He is a Nymphomaniac.

Rhehan was sitting on the couch resting his head at its back. His gloomy eyes were starring constantly at the window in front of him. He was holding his usual wine glass in his hand sipping every now and then. The beautiful scenery outside could do nothing to cheer up his mood, as if he was oblivious to his surroundings.

Rhehan ordered his second wine and took out his phone to message Cheryl....

"Don't tell anything about our contract to Rose, your money will be deposited in your account within a few minutes.You don't have to do anything else".

"Ok" came an instant reply from Cheryl.

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Cheryl who was in the gym, suddenly took a halt from the the treadmill to check the message. She was ecstatic to read Rhehan's message. She did not want to sound so desperate so she replied with a simple "Ok".

Does this mean that she will not back-bitch about Rhehan now? Rhehan was making sure that Cheryl does not spill the beans, causing a tiff between him amd Rose.

"Ok! I will not tell her anything, but what if somebody else tells her?" she said to herself grinning.

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The Penthouse.

Rose was sitting lazily on her bed watching the news. Not a single TV channel had covered her malfunction but the news of sudden fall in shares of Loraine International was all over the news. The supposed reason was that they had offended somebody from Excel Corporations, thus loosing the trust of all its investors.

Rose was pretty surprised at the series of events happening after Rhehan's declaration.

Wow! people do take his every word seriously. The media and every single person present at the event, did not dare to blurt out the incident to anybody. He is some guy!

Rose had to now plan to seek Rhehan's attention. What should I do? Get myself kidnapped? Maybe fake a heart attack! No! he will get to know I am faking it. Rose then remembered one incident when she had locked the car keys, cell phone and wallet inside the car and was stranded on a lonely road. Though, she was not even scared and she broke the glass of the car in two minutes.

But what if any other girl was in her place? It surely sounds genuine, she thought to herself.