Chapter 2: Chapter 2

I think minutes passed. Harry merely glared at me like he was waiting for me to say something obvious, but I was a newfound mute.

He fucking knew.

How?

"Come on," He then finally said, after whole minutes of stunned silence on my behalf.

He calmly sipped his glass of wine and lowered his gaze. "I spend all day working on some of the hardest mathematical problems out there, and you really thought I didn't know that my brother hired you to sleep with me in hopes I might get you pregnant?" He smiled crookedly.

"And who said vasectomies were unappealing."

I couldn't believe this. So much for my deep cover. And all of the money I was promised.

"If you knew, why didn't you send me away at the door?" I found my voice at last.

He was right; He was smart, so there was really no point in playing dumb here.

"Because," he simply responded, "I want to offer you twice the money my brother is paying you to report back to him and say that we are sleeping together. Lied to him that we do sleep together."

My eyes widened in even more shock. That was a twist I didn't see coming.

"What?"

"Which part are you questioning, Ms. Berry?"

"Uh. All of it."

"You want me to lie to your brother? Why? I don't understand."

"Didn't he do the same thing to me?" He pointed out looking at me.

"As did you. You came here under false pretense with the intentions of having my baby. I suggest you either take my money and report back to my brother that you're sleeping with me, or that you get out of here penniless. The choice is yours."

"But... why?" I asked, trying to keep my mind in order.

Was this really happening?

"Why would you give me such an offer? Why not just send me away and save a fortune? I mean, what's your gain in this... twisted shit? Will you make it clear to me why are you offering me this shit? "

I thought he would've beat me up by now. I mean, I would've. Baby-trapping men for money was probably the lowest reason to get a child.

"Money is a game for us, Cassandra." He impassively started.

"My brother has enough to sustain the next six of his generations, but he can't actually do that without an heir. The money would go to our cousin should both of us die without one. He hates our cousin," He dryly chuckled and finished his wine.

"He'd rather pay a woman exorbitant amounts of cash to sleep with his brother for an heir, than hand over his legacy to our next of kin. And that, to me, is by far the best entertainment; To watch my brother so desperate, he'd try and turn his own brother into a breeder. That's my gain. "

"So let me get this straight," I replied.

"You're not interested in sex? Or not into sleeping with any girl you like? Will I..."

"In general or with you?"

"With me," I bit. Praying not to get caught.

He slowly smiled and then shook his head. "No."

Alright then. Ouch. "But you are interested in spending tons of money on paying me to tell your brother that we are sleeping together? Even though we're not... All for your own amusement?"

"That's correct."

I stared at him for a long moment. That was the most insane form of humor I'd ever heard of.

"You're crazy."

"Said the woman who accepted an eight figure check to sleep with a man she'd never met." He parried.

I leaned back in my chair. "Alright, touché. So what now then? Since we're not going to fuck, what am I supposed to do here? Just hang around?"

"I honestly couldn't care," He said and now poured himself a new glass of wine, chugging down three big sips.

"Pardon me if I don't seem empathic, but you were trying to con me into knocking you up. What you do from here on out I couldn't care less about, as long as you keep reporting back to my brother. At the end of the summer, you leave and take your money with you, and I never see you here again. Go buy yourself a new life, a new whatever you like. I don't care. I'll take care of my brother. I can handle him."

I folded my arms over my chest and observed him.

"Just like that, huh? That easy?"

"Just like that. And yeah. That easy."

"You're going to pay me to not sleep with you, do nothing all summer and to lie to your sperm less brother?"

He gave a dry chuckle, but then stood up, taking his wine glass and the bottle with him. "Enjoy your stay here, Ms. Berry. Try not to disturb the peace too much.''

I snorted lightly, but then watched as he left the dining room, bottoming his glass again. I rolled my eyes and pushed my own chair out.

I couldn't comprehend what just happened, but my life just got a whole lot easier. He was basically paying me to abuse his indoor pool and rape his massage table for the most absurd reason I'd ever heard.

And I wouldn't even have to sacrifice my body for nine months. These brothers were crazy.

But, I just couldn't care. I was going to be rich, and all I had to do was given a convincing white lie to another rich man.

I laughed; Easiest money I'd ever made.

"The sex is good," I told, lying on the lounger outside on his lawn, soaking up the sun and nurturing the tan I had grown over the last three weeks.

"I think he's really getting into it. He's not as resistant as he was in the beginning, plus he finally trusts me enough to start losing the rubber. I'm pretty sure he'll have pumped a baby into me by the end of next month."

Lying was the easy part. The guilt was the harder. But frankly, these brothers were much more fucked up than me, so I could give a damn about the guilt.

They were raging a family war, and I was just the money-hungry bitch that benefited from it. If I had any decency left, I would've said screw them and left them to their immature fighting, but I didn't. Because the money was way better than that.

By now I'd learned the brothers weren't the best of friends, but why that was, I didn't know.

It obviously wasn't because of legacy and who got the money, as rich people usually fought about. Harry seemed uninterested in the legacy and the concept of

continuing the family, whereas Richard was obsessed enough to hire... well, me.

And in there lied the mystery; Why didn't Harry want to continue their bloodline?

After my weekly call to Richard wherein I reported Harry and I's 'sexual activity', I laid the phone down and turned my head up to the sun again. Of course it was all lies every word I told him, as per me and

Harry's agreement, because the truth was the furthest thing from.

During the three weeks I had now been here, I had run into him five times - and one of the times had merely been spotting him enter his study, catching a glimpse of his brown hair before the door closed.

I had no idea what he kept in there or how he made full days go by, locked inside that room, but he did. And that left me alone in a very big house.

The mansion turned out to be a hotel in disguise, since it held everything from a sauna to an indoor, underground pool, not to mention the pool table and bar room that I had stumbled upon one lonesome night.

The staff that worked here and kept the house clean and tidy were very nice and didn't mind spending some hours with me, talking and playing card games in the kitchen.

The chef even let me help cook dinner sometimes. If they knew why I was here in the first place, they didn't show it.

I was being treated incredibly well for someone who was taking a lot of money for serving lies, so I really wasn't in any place to have any complaints. But I did.

Sighing a little, I sat up in my lounger and looked down at my reasonably tanned body. There was only so much you could do with the Canadian sun.

I had a little more than two months left in this place and it was boring as hell. It was lovely to relax, but there was only so much swimming and reading one could do before even that became boring. I never thought I'd say it, but I had grown tired of relaxing.

Slipping my feet into my flip flops, I walked back inside his giant house, making my way through it to his office. I knew he hadn't implicitly told me to not disturb him, but if the past three weeks had been any clue, he didn't want my company.

I had actually begun to wonder if he was deliberately avoiding me, waking up before dawn and going to bed long after midnight just to avoid running into me. But could I really blame him?

I stopped silently in front of his door and hesitated only for a second before knocking thrice. After a couple of moments, I heard his call that I could enter, and so I did- and was then met by a number of different sights that left me stunned and confused, as to which one I should absorb first.

I started with the best one; behind his desk, standing by a giant blackboard, Harry was writing down complicated-looking equations and formulas, undisturbed by my intrusion.

He merely glanced over his shoulder once before turning back to his blackboard, continuing to talk into what I now saw was an earpiece in his ear. But what made him the best sight in the room was that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

My mouth, pussy and mind watered at the sight of his muscular back working while he wrote. I hadn't been wrong the first day when I assumed his casual clothes had hid a toned body.

His muscles bulged nicely in a not overly-done fashion and contoured his body so that you knew he took care of it. Purely from his posture, you could tell that years spent bent over math papers hadn't obstructed him from pushing in a workout here and there.

He was smart, but he was fit.

I was so absorbed by the sight that was him that I hardly noticed the entire mess that was his study, which also happened to be the second magnificent sight. Covered everywhere in books, files, giant stacks of both scrolls, maps and sheets of loose paper, it was the epitome of a workaholic's nest.

The entire life of Harold Xavier Devon was in this room, including himself, who now turned around to fully face me, blessing me the view of his torso.

The stereotypical look of a dork did certainly not apply to him, but then again, this was the 21st century; Dorks could be hot.

And Harry Devon certainly was hot.

"Do you need anything?" He asked me when I had been standing in the door for quite some time now, soaking up everything.

I blinked when he took out his earpiece, ending the call.

"I just wanted to see what you were doing," I said, closing the door and quietly coming in.

"You do realize It's summer outside, right? Sun's out, air's warm. perfect weather for a drink."

"I'm working," He replied, now turning back to his blackboard and picking up his chalk again.

"The sun will be there again tomorrow and the day after that, as will the opportunity for a drink. My concentration won't be."

Damn, okay. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched him write complicated lines of math onto the blackboard with the crisp white chalk.

"Has anyone ever told you work a little too much?"

"I believe they mentioned that when I accepted my second millennium prize."

Show-off.

"So why don't you ever take a break and kick back? Relax a little. Unwind."

"And sleep with you?" He shot me a flat glance, to which I pursed my lips.