What if I don’t?”
Damian’s eyes twitch as he hears that. Those sentence triggers him so much that make him almost burst out. No one ever dared to challenge him back.
“What if you don’t… you ask?” he moves toward her slowly, every step he takes screams danger.
Melody gulps, trying not to tremble under that intimidating gaze. He standing in front of her, his tall, huge and bulky body towering over her petite and short frame. She never felt this small before.
“Well, I-I just asking. If you can speak like that to me then I-I can also,” she speaks bravely but her stammer betrays her.
“You got a mouth, don’t you, little one?” Damian crosses his muscular arms. His gazes fixed on her, “You know… the last person that dared to speak to me like this ended up dead.”
“D-D-Death?” her eyes widen in surprise.
“Yes. Death. Do you know what I did to them?” he smirks slightly.
“You give them your scary gazes and scare them away with your huge figure?” she blinks her eyes.
Damian lets out a low chuckle, “Oh my, are you living full of unicorns and rainbows, little one?”
“N-Not really…”
“I did more than that, girl. Do I have to describe to you what I did?” he arches his eyebrows.
“N-No, I think it’s fine,” she clears her throat. “I-I got to go, anyway…”
“So fast? Didn’t Victor tell you to stay here?” seeing her trying to run makes Damian amuse.
“I-I have to buy some stuff…” Melody rubbed her sweaty palms and hands on her hoodie. Not even realise how nervous she in right now.
He steps closer to her, “Really? Are you okay? You look sweaty there.”
Just hearing his teasing tone makes Melody annoyed. She looks up at him, “I’m not. It’s just hot. Your office is hot. Is there no air-conditioner here?”
She fanned herself, giving out excuses. Meanwhile, his office is cold with an air-conditioner on the ceiling that could make them shiver. Damian arches his eyebrows as she says that.
The cold wind blew on top of them gently.
“I believe my office is cold, little one. Are you giving excuses?” Damian asks laced with amusement.
“I’m not. You have to service your air-conditioner, sir,” Melody huffs, looking everywhere but him.
She can’t meet his eyes. Once she meets his eyes, she will sweat like crazy and everything will change into panic mode. She glances at her watch, and realise that she has to go buy beer.
Melody steps away from him, “I got to go. I got work to do.”
She awkwardly looks at him waiting for him to say something. But when he didn’t say anything and just looked at her with that cold gaze. Something about that gaze that she can’t describe.
“So… bye!”
She ran out and shut the door closed. Damian who saw it just smirks. Well, it was the first time he felt mixed emotions of irritation and amusement.
He went back to his desk and sat. He gets back to his paper works but before that, he looks at the air-conditioner on the ceiling. Damian keeps staring at it. Then, he pushed the button to call his assistant.
“Yes, sir?” a woman’s voice answers.
“I want you to call the air-conditioner service. Now,” he demands.
“Right away, sir,”
Melody put down the last dish on the table. She looks up at the clock on the wall. It shows that it is already 8 pm.
“Is everything done?” Frank came into the kitchen.
“Yes…” Melody nods. She wipes her hands on the apron that is tied around her waist.
“Good. Go to your room. Don’t even think to come out,” Frank firmly speaks. He doesn’t want this girl to ruin anything and destroy his image.
“I wouldn’t…” she looks down, gripping on her hoodie.
Frank sits on the chair ignoring her after giving some warning. As she noticed her stepfather didn’t say anything, she decided to leave.
She is about to step out of the kitchen but bumps into Teresa. The girl wearing a tight red dress, hugging her curves and showing off her sexy chest.
“Gosh, don’t you have eyes?” Teresa grunts, pushing her away. She taps her dress as if Melody giving her dirt by bumps on her.
“I’m sorry…” Melody apologized.
Teresa huffs. She flips her hair behind her shoulder, “Can you bring your annoying existence out of here? It giving me an eyesore.”
“Well, who told you to look at me then?” she blurts out.
“You keep appearing in my sight, how can I not look at you?” Teresa crossed her arms, glaring at her.
“I must look pretty that makes you can’t take your eyes off me,” Melody mumbles.
“Poor you. You must be delusional about that. Wearing hoodie all the time-you called that pretty?” she laughs.
Melody pouts, “Unlike you, wearing some slutty dress.”
Her laughs stopped as she heard that sentence. Teresa looks at her with stunned and anger. “What did you-”
“Teresa. Enough,” Frank firmly speaks.
His daughter poked her inner cheeks with her tongue, feeling annoyed. She stomps to the dining table.
Melody shrugs her shoulder. She just telling the truth. Without saying anything, she went upstairs. She is about to reach her bedroom but her steps halt. Melody looks down to see she still wearing the apron.
“Ah, gosh. I forgot to put this away,” Melody went back downstairs.
She was about to step into the kitchen.
“Dad, are you sure he wouldn’t notice it?” Teresa questioned.
Her steps halt.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure Mr. Angelo wouldn’t notice it,” Frank chuckles.
Mr. Angelo? Melody frowns to hear that name. Is he talking about Damian? She stays behind the wall to hear the conversation.
“Why do you agree to this marriage anyway, Dad?” Teresa sounds frustrated.
“Don’t you want a guy like him?” he arches his eyebrows.
“Well… I do but…” Teresa sighs and leans on the chair. “He’s kind of scary and always with that grumpy face.”
“I mean he’s hot, sexy and well built but I don’t want any strings attached like married. It’s annoying,” she continues.
Frank rolls his eyes, “It’s just an arranged marriage, sweetie. I just want you to seduce him and make him let down his guard. That’s when I take action.”
Melody who heard their conversation wanted to yell ‘Are you an idiot?’ to them. How can they be so brave in doing this to that scary guy?
“So, are you telling me you want to stab him on his back?” Teresa smirks.
“I am. Come on, that guy is so powerful and has everything. If we got what he had, we will become even more powerful,” Frank explains.
That sounds like a plan for them. Melody tapped her chin, thinking of something. So, they want to trap Damian in this marriage. If she helps him, maybe she can ask for something from that scary guy.
Melody smiled and went upstairs.
Teresa crossed her arms, “Fine. I do this because I want to have sex with him.”
“Suit yourself, dear,”
A guard came, “Sir, they already arrived. Should I escort them to the dining room now?”
Frank smirks when he hears that. He fixes his appearance. Teresa brushed her silky hair, ready to face this man.
“Bring him in,”
The guards nodded and went back outside. After a while, the dining room slides open revealing Damian with a white button-up shirt black pants and a coat hanging on his shoulder.
Matthew and Victor dress smartly behind him, following him. Their expression is nothing but emotionless along with Damian. Their presence is enough to make Teresa bite her lips.
“Welcome, Mr. Angelo.”