Rayan dragged her into his private office.
He closed the door with a loud bang.
Ayesha was trembling.
Her heart was beating so fast.
“Sir, please…
I need this job.
My mother is in hospital,” she whispered with tears.
Rayan threw his wet coat on the sofa.
He looked at her from head to toe.
His cold eyes softened for a second.
“What’s your name?” “Ayesha.” “Ayesha,” he repeated, as if tasting her name.
“My grandmother is forcing me to bring a girlfriend to a family dinner tomorrow.
If I don’t, she will marry me to my cousin Sana, whom I hate.” Ayesha frowned.
“What does that have to do with me?” “I need a fake girlfriend for 30 days.
You need money.
Your manager told me everything about your mother.” Ayesha’s eyes widened.
“You…
you asked about me?” “Be my fake girlfriend.
Act like you love me in front of my family.
In return, I will pay 5 lakhs for your mother’s surgery and clear your debts.” 5 lakhs!
Ayesha’s heart stopped.
That was exactly what she needed.
“And…
if I say no?” “Then you pay for my suit.
10,000 dollars.
And you lose this job.
I will make sure no hotel in Lahore hires you again.” He was a devil.
A handsome, rich devil.
Ayesha had no choice.
She took a deep breath and looked into his dangerous eyes.
“I accept.” Rayan smirked.
A dangerous, victorious smirk that made Ayesha’s knees weak.
“Good.
From tomorrow, you are mine, Ayesha.
Remember one rule, don’t fall in love with me, waitress.
I don’t do love.” But Ayesha didn’t know…
Rayan was already curious about her.
And for a man like him, curiosity always turned into obsession.