The Business Proposal

Chapter Two

Never in did she think she would've gotten herself into this type of situation, yet here she was standing in front of a man who could clearly make or break her and she had no clue what to do.
"How do you know my name?"

Samantha asked as carefully as she could without causing a scene that would draw more attention to them.

The devil of a man smiled at her. He actually SMILED.

"Come take a drive with me Ms. Winters and I'll tell you everything." He said.

Cunning wasn't even the word for this smug bastard. She was so angry she could feel her blood boiling. She knew she couldn't say no, her future was at stake here, so she did what any smart woman would do.

"Let me go get my things." venom was dripping from every word.

But that didn't wipe the trophy winning smile off his face in fact it made the smile bigger.

Pretentious prick. She thought as she shook her head.

So many things were going through her mind as she started to change out of her costume and into regular clothes. She still kept her contacts in and wig on even if he did know who she really was she still wanted to keep her identity safe and in tact.

Who is he really and what exactly does he really want from me.

That thought had been haunting her since he came up to her.

When we finally got into his car, an all black 2015 Bentley Continental GTC to be exact, he started up the engine and pulled off.

Her anger could be felt throughout the car. Not only could you drive a car off the fumes that she was creating but you damn near blow up a plane or worst a mini island.

"So Mr. Bowden are we going get to the topic of discussion for tonight or what?" she said with such acidity.

"I'd thought you'd never ask. Well Ms. Winters, as to answer your previous question of why I know your name it's simple, I'm a businessman and when I see what I want I'll get it regardless. Now after a month of watching you I knew that you were the girl for the job so I went home and did some research on you. At the time when I'd ask Jim, the owner of the club, he'd said your name was Jennifer Thompson. With that name I had a good friend of mine do a background check on you, here's where you get to the good part," that annoying smirk was appearing on his face again.

"You see there was no Jennifer Thompson that existed. So when I went back again I took a picture, oh by the way you can take the wig off and contacts out I know what you really look like, I had the same guy who did a background check on you search the picture. If even with the contacts and wig you can still be recognized in the database. Once we figured out who you were, Samantha Jennifer Winters, 22 years old. Born to James and Thelma Winters. I'll admit I was surprised to find out you were mixed. But then again after watching you dance I could see the indicators. But let's not get off track here. Raised in New York. Graduated valedictorian from Eleanor Roosevelt High. And now here you are about to graduate from NYU of Dentistry. Smart girl, you are Samantha."

Samantha watched Matthew with wide eyes as all the information he told her set in. She was slowly freaking out because how in the hell he got all of this is mind-blowing but the worst of it is the fact he has all of this over her and can use it to make her do whatever he wanted. That's what scare her most.

"So what do you EXACTLY want from me. I refuse to believe that you just want me for opening a club and helping you find dancers." She couldn't help the hatred that was evident. She just couldn't believe this was happening to her of all people. She was just getting her life in order and her comes this big ass curve ball threatening to give this guy a home run to ruining her life. She felt the tears trying to surface but she held them in. She refused to let him see he was getting to her.

"Samantha. While you're right, I want you for more than for just opening this club but I'm not the type of man to force himself on any woman. I want to you want me just as much as I want you. And trust me you WILL want me eventually. But for right now yes, helping me open this club is all I want." Matthew's signature smirk, that was becoming gut wrenching annoying, appeared on his face.

Sam wanted nothing more than to punch it off his face but she new violence wouldn't solve anything. She was in deep thought about how she would handle this situation when she felt the car come to a stop.

She looked up to see her apartment building.

"How'd you-- nevermind. Thank you for the ride home. I would give you my number but I'm pretty sure you already know that too. Call me in the morning, I have Sundays off. We can talk more about this, right now I need time to think. Bye Mr. Bowden, see you tomorrow." Sam got out the car without even giving him a chance to respond.

Walking up to the door to her apartment complex, she opening the door and continued up the stairs. When she finally made it to her apartment, she walked into the bathroom and began taking off her clothes and disguise. Despite what Matthew had said about taking her contacts and wig off she didn't. She wanted to keep what little dignity he had left by not giving him the satisfaction.

After the wig and contacts were off the naturally curly chestnut hair her mother gave to her sprung free and the hazel eyes her father gave to her looked back at her, she stared at herself, the pain swelled in her chest as she felt the true weight of today. How she desperately wish she had someone she could talk to and let all of her demons go but she didn't and she knew she couldn't until she graduated. Once she graduated she could actually start her life without looking over her shoulders fearing she might be judge for making a bad situation work.

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Matthew Bowden walked into his condo and smiled as he thought about the progress he made today. Though he could already tell that Samantha was going to be hard to get into his bed but he sure did love a challenge.
He felt his pocket vibrate, signaling he was getting a incoming call. The screen showed the number was private.

"Matthew Bowden." He answered immediately even though he didn't know who it was. That voice on the other side of the line didn't surprise him.

"Yes sir, everything is going according to plan." He responded quickly and hung up.