Tall.
Pretty.
Brown hair.
Green eyes.
Proper.
Glaring.
There stood Sebastian Coleman disgusted with himself for resorting to . . . This.
He stared at the woman infront of him for a moment before he scanned the inside of the rutty little apartment and then he looked at her again "are you lost?" Peyton asked since people like him do not belong in places like this.
However, the mystery guy merrily glares at her before pushing passed her and walking into her little place causing anger to course through Peyton "look! I don't know who you think you are, but this is still my place and you have no right to just walk in here like you own the place."
Sebastian simply takes a seat on her couch staying silent and motioning for her to join him on the one seater across from him.
"Sit" he barks and Peyton glares crossing her arms on her chest shaking her head no. It is then that he rolls his eyes "I'll explain when you sit down." He says frustratedly causing Peyton to squint questioningly at him.
Silence reigns in the room for about a minute before Peyton takes a seat with an eyeroll "who are you and why are you here?" She asks not in the mood for this.
This guy looks way too fancy to be in this part of town and Peyton gets the feeling he wants something from her.
"I am here to make a deal." He replies intertwining his fingers in a businessy way making Peyton start to question her sanity for not kicking him out.
"And you are?" Now it was his turn to give her a questioning look "you don't know who I am?" She shakes her head and he fights off a smile "Sebastian Coleman. Now, about that deal."
Peyton raises an eyebrow "deal?" He nods and glares at her for interrupting his little speech "I have been watching you for a while now and I want to strike up a deal with you." Peyton raises an eyebrow at him and waits for him to continue as he speaks in a strict business voice "I need something from you and by the looks of it," he looks around the room disgustedly "you need what I have to offer."
Before Peyton can say anything about how blatendly rude he is, he continues speaking "It's simple really, I make you pregnant then we HAVE to get married, you have the child and after 1 year of marriage we go our seperate ways and I give you 1.5 million dollars."
Shock takes over Peyton's features as she glares at him "is this some kind of joke? I am not a hooker! No. No way! You were literally just rude and glaring at me, making it clear that yoy don't like my little place."
He rolls his eyes as if to say that she is being over-dramatic while he waits for her to stop ranting "it is very important that you say yes. Think about it like this, you won't have to live in a shoebox or work like a slave the way you do now."
She glares at him shaking her head in disbelief "you are rich, why don't you go pay a prostitute? Why me?" Feeling extremely offended, she stands up from her seat and walks behind the small kitchen counter.
He stands up and follows her standing infront of her, authority and power radiating off of him with a storm swirling in his green eyes "because, and I am not sleeping with some prostitute let alone letting her carry my child."
A sigh falls from Peyton's lips. A million dollars is a lot of money, a lot, and she really could use it. "So if I say yes, and I am not," she quickly says when she sees him fill with hope "IF I say yes, and we do this whole thing, get divorced and go our seperate ways and I get my money. What happens to our child then?"
As if it is the simplest thing ever, Sebastion lets out a snort before answering "he or she stays with me." Disbelief crosses Peyton's face as she shakes her head "no, he or she will stay with the both of us on different days." Sebastian wants to object but knows that he really does need her to agree or else he will lose everything.
So with a long, overdramatic sigh; he agrees with a nod and awaits Peyton's next words. He had done his research all the way to where she studied; anything before that, is untraceable. Almost like she simply appeared one day and decided to be the smartest person at her Uni, there is no track that she has any family at all or where she was born or anything, therefore the fact that she also needed money made her the perfect choice to go with.
Sebastian followed her around for many weeks and found that she recycles, has two jobs where she deals with bratty people and that she wouldn't hurt a fly. The fact that she always stared longingly at a lady who has a husband and child or is pregnant, told him that she is the perfect choice.
He could see the wheels turning in her head as she considered his offer. He didn't really care to elaborate too much, then again, she doesn't need to know everything.
"Only one year right?" she spoke with uncertainty clear in her voice watching him with weary eyes as he nods "one year and we will both be off happily" then with her emotions all over the place, she agrees with a simple 'okay'.
Sebastian finds himself smiling widely at her answer and takes out his phone from his suit pocket telling Mike to leave and fetch him first thing in the morning.
"Alright let's get to it. The sooner the better." Peyton's eyes widen in realization to what he just said "now?"
Sebastian nods with a shrug "yes, I promise you may take a moment to gawk at my gorgeous body in the room." Peyton's mouth falls open as Sebastian leads her to the only room he could see which happened to be hers.
"And remember, this is strictly baby business." He says already thinking of the fit she is going to throw when he gives her the contract to sign.
Oh well, she already agreed and he has it on recording.
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Strictly Baby Business
Chick-Lit"She is pure, like snow, while I am burning with guilt," "and I would gladly let her cool me down." Peyton Hart didn't know exactly what she was getting herself into, all she knew was that she might just be out of her mind for agreeing. She didn't...
