YASMIN'S POV-

I stood before a bar, contemplating whether I should go in or not, I looked at my phone

-7pm-

It's now or never Yasmin

I thought as I took a deep breath, I was here on a mission to woo a man well known to be cold, controlling and condescending, CCC

The only thing I know is that he's a billionaire

The day I received an anonymous offer to seduce him and Break his heart in exchange for an unbelievable amount of money and assets was the day I cried out of joy, thinking finally someone has recognized my services and worth

Yet now I stand before the very bar Mr Wells is said to be in, my feet rooted to the ground my heart racing nonstop as though i was going to die, I was frightened!

What if he's not charmed by me what if...

But who wouldn't be charmed by a diva such as myself?

I was cladded in a mini strapless red mini grown, my fine long legs in display, my wig hair neatly trimmed and flowing, light make up.

Although the look wasn't my style, I wasn't comfortable even but one most do what is needed to achieve a goal not what is desired.

It's now or never.

I went into the bar cautiously, looking around, I sighted him, Mr Wells, discussing with the bartender.

Wearing a smile I approached, very step I took was gracious and bold, inside I was the opposite, all my focus was now on this man, everyone else was just invisible in my sight, that was until I bumped into a man.

"Sorry" I said turning away.

As I took a step forward a hand grabbed me, roughly, yanking me back carelessly, I glared at the man.

"Such a fine you_"

Hit*

The lousy chatters died down when I threw him a punch in reflex before he could be done talking.

I looked around, noticing the gazes of the people around,

-Fuck what have I done!-

I stared at the man whose nose was now bleeding profusely and lips bruised.

"Do you know who I am you slut?" I heard him seethe as he raised a hand to throw a hit but I caught it just in time before he could slap me.

Just then the security came in, making me to let go of his hand and step away, realizing they were here to drag me out.

Having believed that, I made for an exit willingly.

Hearing grunts and cursing coming from the man, I turned only to see him being dragged out.

-What just happened?-

My eyes turned to look around once more, surprising everyone attention wasn't on me anymore, I breathed in relieved, my gaze falling on Mr Wells who now stared at me blankly.

The bartender beckoned me to come and so I did.

Before I could take a seat I heard Mr Wells speak.

"Stand over there for a moment " pointed into the distance to which the bartender nudged his head at me to do as told.

Frowning, I took cautious steps back until there was a good distance between me and them.

"Hmmm, she's quite tall with the appearance of an egg" I heard the bartender say, not in a tone of whisper but audibly.

He thinks I look fragile, I smirked faintly.

-But what about Mr Wells what does he think?-

My gaze fell on Mr Wells, my eyes following his.

I could tell he was analysing, his eyes trailed from my eyes to every part of my body until stopped at my shoes I wore yet he stared at me like I was some food to be devoured, it didn't show much but I'm good at taking insignificant hints.

He never said anything just beckoned me to come over.

"Quite the punch you delivered there" said the bartender, grinning.

In all honesty he didn't look like a regular bartender even the costumers here all seemed wealthy.

"Who was that man" I asked him.

In response he nudged his head to Mr Wells direction, saying

"Ask him"

"A glass of Scotch please" I waved him away, turning to Mr Wells I asked

"Who was the man?"

"Someone that someone like you shouldn't mess with so easily"He deadpanned.

"I have already messed with him, I might as well book a flight to flee" I remarked sarcastically to which he chuckled.

"He's the former CEO of a company I bought today, came to threaten me with his ' connections' " he emphasized that last part.

"Today most have been the worst day of he's life, wife divorced him in court, lost his company, received a decent punch from a lady," He mused

"A decent punch you say..."

I gulped down the drink immediately it was placed in front of me.

"You throw quite a punch milady" the bartender chimed in, pouring in another shot for me.

"Why isn't he having any" I quizzed the bartender as I glanced at Owen.

"He has, 43 bottles I presume" whispered the bartender in response.

I wonder how he's still sober

"This is my first time...drinking" I revealed, sipping from the little glass in front of me.

Anytime I went out with my friends to drink, I was always the sober one at the end of the day since I don't drink with them, just there to watch and enjoy my time with time.

No amount to coercion and persuasion can make me do something I have no interest in.

"Just gave me the bottle" I requested the bartender to which he stared at me, quizzically.

Indeed this would be my first time tasting alcohol and it wasn't so bad, no bad at all

Mommy I'm sorry for going against your rules, hope you'll forgive me this is all for the mission.

Coming to think of it, she doesn't really know I accepted the offer.

She against it anyways.

"You shouldn't have more than a three shots if you want to remain sober" said Owen.

"You are still sober after forty-three bottles....hmmm you think I can't beat that record?" I inched closer with raised brows.

"Is it a bet?" He asked, his tone low as he inched closer, scrutinizing me.

I didn't know why but I felt nervous in his presence.

My skin developing goosebumps already.

"Yes" I readily nodded to which he smirked.

"If I surpass the number of bottles you've taken then you'll take me on a date, if I don't-" I paused to think of something smart that wouldn't benefit him entirely.

"If you don't then you can pay me" He declared.

"We have a deal then" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

The bartender stared at the two of us, his eyes darting from me to Owen, he seemed amused yet those eyes hinted something else when it turned to me, maybe mockery or warning.

Leaning in, the bartender whispered to me.

"It's not too late to back down, he's in good mood"