the heartbreak.

chapter three

Song, wildest dreams, taylor swift.

Russ-

I never would have gone into Madelyn Millers office willingly but, i have a business proposal for her. It will give her a smidge of the payment and me the most. It will hopefully get her off my ass or even my employees. Robert. The deal was i needed help. The Brack foundation is up my ass. They want me to go to a dinner party to distract the host so they can get the young girls in the basement. Thats what we did. We saved young or older girls from being raped. Apparently this sick fuck had a lot of them in his basement. But, all his minions, including him are going to be upstairs during the party. Luckily, my business and the Brack foundation were in cahoots. We worked together a lot. The reason i need madelyn is because i need to bring a plus one. Fuckin mandatory. I dont talk to any woman and it's unprofessional to take one of your employees. Plus, none of them would go with me willingly. I walk into the building, it's actually pretty nice. Its plot center of downtown and a short walk from my office. It has glass windows all around and people being... busy all around. I walk to what looks like the front desk. A tall blonde looks up at me and smiles. "Hi! What can i do for you?" Very polite. Good start. "I need to talk to Mrs, Miller." Her face looked confused but she agreed. "Okay... right this way." She slips out from the desk and walks towards a elevator. She turns around and i get a glimpse of her name tag. "Jules." She takes me up to floor 8. Interesting. Same floor my office is on. The doors open and she takes me past a borning looking office cubes towards a tinted glass door. "She should be here any minute but you can wait inside." She walks away the same time i open the door. I gotta say its not... bad. The back wall is made basically of glass overlooking DC. Theres a big desk with 3 photo frames, a pen holder and tape. The first photo has a picture of what looks like Madelyn and a baby. Cute. The baby. The second photo is of two older people, a woman and a man which im assuming is her parents. And the third photo is of Madelyn and a short guy. He has his arm around her waist touching her ass. She looks uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. What the fuck. He looks lean and short. She can do- "Okay..." i hear a voice. i quickly come our behind the desk and wait. She looks disappointed. Her eyes skim over my body till my eyes. We hold eye contact for a second before she bursts into flames. Here we go. "What the fuck! And i mean what the fuck, are you doing here." Oh for fucks sake. Overreacter. "I need your help." She stares at me with a open mouthed face. "No." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Come on Madelyn, i need your help. Ill pay you." She snorts. "What, a small fraction?" Bitch. Her face eases. Oh shit. Shes gonna ask for something in return. I swear i- "Actually ill do it, well maybe. But you have to do something for me. And its not that bad." I walk closer to her. "Nothing illegal or sexual." Her mouth flattens. Oh come on. "The first one... is it illegal to you know... fake to be someone. For a small period. On paper?" What? "Yes its called identity fraud." I can hear her brain thinking. "What do you need?" I ask her. "Well..." She then goes on to explain the whole thing. Well a fraction. Her old boyfriend is a abusive drug addict and he wont write letters to his daughter who is very curious about him and her daughter is very smart and will tell her mothers handwriting. "So you want me to write your daughter letters?" She nods. "From her father." She nods again. "They arent coming from my heart." She nods a third time. "You tell me what to write." She nods enthusiastically. That's not bad. "How many?" She thinks. "7 or 8." Okay. I can do that. "What is your side of the deal?" Alright. Lets get this over with.

Madelyn-

"This is not a date." I repeat. He wants me to be a plus one for a dinner party, i wouldve normally said no but, he told me he'd write letters to autumn. I needed somebody. So yes, i think maybe i can last a few hours with Russ damn Hugo. "Yes. Not a date. Business." Also, its saving woman if i go. I did know russ was in the business but its truly amazing what he does. He saves woman from getting raped and abused. Im fully supporting him. And if that means i have to go a fancy annoying dinner party? Ill do it. I hold out my hand. "Deal." His hand meets mine and a spark shoots through me. No, no. Fake spark. Maybe he shocked me. I can tell he felt it too. His hand engulfes mine. "Deal." We shake hands and i immediately pull away. His eyes linger on mine for a second too long. "We need to set some ground rules." He says. Perfect. "Yes." He widens his eyes. "First, no sexual shit." I roll my eyes. "Obviously, i wouldnt wanna be seen with you." He rolls his eyes. "Second, no touching eachother." I say quickly. He nods. "Of course. Third, no falling in love." Oh please. I snort. "Never in my life Hugo." He raises a eyebrow. "Youll fall inlove with me before i even think about it." Yeah. Right. "In your dreams. Im lovable. Your not." He ignores me. "The partys in 2 weeks. Ill tell you when ill pick you when the time comes." Alright. "I need a letter by tomorrow." His eyebrows furrow together. "Fine. Text me what you want me to write." Is he a idiot? "I dont have your number." He smirks at me. "Are you asking for my number?" This guy and his ego... "Not for relationship purposes Hug ego. After this..." i point between us. "Arrangement is over, ill delete it." He nods and grabs my phone. "Passcode?" Excuse me? I jump up. Fuck tall men. "Hey! Give it back!" He tsks. "Passcode Madelyn." Whatever. "4927." I mumble. He types in the number and goes straight to my contacts. He enters his number and names it literally nothing. Oh are you fucking kidding me. "Name it something." I say. He snorts. "Im sure you can come up with something." I smile sarcastically. "I will. Thanks Hugo!" I say as i grab my phone. I grip it like my life depends on it. "Bye madelyn." I look at him. He has green eyes, dark brown hair and muscles for damn days. "Bye Russ." He smirks and walks off. What. The. Fuck.