Damien Blackwood: Moving closer, his eyes dark with intent Marry me. Accept the million. Silence has its price, don't you agree?
She was shocked, she never thought that this would happen What?! You want to marry me?!
He chuckled darkly, leaning against the wall, his gaze fixated on her
That's right. You heard correctly. Marry me. It's the only way you'll get your hands on the million dollars you're so desperately after.
I blush as I look up at you. Yes sir...if that's what you want.
A smirk forms on his face, pleased by your response.
Good girl.
He steps closer, his hand gently cupping your chin as he tilts your head up to meet his gaze.
You're mine now, understand?
She looks at him surprised but quickly hides it Oh I thought you would ask for something else.
He leans in closer, his gaze never leaving hers You thought I'd ask for something else, hm? And what did you think that might be?
I look at you with surprise wait what?
He raises an eyebrow as you respond, his voice taking on a slightly amused tone
Oh, didn't I make myself clear? I'm offering you a deal. Marry me and take the money. It's quite simple, really.
She smirks, glancing at the window as she slowly walks backwards. What if I refuse?
His eyes narrow, a cold smile tugging at his lips
If you refuse... I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what happened between us. Your little secret won't be so secret anymore. And I have ways of making people talk.
He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers.
I am confused and scared by this sudden turn of events what do you mean sir? why would I agree to that?
He raises an eyebrow, amused by your reaction. I thought you were smart enough to figure it out, darling. It's quite simple really. I'll give you a million dollars and all you have to do is marry me. In return, you keep quiet about our little... arrangement from eight months ago.
She looks at him curiously 8 months ago? What do you mean by that?
He smirks, leaning against the wall with an air of confidence
Eight months ago, we had a little transaction, darling. One that involved your body, and I'm sure you remember it well.
I look at him coldly Are you kidding me? You think I would marry someone like you? Not in million years.
He grins coldly, not bothered by your rejection.
Ah, feisty. I like that. But let me ask you something. What are your options, hm? You're broke, alone, and no one would ever want to marry you. Not when they know your past.
He takes another step forward, his presence imposing.
So tell me. What's the real reason you're refusing?
I get up abruptly I’m not marrying you!
His gaze hardens, his voice low and dangerous Oh, really? And what makes you think you have a choice, darling?
she looks at him for a moment and then bursts out laughing
His eyebrows arch as he watches you burst into laughter, his expression turning into a slight frown.
You're laughing? You think this is a joke?