The golden morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, painting soft patterns over the sleeping figure curled beneath the covers.
Jerry stirred first.
Her lashes fluttered open, and she turned to her side, instantly greeted by the sight of Mira — her queen, her everything — sleeping soundly, her cheek pressed against the pillow, lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful… but tired. The events of last night had taken their toll.
Jerry smiled softly and leaned in, brushing her fingers through Mira's hair and pressing a feather-light kiss to her temple.
"Sleep, baby… You deserve to rest," she whispered.
Without a sound, Jerry slipped out of bed, stretching her tall frame as she headed to get ready. The water ran quietly as she showered, dressed in a crisp black suit, and styled her hair with a quick sweep of her fingers.
Before leaving the room, she glanced at the bed once more — the soft rise and fall of Mira's breathing making Jerry's heart swell.
She tiptoed downstairs and whipped up a warm breakfast: scrambled eggs, toast, sliced fruit, and a mug of Mira's favorite vanilla latte.
After setting everything up on a tray, she scribbled a note in her charming messy handwriting and placed it beside the food.
"Good morning, my love of life.
Don't rush to get up or come to work today — I'll handle everything, okay?
Just rest, smile, and be your beautiful self.
I love you more than anything.
Yours only,
Your Jerry."
A few hours later, Mira stirred, her eyes blinking open slowly. She stretched her arms, the sheets falling down her shoulder. A soft scent caught her nose — coffee?
She sat up and blinked in surprise.
There it was. A breakfast tray. A steaming mug. And that note.
She picked it up with sleepy fingers and read it slowly, her lips curling into a smile, cheeks warming.
"Oh Jerry…" she whispered with a laugh.
She brought the note to her lips, kissing it as if Jerry would feel it miles away.
"I'm so spoiled."
And as she sipped the coffee with a dreamy smile, still wearing only Jerry's shirt from last night, she whispered,
"I love you too, my handsome idiot."
Mira sat on the bed, her fingers clutching Jerry's note as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
How did I get this lucky? she wondered, eyes welling up softly. How did someone like Jerry walk into my life and give me everything I never dared to dream of?
She looked at the breakfast tray, the coffee, the food, the note. And her heart ached with love.
"Every girl out there wants her," she whispered to herself. "But she's mine. And I'll never let her go. In every way, Jerry is mine."
Overwhelmed by emotion, she picked up her phone and hit the call button.
On the other end, Jerry's voice lit up the line, warm and teasing. "Hey, babe… I love you."
Mira giggled, cheeks flushed. "Missing you already. Don't pout—"
"You're looking at me, aren't you?" Jerry interrupted with a sigh.
Mira laughed harder. "No… but I feel like you're watching me."
"Not watching," Jerry said with a gentle tone. "I just feel you."
Their conversation lingered in soft laughs and whispered "I love yous" until Jerry said she had to return to meetings. Mira ended the call with a smile.
Just then, her manager called.
"Mira! Big news. A VIP guest wants to make a deal with us. Huge. Like... company-changing huge."
Mira sat up straighter. "Really? Where?"
"XX Hotel. Meeting's in an hour. They requested you personally."
Mira, excited, was about to call Jerry—but paused. No, let's surprise her. She'll be so proud when the deal's done.
Later that afternoon, Mira walked into the exclusive lounge of the XX Hotel. A graceful European businesswoman in a sleek navy suit greeted her with a charming smile and extended a hand.
"Congratulations on your engagement, Miss Mira," she said with a smirk. "Jerry Kingston… lucky girl."
Mira smiled shyly, shaking her hand. "Thank you."
They went over documents and terms, a formal exchange that took hours. As the woman slid the last paper over, she grinned and said, "I hope this suits you, Miss Mira."
Mira didn't read closely—everything seemed in order. She signed.
"Pleasure doing business," the woman said with a sly wink.
Mira left the hotel, already planning how to tell Jerry the good news. She even thought of printing the signed contract to surprise her fiancée.
But just as she got into her car, her phone rang.
Her manager's voice was panicked. "Mira! What the hell did you do?!"
"What?" Mira blinked, confused. "I just signed the deal with the VIP guest, like you said."
"You read the document before signing, right?!"
Mira's heart dropped. "I—I skimmed it. Why? What's wrong?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm on my way back to the penthouse."
"Come now. Fast."
Mira stormed into the penthouse, her heels echoing like gunshots. Her manager stood in the hall, holding the contract papers, face pale and furious.
"Read it," she said coldly.
Mira took the paper. Her eyes scanned it—and her legs almost gave out.
"No… no, no, no…" she whispered. "This isn't… I didn't… I didn't sign this…"
There it was. Buried in elegant wording and vague clauses.
A one-night exclusive companionship agreement… temporary consent… involving Jerry Kingston… for business negotiation purposes.
Mira's vision blurred. Her mouth went dry.
"This isn't real," she gasped. "I didn't… I didn't agree to this! I would never—!"
Tears sprang from her eyes as she collapsed into the sofa.
"Jerry… what have I done…?"
Her heart raced, panic spiraling as she cried into her hands.
Mira sat frozen in the penthouse's silence, her heartbeat loud enough to drown the world. The contract slipped from her trembling hands and landed on the marble floor like a verdict.
Her manager stood still, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold in her eyes. "You were careless, Mira," she whispered. "They played you."
"I didn't know," Mira sobbed. "I thought it was just business… just a normal deal…"
"It wasn't normal," her manager snapped. "They knew how to get to you. Through Jerry."
Mira covered her face, shaking her head in disbelief. "How do I tell her? How do I face her after this?"
Before her manager could answer, the soft sound of the elevator dinging snapped them both out of the moment.
Mira stood abruptly. "No—no, she can't see this. Not yet. I need to fix it first."
But it was too late.
The door opened, and Jerry walked in—coat draped over her shoulder, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair messy from a long day, her posture tired, but her eyes still searching for her.
"Babe, I'm home—" Her voice trailed off as she took in the scene: Mira in tears, her manager looking grim, papers scattered on the floor.
"Mira?" Jerry's voice hardened with concern. "What's going on?"
Mira turned toward her, lips parted, but no words came. Jerry stepped forward slowly, sensing something was very wrong.
"Tell me," she said softly, eyes flicking between Mira and the contract.
Mira moved as if to block the papers, but Jerry was already picking them up.
Her eyes moved over the words.
Her jaw clenched.
Her body went still.
"...What is this?" Jerry asked, voice low—dangerously calm.
Mira stepped closer. "Jerry, I didn't mean to— I thought it was just a business deal—"
"You signed this?" Jerry's voice cracked, eyes narrowing. "You signed a contract that gave me away… for a night?"
"No! I mean—yes, but I didn't know—Jerry, I swear, I didn't know what it said—"
"I'm not something you give away, Mira!" Jerry's voice exploded, echoing off the walls. "I'm not some fucking gift you put on a table to close a deal!"
Tears flooded Mira's eyes as she reached for her. "I was trying to help. I thought it would make you proud. I didn't read the whole—Jerry, I'd never let someone touch you—never."
Jerry took a step back. "But now they can—legally. Because you signed that paper."
"Please," Mira begged, dropping to her knees, clutching Jerry's shirt. "Please believe me. I didn't know. I didn't think—"
Jerry stood frozen, fists clenched at her sides, eyes glossy but unreadable.
Then she whispered, "I gave you everything. Everything."
"And I'll fight to fix this," Mira said through broken sobs. "I'll fight them. Burn every clause, every loophole, I'll go to court if I have to—Jerry, you're mine."
Jerry looked away, breathing heavily. "Then prove it."
"I will," Mira promised, rising to her feet, gripping her fiancée's wrist. "But not just with words. I'll destroy anyone who thinks they have a right to you. You're not theirs. You're mine. And no paper can change that."
Jerry looked at her, conflicted. Hurt. But her voice softened, cracked.
"Then go. Fix it."
And with that, Jerry walked past her—straight into the bedroom—slamming the door behind her.
Mira stood in the hallway, shaking… but determined.
She wiped her tears and grabbed the cursed contract off the floor.
"This paper may have stolen your trust," she whispered to the door, "but I'll tear it apart… and take back what's mine."