Three days went by, and it was finally the day I have a meeting with someone from Desire.

Phoning up was easy, and getting a face-to-face with someone inside was tricky, but a few lies later I got an appointment, but I'm anything if not persistent, I went all out on the receptionist and used every trick in the book to get someone to see me.

The shame I feel sitting here, in the waiting lobby is enough to put me in my grave, the looks alone from those in fancy suits double that feeling.

Why didn't I dress up? If I had known every single woman and man inside this building was flashy, I probably would have borrowed some of Robbie's clothes.

The looks alone... I know that if any one of them were in my situation, they'd do the exact same thing as me.

The building is high grade, just like I expected, walling inside felt like walking inside of a catalog for rich snobs.

This place screamed 'I'm more important than you, so shut up or I'll sue you' and that was starting to get me anxious.

I don't fit in here, I'm not like these people, I didn't come from wealth...  I don't even have $5 to my name.

Was this a huge mistake? Should I just let myself sink, or should I swim into the unknown, those are the questions I can't get out of my head.

"Mr. Beckett." A beautiful young woman in a pencil skirt and tight blouse comes up to me with a smile. "Mr. Steele will see you now."

Wait, what did she say? With the CEO? That's a mistake. 

I stand up and walk after her. "Excuse me, I thought I had a meeting with someone called Jason?"

I follow her until she stops at the double doors a few feet away from the lobby. "No sir, Mr. Steele will be taking this meeting, Jason is his PA."

The secretary, Stacey- knocks and then opens one side of the doors. "Sir I have your 2oclock." She says sweetly.

I don't hear a reply but Stacey opens the door for me and smiles at me with pity once she sees the panic on my face, she gives me an encouraging nod for me to enter whilst she holds the door open for me.

Shit, no turning back now, here we go...

Entering his office, the first thing I notice is how big it actually is, and intimidating, it was far too big for what was inside the room, I did a quick look before I focused on the man himself, stationed in the middle of the room.

Donovan Steele had not even looked up at me, he was sitting looking over papers without a single care in the world.

Stacey closes the doors behind her, making me jump.

"Take a seat." Mr. Steele says, his voice leaving no room for questions.

I feel like I'm about to be told off, even so, I do as he says and sit in the chairs in front of his desk.

He had yet to raise his head and look at me, and I took that time to study him.

He didn't look like the guy everyone thought he was, sure the guy had a face only Lucifer could have, he was terrifyingly beautiful, and he was taller than me and much larger, and there was this air around him that made me feel nervous.

Despite this, he looked reasonable, maybe he'll understand my situation and show me some pity.

I swallow hard. "Mr. Steele, you know why I'm here I assume?." I say tightly, making him put his fancy-looking pen down on his desk.

He raises his head and looks and me, and my body completely freezes, because damn if I don't admit that I'm fucking terrified right now.

The corner of his mouth twitches as he leans back and stares at me with his piercing cold eyes.

"You want my help." He spoke bluntly. "You're an actor, correct?"

The shame washes over me again as I nod my head.

A silence fills the room, his eyes never leave mine, and mine never leave his, even though all I want to do is look away and cry.

Fuck, Evan, don't let this fucker scare you.

"You know who I am, yes?" He asks and I nod my head.

"Then you know it's not just as simple as me giving you money, I want something in return."

Robbie was right, he wants something in return, but what the hell can I give him? I have nothing to give him.

"You don't have anything I can use, so why should I not have you thrown out of my office right this instant for wasting my time?"

My hands begin to sweat, and my throat starts to dry up.

"Because." I nervously stutter. "I'm willing to do anything for it, I... I need this, the only option I have left."

His facial expression remains hard and expressionless, as he stares at me like a filthy street dog.

"I'm a hard worker." Shit- do I need to beg? Am I really going to sink this low? "Name it, and I'll do it."

"Please give me a chance, I won't disappoint you, I'll do whatever you ask Mr. Steele."

He sighs then pulls back his sleeve to check the time on his expensive-looking gold watch.

His eyes snap back to mine and hold me in place as he looks me over, from the top of my hair to the beat-up trainers I was wearing.

Then he goes back to my face.

"You have a good face, how old are you?" He asks, making me frown.

"22... Sir."

"You keep in shape?"

I swallow nervously. "Uh." I stutter, unsure where he's going with this. "Yeah, I go to the gym.'

"Ever thought of erotic movies? You'd make quite the dollar as a male actor." He says, amused as his lips twist into a smirk.

This is humiliating, honestly... what did I expect?

"No." I say dryly, glaring at him. "I don't do that shit, I'm a serious actor."

I should just leave, he isn't going to make a deal with me anyways, this was a shot in the dark.

"A serious actor who hasn't worked in over a year." He states, tapping a piece of paper on his desk, his intimidating eyes never leaving mine.

"If you were serious, you'd take work where you could get it." He says.

"Beggers can't be choosers." He adds, looking down at me

I want to punch him in his perfect face, who does he think he is, humiliating me like this?

"If you want to be taken seriously, take off your jacket."

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Get undressed." He commands, leaving no room for me to speak. "I won't ask again, Evan."

I feel beyond humiliated, like a show pony, but even so, I do as he says and swallow my pride, I stand up and take my jacket off, and put it on the chair.

"Now the top."

I bite the inside of my cheek and do as he says and takes my pulling my top from over my head, and drop it on the chair.

He looks me over as the room falls silent, his dark gray eyes look me over as his face never falters from one of pure intimidation and deep concentration.

"Okay." He says, sitting forward in his chair slightly. "I can work with this."

"I will give you the money you need, and take you on as talent, you can work off your debt to me through the jobs you get."

Something tells me there is a but coming, but he says nothing, so I swallow my pride once again and ask.

Wait... "Is that all?" I ask dumbly before another thought comes to mind that makes me cringe.

"Wait, this isn't one of those where I'm having sex with you for this opportunity, right? If that is what this is then-"

His hard eyes meet mine, and my blood goes cold.

"You're a smart boy Evan, so I'll cut past the bullshit."

"Since I'm in a good mood, you can leave right now and forget this conversation ever happened, you can accept this how it is and sign on with my company as a talent, and I will also pay your remaining debts." He said. "But."

"The moment you leave my office... you'll never know what it feels like to indulge in the curiosity you feel for me, the same curiosity you're so desperately trying to hide." He says, before staring at my growing erection.

I blush and turn my head, ashamed of how he could easily read me like that.

He stands up from his chair and comes around his desk to stand a foot in front of me, leaning against his desk, his hands gripping the edge of his desk as he looks directly into my eyes, making me feel hot and bothered.

How the hell did he know?

"So?" Do you want to be my friend?" He says, his deep voice making my arm hairs stand up. "With benefits."

"...But I'm not gay." I said, my face feeling hot with embarrassment.

Although I had kissed a man before, I had never done anything with a man that went past drunken kissing.

"You like me." He says with an amused look on his face. "Isn't that enough?"

"I'm too impatient to drag this out, I want a physical relationship, no strings attached." He spoke bluntly. "How does that sound? Are you interested?"

The room grows silent as I think it over.

I'll just be his friend with benefits? What does he mean by that? I mean this isn't the first time I've slept with someone with no strings attached, but could I do it with this man? It can't be just that simple...

Just look at him, he could have anyone he wanted, so why me?

This is just too random to be real.

I could just leave, take his offer to help, and be done, I'd never have to see him again.

I swallow hard. "But I won't be just your friend, will I?"

A smirk forms on Donovan's lips as he looks at me and shakes his head. 

"No." He said. "You won't.

Fuck... All I have to do is just be his friend and that's it? I mean, he is pretty good-looking, and I've always wanted to try it with a guy, I suppose it doesn't get better than a billionaire bachelor... right?

Fuck, I'm not gay... but I mean... if it's him, it should be fine, right? What's the worst that can happen? Plus he's signing me on as a talent, it isn't the worst offer, in fact, it's perfect.

Fuck it... I'm curious what it feels like, besides, I can leave this 'relationship' whenever I want.

"Okay." I breathe out. "I'll be your friend."