The CEO's hired mistress

Hanna Müller.

I was doing my final year of internship at the hospital before specializing when I rushed out. I'm usually very forward-thinking and like to manage my time so I can devote it to my eight-year-old sister, Mia. However, this time, Madame Flynn Lee gave me almost no time to prepare.

Apparently, we had an urgent job tonight. Several millionaires had arrived in town for a hotel convention and needed companions to attend various events. I was supposed to have the weekend off, but that wasn't the case.

I looked at the watch on my wrist. I had two hours to get home, feed Mia, inform Mrs. Hollman that she would be watching my sister that night, and get ready to look attractive enough for the convention at the Grand Miller Continental Hotel. Thank goodness Beatriz was picking me up; otherwise, I wouldn't have known where to find the time.

Ten of the best escorts from my company, W.S. Company, had been selected, with an equal number of female and male escorts. It was a completely legal company. We offered escort services, nannies, babysitters, personal assistants, event organizers, and anything else that could make millionaires' lives easier.

The rules at W.S. Company were clear: we were not an escort company, and sexual relations were strictly prohibited. We were simply a service company. It was also forbidden to reveal clients' secrets, get involved in any conflict that would expose the client, or fall in love with a client.

Logically, clients had to commit to certain rules in a contract. These included behaving politely and respectfully toward their companion; not giving us gifts not previously stipulated in the provided service; not falling in love with the companion; and, of course, not spreading bad publicity about the company they had hired. Breaching these rules, whether by the companion or the client who requested the service, constituted a breach of contract. The appropriate penalty was a financial penalty or dismissal.

In reality, this was not my dream job. I was studying medicine and had one year left. After that, I wanted to specialize in general surgery and do an internship, which would provide enough income for me to leave this job. In the meantime, I had to take care of my sister after our parents died in a car accident two years ago. Many people died in the accident.

They were wonderful parents and true scholars of medicine. My father was a professor of medicine dedicated to cancer research. My mother was an excellent pediatrician. They were excellent doctors, but like many important scientists, they were a total disaster when it came to anything related to economics, financial management, and savings. Despite their high salaries, they were not at all thrifty. They never planned ahead for the future, nor did they secure their daughters' future after their car accident that ended their lives.

In their defense, until two years ago, I was a typical medical student and the daughter of scholars in that field. I only cared about studying and getting whatever I wanted from my father. I loved going out, partying, and having fun with my friends, who shared my secret hobby. They all disappeared when my family fell on hard times, though.

After my parents died in the accident, the creditors, who had previously accepted a promissory note due to my father's anticipated high earnings upon completing his studies, demanded repayment and seized the remaining family assets.

I had to sell the large mansion my parents bought, as well as many of the treasures and jewels my mother and I owned, to pay off my father's debt.

When it was all over, we had enough left to buy a small apartment on the outskirts of London, near my university. I had to sell my sports car, too.

At first, I considered giving up my medical career to take care of my sister. However, when I was two months away from paying tuition for the next semester, a classmate told me about the W.S. Company. Many college students had worked for them, using the job to pay for their education. Between the salary and the tips I received from clients, it was possible to afford that luxury.

Despite how well she spoke of the job, I rejected it at first. I thought I would have to do other things to make money. In my view, an escort was the same as a prostitute or gigolo.

However, this was due to my prejudices; nothing could be further from the truth. I also rejected the job initially because I had been with my wonderful boyfriend for four years. Despite everything I have suffered, he has stayed by my side. He is the first and only man I have been with, and I didn't want to cross that line.

However, as they say, "Necessity is the mother of invention," and when the bills piled up, my sister's school fees could no longer be deferred, and the start of the university semester was fast approaching, I decided to try it for a few months to solve my problem. However, when I started working and began to have regular clients, I realized it wasn't as bad as I had initially thought. All of my clients were very respectful and followed company rules. Some of my clients were regulars who requested my services when they passed through town and always stipulated my gift in advance, which was usually inexpensive.

Likewise, earnings from this job helped pay for my studies and my sister's. We were able to move to a bigger, better house and sell the old one.

Money was no longer scarce. I started saving and was able to buy a car in cash.

When my temporary position begins next year, I will leave this job. Besides, my boyfriend John had not found out about my job in almost two years. He thought I was working extra shifts at the hospital to support my sister. If all goes well, he will never find out.

It's not that I don't want to tell him the truth; the problem is that John comes from a fairly conservative family—the Raddiffe family—a well-known name in the hospitality industry. Because of what happened to my parents, which was in all the newspapers, the family became known for the death of one of Germany's best scientists and icons in the fight against cancer, which brought about the family's financial ruin.

Because of this, John and I had to pretend to break up in the face of the family's refusal to allow us to continue our relationship, especially his mother's opposition to a woman who had lost her inheritance.

The truth is that it was my idea. I wanted to make things easier for my boyfriend, who was having problems with his mother that would hinder his aspirations. He was in a struggle with his older brothers to become president of the Raddiffe Blue hotel chain. His father had left it to him after dying of a cardiac arrest. However, it was only his mother who had the final say, so I decided to help him.

"Are you ready?" asked my best friend and colleague at the company, Beatriz Walker, an up-and-coming model. She was paying for her career and getting publicity because there were often events attended by designers and other people in the industry.

"I'll put on my heels, and I'm ready." By the way, don't you think this dress you chose for me is a little too revealing? The top is going to burst open, and I'm going to cause quite a spectacle," I complained to my friends.

Bea was in charge of shopping for and assigning dresses to the ladies and gentlemen of the court. She had a keen eye for fashion and styling. Every day, I received the dress I was to wear that night. I had to return it clean and undamaged the next day, or money would be deducted from my pay. I was also paid for the service I had performed the night before that day.

"Stop complaining, Little Red Riding Hood. It's so your wolf feels comfortable by your side and gives you a good tip," my funny friend told me.

"As long as it's a tip and he doesn't want to eat me," I teased back. How stupid I was.

I should have insisted more on changing this perverted Little Red Riding Hood outfit because, thanks to this damn thing and a misunderstanding, my life was about to change drastically, whether I liked it or not.