High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 02

High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 02

In the chat, Jessica kept stirring the pot.

[Breaking news! Alexander has landed. Only two bodyguards with him. Whoever gets me his room number gets another five grand on top!]

I set down my coffee cup and typed quickly.

[I know where he is.]

The group went silent for three full seconds, then exploded.

[Who are you? A new girl? You seriously know?]

Jessica tagged me directly: [Girl, don’t joke around. This bounty isn’t easy money. If you give fake info, your reputation here is done.]

I let out a dry laugh and glanced at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Twenty-eight years old. Clear skin, good looks, successful career. What part of that screamed “frump”?

[What would I gain from lying to you?]

After sending that, I flipped my phone face down on the desk.

If you’re so determined to bag my husband, the least I can do as Mrs. Harrington is charge a little admission fee.

[I’ll pay fifteen grand to whoever gets me Alexander’s room number tonight.]

Jessica’s final message came through, oozing with reckless determination.

I picked up my phone again and opened the chat with the man himself, untouched in three months.

[Alexander, which hotel are you at in Palmetto Key?]

I didn’t expect an instant reply.

Alexander was like a block of ice that never thawed, and his private cell phone might as well be a brick to him.

I returned to the socialite group.

Jessica had just uploaded a massive PDF file called The Complete Guide to Bagging Alexander Harrington.

Curious, I opened it. The very first line nearly made me spit out my drink.

[Alexander, male, 31 years old, 6’2″, 165 lbs. Personality: antisocial. Suspected sexual apathy.]

Suspected sexual apathy?

An image surfaced unbidden: our wedding night, when he’d pinned me against the headboard, his eyes blazing with barely contained fire. He hadn’t looked apathetic at all.

Even though we’d drifted apart over the years because of our businesses, I still remembered how wild he was that night.

[Ladies, check page three. Key point! Alexander likes the innocent type. White dresses, no makeup, a fragile, wounded look in her eyes.]

Jessica directed the operation from on high.

[Got it! Going to buy a white dress. A see-through one. Subtle seduction is hottest.]

[Girl, are you trying to seduce him or sell yourself? A man at Alexander’s level has seen it all. You need class, get it?]

I watched these so-called “socialites” bicker like fishwives and felt nothing but disgust.

Alexander liked the innocent type?

No. He clearly liked it best when I showed up in my power suits, talking business with a cold expression.

Last time I went to discuss a contract, his eyes got darker and darker until he finally grabbed my waist and growled, “Wear this tonight, alright?”