One night stand gone wrong

Hillary's POV

The next morning, I couldn't help but feel anxious as Bridget rummaged through my closet for a dress. What good dresses do I have to dress up as a millionaire? Last night was a bit fast. The so-called Travis guy I agreed to meet was also a billionaire according to the information he gave me. He even told me he had a company and some other things like that. Oh well. I didn't hesitate to lie about my status as well. I just hope everything goes well.

“What are you thinking about now? Hurry up and get me scissors.”

I dropped my phone. “What are you doing, Bridget?”

Bridget had come to help me set things up. She claimed to be a professional when it comes to styling and beauty. I watched as she sewed a piece of cloth and added some decorations. I went downstairs to make breakfast for both of us. Luckily, my father didn't sleep at home.

I went back in, and after we ate together, the dress was ready. After what almost felt like an eternity, it was evening, and finally, I couldn't believe I would be meeting with a billionaire. So quick.

“I'm nervous. What if he finds out?”

“So? You're too pretty to be declined. Whatever, just try this on.” She threw the dress at me, and I caught it. I wore the dress and stared at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back. Bridget had worked her magic on one of my old dresses, transforming it into a stunning outfit.

"It's perfect," I breathed, turning to Bridget with tears in my eyes. “But I don't know about that. I mean, this isn't exactly a designer gown."

Bridget waved her hand dismissively.

"Who cares? You're not trying to impress him with your wealth; you're being yourself. That's what matters."

I checked my phone once more, reviewing my chat with Travis. Honestly, he was a very handsome guy. The app had already booked our appointment with Travis.

“What does it say?” Bridget asked as she styled my hair.

I read from the phone, “It says to share your location so we can pick you up and take you directly to Club Aura in Tribeca.”

I gulped, unsure if I should share my location.

“It's okay, Hill. This is what the app is for."

I took a deep breath and shared my location. The app confirmed that the ride would arrive shortly.

I knew I had to hurry that evening before my father came home. After Bridget had changed the pouch of my old cracked phone, she warned me to be careful not to let Travis see it. We only had to improvise to put the low-class life behind us. A few minutes later, the app notified me about their arrival. We both went outside, and I was actually scared they might find out about the slums I lived in, but Bridget assured me a driver wouldn't dare to.

A sleek black car pulled up outside, and the driver, dressed in a crisp suit, stepped out and smiled.

“Tessa Fowler? I'm here to take you to your appointment."

“Who's Tessa Fowler?”

Bridget pinched me, and I remembered that was my fake name.

“Oh yeah.” I chuckled nervously and entered the car. Bridget waved at me, and the car drove to the destination that was unknown to me. This is crazy.

The driver drove across Manhattan until he glided into a street in Tribeca. I noticed he stopped in front of a very beautiful building. The entrance was guarded by two imposing men in suits.

I walked toward them, and one of them stepped forward, holding up a small device that scanned my face. My heart skipped a beat. I wondered what this was all about.

"Tessa Fowler?"

He asked.

I hesitated for a moment before responding,

"Yes."

"Before you enter the VIP section, may I request that you undergo a quick health screening?"

I nodded, curious. "What kind of screening?"

"Just a routine temperature check and a bioscan for any potential diseases or infections."

The staff member led me to a small, discreetly positioned station near the entrance. A sleek, futuristic-looking device sat on a pedestal, emitting a soft hum.

"Please, Ms. Fowler, place your hand on the scanner."

I did so, and a soft blue light enveloped my hand. The device beeped softly, and the staff member examined the reading on a small screen. After a moment, he looked up and smiled.

"You're clear to enter, Ms. Fowler. Enjoy your evening.”

The man nodded, handing me a card with the number 6 on it.

"You're with Travis Lancaster. Follow the signs to the VIP section."

I followed the signs and emerged into the opulently decorated room that seemed to be the epicenter of the club's nightlife. The VIP section was a whirlwind of color, and the scent of expensive perfume filled the air. Rich people are the most jobless people ever. I was still thinking about whoever created the app.

I climbed the stairs following the instructions on the card and finally reached the floor where the air was filled with couples dancing and some sitting at tables. Everything screamed luxury, and I knew my dress wasn't, but it was very pretty. I stepped in confidently, and suddenly,

I saw him. I gasped. Travis Lancaster. He sat at a table for two, holding a wine glass in his hands.

Yes, I was sure. My eyes didn't lie. That was really him. I was still standing when his eyes met mine. My heart raced as he raised his eyebrows and smiled, waving at me.

I walked toward the table.

“Hi.”

“The beautiful daughter of a millionaire, Tessa Fowler.”

I gulped as he stood up, took my hands, and kissed my knuckles. His smirk was very infectious.

“Travis.”

I breathed in, and he shook my hand.

Damn. He was incredibly attractive. His hair was styled fabulously, and I loved his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes.

“You actually look very beautiful. I knew my instincts wouldn't fail me the moment I sent my request.”

Oh heavens. His voice was everything: lucid and alluring.

“Thank you.” I smiled, trying as much as possible to hide my bag. He might know if it wasn't fashionable.

He poured me wine into an empty glass, “I suppose your dress is from your fashion house.”

Shit. Why did he have to ask about this?

“Well, yeah.”

I rolled my eyes and sipped from the cup. “A very expensive and unique material, actually.”

The words just slipped out of my mouth.

“Perfect,” he concluded.

I sighed quietly in relief; maybe he didn't know much about ladies' dresses. Perfect indeed.

“So…?” I decided to talk. Bridget told me to be confident and talk about expensive things.

“What are your plans for me?” I tilted my head, acting all confident even though I was very shy. I flipped my hair, adding an attitude of sexiness.

“Me and you,” he whispered. “Tonight.”

I laughed and tangled my hair. “Well, since it's just one night, you know… I'm a real lover of money. So I suppose you distribute your wealth to me.”

He laughed, “Whatever you want, Tessa. Anyway, I tried looking you up on social media but couldn't find you.”

My heart started beating fast. I struggled to talk.

“Well, I'm a low-key girl. Ha ha.”

“But there's…”

“Can we start already? I'm getting impatient.” I stood up, hoping he would, too. I didn't want to mess up and end up getting caught.

He stood up reluctantly and smiled, "Fine, follow me.”

I did, and we stepped into a room booked for us, and he closed the door behind us. I stared at how large and beautiful the room was.

“Well…” I stopped talking when I saw he had already started unbuttoning his sleeves and pulled them off. He walked closer and kissed me.

Everything was happening fast, and this was my first kiss. He lifted me up and laid me on the bed, proceeding to remove his inner clothes and kiss me back. Suddenly he stopped.

“Hold on. Aren't you the owner of Fowls Fashion Arena? Tessa Fowler?”

I started shaking; I had no idea what that was.

“Yes.”

It just came out of my mouth, and suddenly my phone buzzed. I wasn't sure what it was.

“Excuse me, please.”

I stood up from the bed to check my phone, hiding and checking it from my bag. It was a message notification.

Hillary Highman, we are sorry for the late acceptance of your work. However, we are thrilled to inform you to come for an interview. If you pass, you would be hired to work at The Best Company in Manhattan as the CEO’s assistant.

“Oh my gosh.”

I screamed.

“Is everything okay?”

Travis asked.

I immediately placed my phone back in my bag.

“Yes.”

If I was hired already, there would probably be no need to sleep with him again. Maybe in a month, I would get my

salary. I once heard The Best Company in Manhattan paid their workers handsomely.

“I'm so sorry. I think I have to go.”

“What?”

I ran very fast out of the building.