Stella
But now all of that stops. I have nothing to do with this man. This arrogant man does not deserve my attention or anything for that matter. I want to stay away from him as much as possible. And to be fair, it’s not even his fault that he is arrogant. He can be arrogant all he wants, he just cannot be in my life.
I stop my overly analytic thoughts as I should not judge him just because if one sentence he spoke. I should not be this prejudiced towards him. I think I should give him a chance and hear what he has to say.
Sighing, I look him on the eye and just because I am a sarcastic bitch I said to him, “Of course, Mr. Morgan. The younger, grumpier and less pleasant Mr. Morgan, Is that you?” with an overly sweet smile. And, I batted my lashes to wards him just for the dramatics. Did I mention that I could be a classic bitch if I have to be?
“You act like you do not know who I already am? Nor sarcasm neither lying is an adequate virtue Ms. Clarke. You might get in a lot of trouble with either of them.” He said with disdain in his voice.
Oh, so we are talking about being virtuous, are not we? He should not be such a hypocrite, as he him self sleeps around with every being that has a hole. Be it a fucking tree.
I have heard generously about his not so virtuous ways which are portrayed in capital letters in the magazines all the time. He is quite the talk of the town as he is one of most eligible bachelors in the town. He dates all those high society, prim and proper ladies who’s smiles are timely. And, not even a single piece of their hair is out of place ever.
He was also very fierce and powerful business man who does not tolerate any one’s bullshit. He was feared and respected in his business circle and the whole town. I mean any one with money is given that treatment. But, even the other powerful business man feared his wrath. It is to be believed that once any one crosses him, he makes sure that person is destroyed for good. He also has a reputation for being arrogant – and I saw it first hand just right now so, I believe it is true.
Sometimes, I find it difficult to believe all the rumors as Taylor always mentioned him to be this caring and protective boy. Maybe Taylor can not see his son’s faults as he us a father. It is understood, but that does not mean he could barge on here and start throwing tantrums of his own.
I always thought that he will be just like what Taylor pictured him as. I painted him as some knight in the shining armor. I imagined that he would be nothing like the media paints him as, that I will get to see a good side of him. But, I was wrong. Girls like me do not get such treatment from guys like him.
He is not a prince charming who will save me from the evil of the world. He is the evil whom I need to save my self from.
I started fantasizing about him at the time when Taylor mentioned him to me. I used to stalk him like a hawk I am. Well, we can not call it stalking I was just curious kid who digged for any sort of information I can find about this man.
My unruled fantasies of him started to fade over the years as I got busier in my own mess and did not have time to write my own name, much less a crush’s.
I sighed and extended him my hand for shaking, he looked at my eyes then at my hand thoughtfully as if it will hurt him to shake my hand. I mean it would definitely hurt his ego, as he has to shake hands a with a mere peasant.
He took my hand and give it a subtle shake. I tried to ignore the feeling of warmth that spread in my body due to the fact that our hands merely contacted.
I narrow my eyes at him, and before I could stop it I blurted,” Are you not the biggest hypocrite in the universe for talking about being virtuous. As given your own image is not very pleasant Mr. Morgan.”
His lips twitched a little too maybe I imagined it then he replied with annoyance in his voice, “I do not give a damn about your opinions on me. I am here to make a deal.”
“I am not interested in making any sorts of deal with you, you may now get lost of my sight. Have a good day, Mr. Morgan ” I retort back with same annoyance. I got up to take off, I have better things to do than to withstand a rich brats’ tantrums.
He grabbed me by my elbow to stop me from walking. His hand pulling me back with an offensive force.
How dare he!! I turned around and glared at him with death written all over my face.
“I would suggest that you leave my hand the very second Mr. Morgan. Because, if you do not I will have to chop it off to get you off of me. And, no one in the entire world would be surprised at me for defending my self. Leave. My. Hand.” I spit out the threat with underlying tension in my voice. I punctuated each word at the last to make my point loud and clear.
He bored his eyes in mine and dropped my hand only to grab me by shoulders.
“You are reason we are in the mess in the first place so stop acting like you are the victim.” He said. I think he has lost his senses. Why the hell would a normal person talk like this?
“What the hell are you talking about? I do not understand you. You asshole. Are you high or some thing?” There I said it. I called him an asshole to his face. Do not tell me he did not deserve it. He was being a complete jerk. And, by the way he is acting like he is stoned. It’s just the fact that he does not look stoned.
He pushed me into the booth and slide in besides me. His hands were still on my shoulder. What the hell is he up to?
I start to push against him and punching his front. “What the fuck are doing? Let me go, you dickhead.”
“Stop fighting and lower you god damned voice.” He whizzed at me.
My body was shaking with rage but it stopped when he murmured, “Calm down,” in my ears.
I stopped fighting him and searched his eyes. ” What do you want from me?” I murmured back in the same timbre of voice as his.
He stared at me and then pulled him self back from the trance which seemed was to regain control.
Then he demanded, “You have to marry me for a year.”
“What!!”, I shrieked my eyes wide in my face. As I tried to depict what he just uttered.