Chapter 75
I stood before the mirror, my reflection staring at me as I stared with disgust at the clothes and my hair.
The dress which was golden in color, v-neck, and a slant to the shoulders was appalling but I can’t fathom why I detest its language, it makes me sad.
Perhaps this dress was forced on me to cause someone sorrow, but I can’t tell if my instinct was right or not.
A few minutes later, the door to my room was pushed open aggressively without a knock, and without turning to behold the person, I already knew it was Alex.
“The chauffeur is waiting for you. Hurry and get out.” His voice was loud.
I nipped my neck to his side, and stared with a serene expression, without uttering a word, I walked out of my room while his gaze roamed over my entire body.
Getting outside, the chauffeur was waiting, he bowed before opening the back door for me to get in.
A sigh of relief escaped from my lips as soon as the door shut softly and the chauffeur slid inside the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
I tilted my head to the window, immersed in a deep thought. It was oblivious to me the chauffeur was watching me, when I felt their gaze over me, I had to look straight into the mirror to catch his stare.
Our eyes met, and he quickly darted his gaze to his front, swerved and the tire screeched.
He almost hit someone.
Jeez, my soul almost jumped out of my throat. “You should focus on your driving or else I tell him.” My voice was above a whisper, laced with disgust and frustration.
The thought of thinking about my life must have hit me so hard that I didn’t have my emotions in check.
“I’m sorry ma,” he apologized.
I rolled my eyes away from him and refused to answer him.
Was this rude of me? I asked my instinct, but I doubted.
Soon the car pulled up by a restaurant, the chauffeur got down to open the door for me.
As soon as my legs stepped on the ground, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, earlier on. I was just in an aggravated mood,” there appeared a look of awe in his angular voice before he could draw out of his awe, I stomped past him.
Getting into the restaurant, it was empty except for a table where a man was lonely seated.
Resounding footsteps surged into the air, and my gaze darted towards the direction, of a chef.
“Welcome Miss Arnold to our Delight Restaurant. Please come with me to this table.” The chef spoke in a soft masculine tone, his body shuddering as if he was scared.
Though the air was tensed and laced with fear, it never occurred to me that the lonely man at that extreme was the cause of it.
I sat in his front, where my lips parted for some words, he was quick to speak. “You’re late, Angie.” He growled in a distasteful tone, and I felt a pang of guilt smearing through my mind.
“I’m sorry…” I didn’t realize when the words had slipped out of my mouth.
“I don’t take sorry. Next time you arrive late, it’d be me inside of you in a rough manner.”
Inside of me? My brows scrunched as I tried to digest his words.
“Inside of me…”
“Eat.” He ordered as the chef placed some food on the table in front.
I stared at him in disgust and disbelief. Like he wouldn’t even ask me what I want to eat?
He just placed the order himself? What if I’m allergic to whatever he ordered?
I was going to be challenged on that aspect, but some part of me warned me to let go that it might be a trap from him to me, to get me irked and step on his tail.
Nah! I couldn’t bear the brunt cause the food wouldn’t pass through my throat if I did not say it out.
“You ordered food without my consent? You lack human feelings, not empathetic, should I add callous?” I raised my brow at him. He was eating and watching me. “What kind of man are you? Inconsiderate what if I’m allergic to the food you’ve ordered?”
“You think you’re that important? You should be grateful you’re here and not in my bed.” He winked. “And I’m callous, inconsiderate, not empathetic, human feelings? I kill and enjoy when people mourn. Just like how I killed your father Arnold and watch you all mourn in agony. Do you like it? Do you also want me to kill your brothers so you can know who I am properly?”
His last words sounded more like a threat.
“Threatening me?” I asked and gulped down some spit down the back of my throat.
“Eat, Angie.” He growled.
I dropped the cutlery and looked up at his face with annoyance written on my face. “You don’t order me around like I’m your pet. And who is Angie? That’s annoying. My name is not Angie, I’m Mimi.” I said.
“If you don’t eat I’m going to fuck you on this table, trust me you wouldn’t want to be fuck in an open place like this.”
“I won’t eat.”
“Not joking, and no going back on my words.” He seethed and his eyes which were filled with hunger glided to my exposed cleavage.
I didn’t pick up my cutlery, I was adamant and stared into his eyes angrily.
Maybe, I also wanted to have a taste of his duck cause he was charming, alluring, and a beautiful temptation.
“Who wouldn’t want to try out some new fun? Do you think I’d be scared of your words? I know you’re just blu…”
My words were cut off by the sudden push of the table between us to the left-hand side.
I gawked as he lifted my legs above my shoulders, his other hands roughly placed on my woman.
I flinched due to the proximity between our bodies and the warmth of his touch on my Pussy.
“What?” A sly smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “You just gonna stare and not fuck me as you’ve said a while back?”
I was amazed at the level of my confidence. I didn’t know why I was spewing rubbish.
Daring him.
His stare and my mouth parted when I felt a cold thing slipping into my woman. Was he going to fuck me?