Chapter 12 Swear You'll Never Come Back Again

By the third day of being locked in the apartment, I started doing business with Grant. Since I couldn't leave, I figured I should at least profit from it. "Mr. Walton, want me to eat with you? Five thousand dollars. "Want me to smile at you? Ten thousand dollars. "Want to hear me say 'I love you'? That's a different rate. 100,000 dollars each time. No bargaining." Grant's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who'd lost too much and couldn't stop. He took out his phone and started transferring money to me like he'd gone mad. A notification chimed. "Payment received for 100,000 dollars." I looked at the balance and gave him a polished, professional smile. "Grant, I love you." His body shook. He knew it was fake. He knew I was only saying it for the money. But he still grabbed me like a drowning man clutching driftwood, burying his face against my neck as his voice broke. "Elodie, could you lie to me for the rest of my life? I have money… I have so much money… It's all yours… Ju