His Hired Wife

Chapter Eight - Javier & Jasmine

Javier’s point of view.

I sat down in my living room listening to Miguel tell her what I was asking him about his cousin. The young lady was very beautiful, I must admit, but the only question I had was why was she getting into this marriage?

Miguel mentioned something about money problems, but I didn’t believe it because there must be a reason why she was doing this.

“Past relationships? We won’t have any problems with any of her ex-boyfriends?” I questioned him and I nodded his head reluctantly.

“She is not someone who just settles for whatever is there, she hasn’t been with a man ever since she was young,” I explained to her as I raised my eyebrows, wondering why I was telling her all this. I wasn’t interested in all this.

“Sorry, I thought that maybe….” I wanted to say but I stopped seeing the glare I was giving him.

“What do you mean?” I asked him to put my hands in the pockets of my trousers.

“You know. I mean if this goes out of control while you two live together”, I added on as I moved closer to him. He had a weird way of telling me things, but something I was grateful for being that I was very loyal to being a good friend.

‘What time is she meeting Paul?” I asked him to walk closer to where I was sitting while looking at the documents. I asked him to prepare.

“Later this morning. Why? Do you want to meet her instead?” I questioned as I nodded my head. I was curious to see her reaction once she saw the contract. It had all the best incentives an employee of mine can get.

“Well. He’s meeting her at 11 am, Bliss hotel” he explained as I nodded my head.

“Ask Yvette to push my meeting for this morning. I want to meet her in person again” I said to him, walking out of the living room, heading to the bedroom.

I had one of the most expensive mansions in the country, sitting on a combined 65 acres of land, 21,000 square feet of living space. My home has practically everything: there’s a huge infinity pool, a versatile sports court, an outdoor living room and bar area for entertaining guests.

I walked up the stairs going to find myself something to change into.

I walked into my bedroom and went straight to the closet to pick up the suit I was wearing. I pressed the button on the door and on the doors open of the closets that had my suits open. I pressed the button on the left and the drawers with my neckties, socks, and cufflings opened with shelves that had all my shoes. I walked over and started picking up the clothes that I was playing at wearing. Everything that I needed was just in the right place into my clothes and went back downstairs, and Miguel was still working.

“Are you sure you want to meet her? What if someone recognizes you? Are you not worried about that?” I asked her as I sighed heavily, looking at him.

“Well. I must meet her… Take up the meeting with Isabel, I will join in later”, I said, walking out of my house without looking at Miguel. I trusted him, and I knew that I wouldn’t disappoint it.

*****

I walked into the hotel room and looked at the woman who I was about to introduce to everyone as my woman. Her outfit just wasn’t something that I could even stand.

How was I going to make this work? I watched her the entire time she was talking to her, and she seemed like she was a decent person, but her attitude is not something that I would work with.

I walked past her and went to the fridge, taking out the wine bottle and some glasses, handing one to her as I closely watched after I had poured the wine into the glass.

I saw her swallow hard while looking at me. Why was she wearing this kind of outfit?

“Good morning, Sir,” she said to me as I looked at her from head to toe without saying anything to her. I was trying to understand why she just didn’t try when coming here. Was she that poor? Why did Miguel ask someone like her to pretend?

“I didn’t know that I was meeting you here, I would have….” She wanted to say when I tilted my head looking at her and it looked like I made her feel uncomfortable.

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

“Why did you agree to be with someone without even thinking twice?” I questioned her as she swallowed hard like she was thinking of exactly what she would say to me.

“Are you dumb?” I questioned her as I looked at her holding on to her bag so tightly.

“Because we need each other.” She finally began to speak and I walked around her looking at her figure, seeing the white my stylist could do to make her look better.

“I need you?” I questioned her. She was talking to me like that.

“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” she said to me, as I nodded my head.

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

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

“Take a look and tell me what you think?” I said to her as she took the documents from me and went to sit adjacent to her.

She sat down on the couch and opened the envelope.

“$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 where you never want in my private jet”, I explained to her, and she reluctantly nodded her head.

“Anything else?” She inquired as I looked at her.

“This sounds like I’m just some worker” she finally spoke. I tilted my head and folding my arms.

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

“This sounds crazy… If your family even looks at me, they might be able to tell that everything I do is being ordered by you”. She has already started complaining about had.

“SO, tell me? You want to be looking like this?” I pointed out the terrible outfit that she was look

“When last did you wash your hair? How much have you spent looking in the mirror?” I inquired from her, her kinky oily hair just made me question this whole contract.

“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”. I explained to her everything.

“I want you to meet my stylist later today. Start by changing your clothes?” I said to her, and she opened her mouth wide open.

‘I will ask Miguel to organize a tutor for you” she wanted to say something but stopped like something was choking her.

“A tutor? What for?”

“I will not be having a girlfriend who doesn’t know how to use a simple wine glass” I stressed out to her. She needed to understand what I was saying to her.

“I like elegant women, I believe you can pull that off, can’t you question?

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

I needed to talk to Miguel about this cousin of his.