She spotted Cainan already seated at the spot that he was yesterday and she made her way over to him and as she got closer; she noticed a file before him and she figured that was their agreement, drafted into a contract

"You're late," was the first thing he said as she got to him and he looked at her.

"Well, I'm here now," she grumbled.

His eyes slowly took her in from head to toe, and she didn't miss the linger in his eyes with them when around her neck and chest before moving downwards to her hips and her feet. Satisfaction entered his eyes before vanishing at that same moment.

She stood by her intuitions; he was creepy.

"I can work with this, but if you're going to accept this proposal, you're going to have to understand there is no such thing as lateness. Seven a.m. is seven a.m., no later than that." He firmly instructed, his voice filled with so much authority and command and he sounded so different from the man she spoke to yesterday.

"Who said I am here to accept your proposal?" She asked with a raised brow.

"I do not see my money in your hand," he instantly replied before pushing the file before him towards her. And she glared at him and sat down.

"This is a fifteen paged contract and I will need your signature at the bottom of every page. I'd like to believe you are an expert reader at least, and I want you to understand each page before putting your signature on it. There are strict rules and as much as possible, we would need to keep this relationship neutral. That is the only way it will be believable."

"Why don't you just save yourself the stress and get some pretty lady that would fit your standard instead of trying to break and bend me into who she's not."

"I need someone tameable to do exactly what they are told."

She felt her feet curl, and she wasn't "And you think I can be?" her brow shot up.

A smile flashed across his face. "A few women can't and you're one of those few and that's why I made these instructions in the contract. You don't have to follow every one of them, but the basic ones are necessary. So you can take it home, read and make adjustments where you see fit."

She smirked, got up, and leaned in a little so that her face came very close to his and her breath fanned over his face. "I trust you know what you're getting into." She drew even closer and she could smell the ketchup lingering in his mouth. And looking up, she saw him closely looking at her, wondering what her next move was. She reached out her hand and pulled out a pen from his pocket before returning to her seat.

She flipped open the first page and signed on it without reading it and then flipped to the second page and as she was about to sign, but he drew the file away from her and closed it up.

"Do you think this is some sort of joke?" He grounded out, and she knew she had stepped on one of those explosive wires he had.

"I'm stuck with you and you certainly can't do better, so it's best to have fun while this madness last."

He gritted his teeth, "If you sign them without reading, you're going to follow those instructions which you might not be comfortable with and you might end up going against the very contract you signed. Rules in business, read and negotiated before you sign."

"Rules in thievery. 'do not negotiate what you can take'," she counters with a smirk on her face.

"And look where that brought you."

"About to sign a million dollars deal with the man I stole from three weeks ago. All I see is good, babe." She winked at him and tried to take the file away from him, but he holds unto it.

"You might take this a little serious when George and Anita get to learn who you really are."

The smile on her face disappeared, and she tossed his pen down on the table, mumbling "Asshole." Loud enough for him to hear, and it was his turn to smirk.

"You lying son of a bitch!" Anita's voice caused their head to snap, and they turned to see her storming towards them.

Jasmin's eyes darted to the contract before Cainan and knew Anita was going to see it if she got to where they were and so she grabbed the documents and flipped it around so that the front part where the contract agreement appeared, face down.

"We meet again," Cainan replied with a deceitful grin.

"Screw you!" Anita spat at him with a hard glare. "You played me for a fool yesterday. You lied to me and gave me a freaking false name!"

"You cuss a lot," he pointed out, which only made her angrier. "so does your she. I understand how you two are friends now."

Her eyes left Cainan and moved to Jasmin, who was quietly sitting and watching the drama unfold. "What does he want?"

"We are just talking, Anita, don't worry I'm safe." She assured with her bravest smile.

Anita's eyes flickered with emotions of concern as she stared at her closely, probably hoping to get a sign that she was lying about being okay, but when she got none, she nodded, "Be careful." She advised, before turning around and walking off.

Cainan exhaled in relief after Anita disappears into the restaurant and his attention returned to Jasmin, who was now quiet.

"You fed her lies just to get my number. You treated her like a fool and she's my friend."

"The only lie I told was us being childhood friends. As for my name, well, it used to be Michael Day, Cainan Michael Day, but I changed it. So it wasn't a total lie." He pushed the file towards her and got up to his feet. "You seem to need space now, so I will leave. I will come over tonight to your place and we will go over the terms and you can go over what needs changing in the contract."

"How do you know where I live?" There was a surprise in her voice.

He just smiled, picked up his pen, and walked away without an answer.

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Coming home at past five p.m. she headed for the bathroom to shower and change before sorting out the food left on her counter and she saw spaghetti and she picked it out and headed for the pot to cook it only to realise that was not what she was craving. She craved bean cake and bread with a hot pap, but she knew there was no way to get that with her current budget.

She earned a decent salary but there were always bills to pay, from light to water, to phone, to sanitary, down to food and then rent. She earned her money just to spend it again, and it sucked, but it was her life. And her living conditions didn't allow her to save money for emergencies and all she could hope for was for such to never arise.

She groaned as a headache plagued her while she was trying to read the instructions written on the spaghetti can. She avoided reading, and she poured the spaghetti into the pot and cooked; and she returned to her counter and searched through it, trying to find and only came across the almost empty bottle of mayonnaise and she grabbed it out and see the spaghetti cooked. She set herself on the plate to serve herself when the doorbell went off.

She paused and turned off her single burner gas cooker and walked to the door before asking. "Who's there?" There was no response to her question and for a moment she wondered if she had heard the bell on her head and when she turned to leave, the bell went off again losing the little temper she had tamed she snapped, "Who's there?"

"Open the door and maybe you will find out." The voice belonged to Cainan, and that did little to pacify her because he startled her with his presence at her door. He had told her he was coming over to her place to complete the agreement, but she didn't think he was going to follow his words up literally.

It shouldn't surprise her. He found where she worked just by reading her name tag on her uniform. He could find out where she lived with the information he now had.

"Are you going to open the door or are you going to leave me standing here?"

"Ever heard of stranger danger before?" she asked with her brow rising.

He took a moment to reply, and she realised the question she just asked made no sense at all.

"I don't think I am a stranger, we've known each other for over three weeks and in those three weeks, one of us have stolen the other's Rolex, so if there is anyone whom might be in danger it's me, Jasmin, now come open the door." He said, and there was a trace of command in his voice.

She grumbled but opened her door, "Let's get one thing straight, there is a fine line between stealing and killing." She was grateful she finished her words before opening the door because the sight of the man at her door knocked the breath out of her lungs and left her speechless on seeing him.

He was in a blue long sleeve, which was opposite of what he was wearing when she saw him during lunch. He looked neat and good looking as always, but he seemed less formal than he did earlier and his eyes darker by the night, but they held much life as usual.

"Yes, but statistically, most thieves end up as murderers, so your fine line is blurry." He replied and stepped up towards her.

"Then why are you here 'cause based on your own words, I'm a threat to you as it is."

He chuckled and took another step towards her so that they became close and she could feel the heat coming off his body. She quivered on the inside and almost reached out to touch him, but stopped herself.

"Because I just made up those statistics, there is no proof to what I said, but nice to know where you stand," he smirked and stepped into the room, his body brushing past hers and she couldn't ignore the spark that lit up because of the few seconds touch.

"Some of a bitch!" She cussed through gritted teeth and she heard him chuckle harder. "I never said you could come in." She slammed her door and turned to him with her hands crossed over her chest.

"You did very little to stop me though." He replied, "you live here." He looked around the room.

"No, just monitoring it for a friend, of course, I live here!" She didn't understand why she was so furious now when she had the upper hand during lunch. She noticed him still looking around and she didn't mean to allow insecurity to get the better of her, but that was what she did. "I'm sorry might not up to your standard, your Highness."

At her words, he snapped out of his thought and turned to find her glaring at him. "I think it's decent enough."

His compliment made her cheeks burn, but she brushed it off and made her way to the kitchen as her stomach cried out for attention. She served the spaghetti onto the plate just like she was about to before he came in and she takes a glass of water before returning to the living room.

It didn’t surprise her to find him seated. When she came out, she seemed, however, not happy that he was comfortable than she wanted him to be.

"Make yourself feel at home," she blurted out at him, but he ignored her and she took her seat on the couch, pulled the stool beside it closer and set her plate and glass of water on it.

"Have you had the chance to go through the contract since then?"

"Do I look like I have?" She retorted.

"You know answering questions with questions is rude." He said and for the first time in almost five minutes, she had triggered an angry side of him.

"And yet here you are."

"This deal does you as much good as it does me if not better, so I will ask again, did you go through the files?" He asked again, his voice harder than the first.

She clenched her teeth. "No, I haven't gone through it. I came home a while ago." She took a fork full into her mouth and she almost threw up that instant because it wasn't what she wanted to eat nor what her body will accept.

He stood up immediately, "Come," he said."

Her brow rose. "Why?"

"It's obvious you don't want to eat that and I don't see the need forcing yourself to. We will drive to a nearby restaurant and you can order what you want."

"No thank you, I can't do that?"

"Why not."

"Because you will spend, I might be a thief, but I still have my pride."

"We will go nowhere if you end up throwing up while we go over the agreement because you ate what you didn't like. I am offering and not going to take no for an answer. I don't give a damn about your pride."

Spaghetti was one of her favourites and the sudden dislike for it made little sense, but the doctor told her that because of her condition, she would experience a minor change in her diet, but he made a mistake when he said it was a minor change because she now hated all the food she used to love and wouldn't want to smell them from a mile away. Cainan didn't know that and she didn't plan on telling him just yet.

She knew there was no way she was going to escape this, and she agreed. "Fine!"

"Great, grab the contract file and meet me in the car." He said and got up as though having fire on his butt.

She went over to her bed where she had tossed the document to when she got home and picked it up. And she grabbed her black jacket and threw it on before leaving the room.