love on the brain

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Emily's POV

I sat up straight in the car, trying to make myself comfortable.

I found myself looking upon the folder in front of me. My full name displayed on it, meaning it was either for me or about me.

"What is this?", I asked Alison who sat at distance from me.

"It's the contract I was telling you about the other day", she says watching as I grabbed the folder.

Contract? What am I doing?
Signing away my soul or something?

"I still don't know what any of this means", I tell her honestly.

"I know you have questions, and I attend on answering them when you sign", she tells me.

Not good enough.
What if I signing that anything I own was hers. What if I signing a death wish or note or something.

"No", I tell her.
Her eyes shot up at me, "no?", she asks through her teeth.

You could tell she didn't like being told no. Didn't like being disobeyed.

"I'm not signing anything until you answer all of my questions", I say pushing the folder forward across the table.

She sighs heavily, giving in.
"Fine. Ask me anything", she tells me.

"Okay. First. What do you do for a living?", I asked her.

"What does that anything to do with this?", she asked crossing her arms.

Everything.
"I just does", I tell her.

"I am a successful business woman with many companies. I'm one of the wealthiest people in New York City", she says seriously.

What?
None of this is making any sense.

"Then why were you living in such a shitty apartment?", I asked her wanting the truth.

It didn't add up.
You claim your wealthy but you live in a one-bedroom apartment with shitty parking. No way.

I'm not believing this shit.

"I have multiple living areas all over the city. Downtown. Both west and east coast. I tend to live in areas for a couple of weeks, even months. It all depends on if it benefits my company", she explains.

For some reason, I believe her.
I didn't know why but I did.

"And what do you want with me?", I asked breaking eye contact.

Hoping and praying her answer isn't just to fuck. Because if it is, I might as well leave right now.

"What?", she asks.
"I'm an average girl, with not at lot of skills. You could have any girl you want, I mean women practically throw themselves at you. But you want me. Why?", I asked her wanting the truth.

"My intentions are very..... complex", she pauses and continues.

"Complex, How?", I asked wanting an answer.

She huffs in annoyance, I could tell my questions were frustrating her. I didn't want to bother her with questions but I needed to know what exactly I was getting myself into.