Indulge [h.s.]

Chapter Three

Today I am meeting with my newest partner, Harry. Or Mr. Styles? Or maybe he's the type to only go by daddy and sir. I honestly have no idea. I told Abby about the situation and she was going to monitor my location from her phone until I got back safely. The entire thing was bizarre. His age, the offer. He even asked where I would be comfortable meeting him at. Usually these men picked the place so they could show off their wealth. I recommended a restaurant that was one of my favorites. It wasn't anything special but their food was to die for. He surprisingly agreed with ease and we decided on meeting there at noon.

I chose a white frilly dress that barely hung at the middle of my thigh and paired it with white ankle socks and my favorite pair of mary janes. I padded on a small amount of makeup to make myself look more lively. Men like to think they prefer women who don't wear makeup but they're usually too dumb to realize there's almost always make up on. As long as you don't have bright blue eye shadow or red lips, they can never tell the difference. I decided on keeping my hair simple and straight but added a black headband to pull everything together.

My ride there was pleasant and short as the driver made small talk with me. I arrived a little earlier than planned and let him know that I would get us a table while I waited. The restaurant only had a handful of people inside, most of them were sat at the bar, which provided an intimate environment.

I sat at the table drinking my cup of water through a straw and scrolling mindlessly on my phone.

"Daisy?" An unfamiliar deep voice spoke.

I looked up from my phone to meet a set of bright green eyes and a crooked smile. I quickly set my phone down and stood up from my seat to greet him.

"Yes! Hi." I smiled and pulled him in for a lingering hug. He smelled of a woody cologne with hints of vanilla.

I pressed a hasty kiss against his cheek as we pulled apart.

"Harry, is it?" I tilted my head while fluttering my eyelashes at him.

He nodded in approval.

After collecting myself from his sudden arrival, I began taking in his appearance. He was quite taller than me and not at all what I expected. His age seemed to match the one listed on his profile. He appeared to be rather in shape and surprisingly very handsome. My eyes made their way up to his face and noticed that he had been doing the same. The weight of his gaze made me nervous. Not in a way where I felt scared but almost intimidated?

I cleared my throat to ease the tension before sitting back down at the table, "I didn't order anything yet. Wanted to wait for you."

He took a seat across from me and disregarded the menu, "I'm fine. I already ate."

My shoulder's fell in disappointment, "Oh, okay. That's alright." I chewed on the inside of my lip unsure what to do with myself.

"So, my offer-" He began causing me to raise my eyebrows. Getting straight to it I guess. This couldn't be more strange.

"It'll require you to sign a contract, of course." He spoke casually, "But basically I need someone for the public eye."

I was wrong. It got weirder. Usually I'm hidden away but he wants people to see us together?

I stared at him puzzled, "What's the contract for?"

"If you are to agree to this, you will have to end any other arrangements, professionally and personally, that you have with other people and are restricted from new ones while you are under contract. There's an FDA clause as well that will be attached and there's a six month consensus."

My eyebrows felt stuck to my forehead as I listened to him explain.

"O...kay. Is there anything you need from me besides the public work?" I managed to ask, still feeling dumbfounded.

"No, I don't need to pay someone to have sex with me." He shook his head with a smirk as he fidgeted with a ring around his finger, "But you will do as I ask of you. Join me at parties and events. Essentially, do as you are told."

I nervously tapped my foot against the bar of my chair, "How much are you offering?"

He reaches into his pocket to pull out a checkbook and pen before writing a number down. He slid it across the table and turned it towards me. My eyes widened as I counted the number of digits. Fuck.

"C-Can I have some time to think? I'm truly grateful for the opportunity but I have some things I need to consider." I hesitantly spoke.

"No rush. Just let me know by Friday. Keep the check with you. If you accept then I'll sign it and you can have that in your account before the end of the week." He stood up and straightened out his suit jacket, "Sorry about the food. I'm on my work break. Get yourself something." He set a fifty dollar bill on the table and grinned before turning around and heading out the door.

What a peculiar man.

-

I ended up ordering a meal and eating at the restaurant alone with my thoughts. The events that happened only minutes before distracted me from the heavenly taste of the food.

I paced around the apartment waiting for Abby to return from her class. My nails had taken a toll due to me anxiously chewing at them.

The sound of the locks clicking stopped me in my tracks.

"I'm here! Sorry, class ran later than expected." Abby huffed as she closed the door and set her bags down, "How'd it go?"

I groaned and resumed my existential pacing, "Good? I think? I can't read this guy."

Abby chuckled and kicked off her shoes, "Well, what happened?"

I stopped in my tracks and rolled my eyes, "Well firstly, he didn't even eat anything. This man has zero social skills or awareness. Like don't take me out to dinner and then proceed to not eat anything?" I waved my hands exaggeratingly, "And this deal he mentioned? It's a six month exclusive contract. Only him. I have to end all of my other relationships." I huffed before dramatically sitting down on the couch.

"How much did he offer?" She cocked an eyebrow and sat down next to me.

"I can't even say it." I shut my eyes and leaned back.

She gasped and shoved my arm, "Tell me!"

I grabbed one of the throw pillows to cover my face and mumbled, "Seventy-two thousand in total." The check he gave me was worth twelve thousand and would be for the first month.

The room fell quiet. I peeked out from behind the pillow to her.

She had a wide grin, "Holy shit."

"I know! But what if he drops me after six months and I'm left with no clients because I had to get rid of them all? Four years of work just flushed down the drain." I groaned and looked to the ceiling.

Abby and I don't have the best relationship with our parents. Her's are religious basket cases that want to control her every move and mine barely recognize me as their own. After highschool we moved out with every penny we had saved up and worked at bars together until I discovered what a sugar baby was. She was never comfortable doing it herself so she stayed working part time at the bar. I managed to pay off her schooling with the money I made. We were able to get an apartment closer to campus so she could walk there. Even our bills were being taken care of. The rest of it was being saved.

"He probably wants some really weird sex shit, huh?" She giggled.

I turned towards her with a deadpan expression, "He doesn't want sex."

Her playfulness quickly turned into confusion, "Huh?"

"Exactly! It's so fucking weird. I don't know what to do." I pouted and let out a huff.

"I think you should do it." She stated.

My eyebrows knit together in puzzlement, "Why?"

"Well, It's a lot of fucking money first off. And most obviously, I think it would be the most healthy thing to do. You have a hard time with physical intimacy and he doesn't even want it. Plus, think of all the free time you'd have if you only had to cater to one man." She answered.

I bit down on my lower lip in thought, "You're probably right."