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was beautiful and flirted with me all of those times at the restaurant.  
    A billionaire dating a lowly chef… it was a preposterous idea after all.  
    I felt a little silly that I had believed such a childish thing.  All through my school days, my mother always teased me for having quite the imagination.  
    What broke my heart and spirit the most, and made me envious of these women, was that all of the ladies were wearing diamonds and the most expensive designer dresses and they got no shortage of attention from Bradley.  
    My little earrings wouldn’t even land on his radar.
    In short, I had no remote chance in showing off my beauty to Bradley when held up to these women.  
    Even the artwork hanging on the walls of his mansion looked nicer than I did in my worn-out waitress outfit.   
    The dinner party started to get more high-spirited as the participants consumed more wine. I was surprised by how much the girls could drink – they must be quite seasoned at it.
    But soon enough, they became quite inebriated.  
    They were playing games and becoming quite rowdy each time I returned to the table with more food.  
    Eventually, each time I came in the room to bring more food for the participants, I noticed articles of clothing were being removed.  
    First, their shoulders were naked.  
    Their silky skins were beautifully exposed. Even I wanted to touch their soft skins.
    Then other parts of them subsequently were revealed.  
    They laughed and chuckled as if they expected this of Bradley and had come for the very purpose of showing him their nudity.  I could tell that Bradley was getting more and more excited as the night wore on.  
    I brought a salad bowl to the table, filled with greens, and some salad plates for the women.  
    He was no longer looking at me as I brought out the food, almost as if I were invisible.  I really started to wish that I were in fact invisible. 
    As I approached the table with the crackers and cheese, I realized the girls were all ridiculously gorgeous, and they had been wearing the sort of dresses that I could only have dreamt of wearing.  These women looked so insanely beautiful, that I felt quite inadequate standing next to them.  
    I knew I didn’t stand a chance against them.  
    As I laid the cracker tray with the rest of the food, I realized the woman to my left was peeling off her blouse right at the table.  Everyone at the table hooted and yelled in response to her flashing her bare chest.  
    At first, I waited for Bradley to get up and leave the table.  
    After all, with the news crews outside, how could he possibly let something like that go on at a dinner table of such a publicized event?  
    I couldn’t imagine that he would ruin his reputation like this.  
    Some of these girls were daughters of rich businessmen that he worked with on a regular basis.  
    Surely, they wouldn’t want their daughters treated like this in Bradley’s mansion.  
    My father would be furious if he knew a potential suitor was being so disrespectful towards me at a party like this.  
    As I brought out more food, I realized Bradley had no intention of leaving the table, nor did he have intention of chastising the girls for exposing their tops in front of the others or acting so uncivilized at such a party.  
    I was caught by complete surprise when I realized they were playing strip poker right at the dinner table.  
    Then it dawned on me.  
    Was this guy really going to pick a wife by eliminating these women using a game of strip poker?  
    Was he going to take the winner to bed with him at the end of the night, seeing as how the girls would all be naked?  
    Or would he take all of them to bed?    
    I don’t want to be here for that.
    I don’t want to witness an orgy on the dinner table.
    “Think of the money, Jasmine,” I whispered under my breath as I brought out another plate. “Think of the money.”
     
     
     

Chapter 11
     

 
     
     
     
    For the next hour, the