heavily. What did I get myself into?

Was the man that Miguel connected me to this controlling? Was I going to survive with this attitude?

"Please just give me a minute and I will be there" I said to him as I quickly rushed back inside to pick up my things so that we can leave.

"I am ready!" I said walking out of the room.