SOPHIA

I quickly go upstairs to pick my purse that had the cash I had saved and go back to wait for him.

He returns as fast as he disappeared and leads me to a parking lot sort of basement that has a lot of cars and asks me to pick which one to ride in.

I just point randomly to a black Aston Martin and we leave.

On arrival at the complex, we head for the dress section where I picked some nicely colored dresses to try on and ask for his opinion.

"Feel free to pick what you want, I'm paying."  He says.

I check out trousers and tops, also some light clothes to put on.

In as much as he was paying, I was careful enough not be tagged a gold digger. So, I shop carefully. We go to the counter to pay and he brings out his black card.  My mouth literally open and he laughs. From ny experience at the club, men with black cards are the ones that are usually loaded.

The clothes were bagged and taken to the vehicle. He drags me towards the direction of a victoria secret store. I want to die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I won't look. Just do your thing so we can head back." He says.

I pick some underwears and go to the counter. True to his words, he did not look because he left his card with a note containing the pin for me with the sales person.

I quickly pay, have them bagged and exit the store.

"Thank you." I say, while entering the car already filled with bags of clothes for me.

"You're welcome." We drive for a while in silence before he plays a song from the car stereo.

Next, we purchase a cellphone since I obviously have none.

...

I was downstairs watching TV when he joined me. "You're ready to talk?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay. So, earlier I stated I had a proposition for you." He continues but the sound of his phone ringing stops the conversation.

He checks the caller ID and picks the call.

"Sweetheart." He smiles while talking, that should be his girlfriend, I guess.

"Yes, I'll see you later."

"Okay, dear. I'll get it when coming over."

"Sure, take care."

"Muah" he throws a kiss to her. "Bye." He ends the call and turns back to face me.

"Okay, sorry. As I was saying." He continues.

"So, my housekeeper just stopped working here as she's now old and I want you to be her replacement." He finally says.

"What's the job description?" I ask.

"You get to supervise the cleaners when they come in, they do that every two days. Also, you cook and tend to the other necessities."

"Okay, no problem. I'll do it."

"Great, I'll pay you for your work."

"Thank you, Mr. Dumont." I really did not expect this.

"You're welcome but call me André." I nod to signify understanding.

"Thanks, André." This is better than having nowhere to stay and no means for survival.

"Your work starts tommorrow and the room is yours." He gives a quick nod and leaves.

...

A knock wakes me up from my sleep.

"Hi." I greet as I open the door to André.

"I'm going out, don't wait for me."

"Okay, Sir. I'll do just that."

"Can I have your phone?" He asks.

I hand the phone to him and see him punch in a few digits then click on the call icon and his phone rings.

"That is my number, if you  need anything just call me. Goodnight."

"Okay, Goodnight."

After locking up, I go to my room and pick up my phone. Time for a little research. I open my browser, curious, and type in 'André Dumont ' and alot of tabs open up.

Billionaire Hotelier and Estate agent.

That is the summary of everything. He ranks one of the richest Bachelors. Well, it explains the black card, the cars, the shopping, the house. Everything.

My main concern is not to get caught and expose that place. Maybe he can be of help but still I have to be careful with who I let in on this.

As I think of Mena my heart aches. All I want right now is to set her free but how to go about it is the problem.

Tommorrow, I'll start making my research and strategies.

I drift off to sleep sooner than I expected.