Bella was nervous as she got out of the cab. The nervousness was like a thick cord around her throat, choking her. She wouldn't be able to go back after tonight. She had the choice to call Madame Gretrude and tell her she just could not go through with it. But then she remembered the reason why she was standing in front of this fancy hotel in a fancy dress from the House's closet.

Pale grey eyes.

Tiny little hands.

Head full of the softest hair.

The ever present smell of warm baby formula in her studio apartment.

Brandon.

She was doing all this for Brandon. Sweet, precious Brandon.

She took in a deep breath of the cold evening air. She would do this, not just today, but also tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, and for every single day for the rest of her life, if it meant giving Brandon the life he deserves.

Bella would do it. With another deep breath, she took a step forward.

The hotel lobby was magnificent. The marble floor and the plush, pristine white couches complemented each other perfectly. A huge crystal chandelier hung just above the reception dest, which was where she was heading. A breathtakingly beautiful blonde woman manned the desk along with two other beautiful women. Truth to be told, the other women paled in comparison to the goddess standing in the centre.

She turned her attention towards me just after she finished up with another guest. She smiled at me warmly and said,

"Good evening, Ma'am! How can I help you ?"

Trying not to let my shame show through me, I said in a voice which I hoped sounded respectable,

"I'm here for Mr. McCartney." I tried to smile back at her. I am pretty sure it came a little forced.

"Yes, of course!" Pulling put something from her desk, she said, "This is your keycard. Please take the elevator at the end of the lobby." She said this pointing towards a couple of gleaming elevators.

Thanking her and giving her a tight nod, I walked towards my doom.

Mr. McCartney's room was on the top floor of the hotel. It was as fancy as any other part of the hotel with its rich colours and sultry atmosphere. The walls were painted a gorgeous cream, with all the curtains and drapes pristine white. When you walked into the doors, you would be at the living room which accommodated a plush cream couch, a couple of matching armchairs and a huge flatscreen. At one corner was a bar with various undoubtedly expensive bottles of wines and champagnes and other hard liquor. At another corner stood a writing desk with a notepad and a to the desk was a double door, which led undoubtedly to the bedroom. With a racing heart, I slowly edged towards the door.

I already knew that Mr. McCartney wouldn't be here yet. He was scheduled to get here at 8 PM and it was only ten past seven now. But even this didn't help with my galloping heart as I slowly pushed the doors open.

The room was everything I imagined. A huge four poster king sized bed dominated the space. The soft white drapes were loosely tied to the beams, giving it a cozy look. One wall of the room had huge windows and wide french doors that opened up to a balcony. The other wall had a dresser with a huge mirror and a chest of drawers. I moved to stand in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. The dark blue dress that I wore had a high waist line and showed a moderate amount of cleavage. The figure hugging skirt stopped a couple of inches above by knees. My already long legs were accentuated by a pair of sky high stilettos. I wore no jewellery excepting the single stoned studs on my ears. My long wavy brown hair was tied up in an elegant bun with a few tactically arranged strands framing my angular face.

With my proportional features and flawless skin, I knew I was a beautiful woman. People around me saw it, and Madame Gretrude saw it. I caught her eyes when I was at the supermarket trying to gather the best combination of baby products for the $23.45 I had scrapped together. She had approached me with her business card and a possibility to earn real money. It had taken me weeks to build the courage to finally pick up the phone and ring the number on the card.

I dropped my hand bag on top of the drawers and was about to turn around when I saw it in the reflection. There was an envelope on the foot of the bed. I curiously walked to the bed and picked it up. It had a thick cream paper in it folded in half. It read-

Dear Bella,

Please go to the top drawer on the left side of the bed. Put it on and do not take it off until you are asked to.

My heart started beating fast. With shaking legs I went to the specified drawer and pulled it open. I don't know why I was not surprised when I found a white silk blindfold trimmed with delicate lace. I gently picked it up and examined it. The purpose of it was crystal clear. Whoever Mr. McCartney was, he didn't want to reveal himself. With the amount of money he was spending for the single night, I had no doubts about his financial status. And he was possibly also a powerful public figure. And possibly married too. With kids.

My hands were shaking as I placed the blindfold on top of the bed. Sitting down, I pulled off my shoes and decided to get myself comfortable for the last forty minute of my normal life.

I grew more and more jittery with the tick of the clock. When it was five to eight, I finally decided to put on the blindfold. Breathing in deeply, I pulled off the pins keeping my hair up and set them at the night table. Standing straight, my hair almost reached my behind. Now it just spilled over my shoulders and flowed into the soft white sheets. Picking up the delicate white thing, I carefully adjusted it over my eyes, effectively making the world go black.

The wait was nerve wrecking. I tried hard not to think about what was to happen in a few minutes. It is not that I was a virgin. But sleeping with a stranger was something I never thought I would do. The minutes passed in darkness. It did nothing to calm the anxious butterflies in my stomach.

Before I knew it, the softness of the bed and the darkness over my eyes lured me to sleep.

The sounds of a door closing pulled me out of my sleep. For a second I panicked when I found that I could not see anything. Then I remembered where I was and why I was there. Mr. McCartney must be here. I quickly sat up without knowing what to do. I couldn't believe that I had fallen asleep!

Before I could say anything and embarrass myself, he spoke.

"I'm sorry that I am late. Something came up."

He was here.

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