“Wow, I’m lying on his bed. It feels so good. I can smell his fragrance from this mattress.” She inhaled his scent from the bed sheet, her eyes closed and her lips drawn up in a satisfied smile.
At that moment, Maid Marie stepped into the room to clean Andrew’s room and her mouth parted in surprise at Chloe. She was utterly astonished to see a girl in her boss’s room for the first time.
She assumed, “You must be special to the boss.”
Chloe opened her eyes and narrowed her brows bemusedly. “What?”
“Boss has never brought a girl into his room before. In fact, no one is allowed to come to his room,” Marie told her, and Chloe made an ‘O’ with her mouth.
“Anyway, who are you? If nobody is allowed in his room, then what are you doing here?” She asked suspiciously.
“I’m Marie, an old maid of this mansion, and only Mike Sir and I have permission to come here.”
“Oh. So, could you tell me about your boss? Why is he so rude, and what does he do? I assumed he was the owner of the clubs, but when I saw him loading weapons into the truck last night, I became confused and curious.” Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she inquired.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t tell you anything.” As Marie told Chloe, she pouted disappointedly. “But I want to tell you one thing about Boss: he’s not what he shows to the world.”
“You mean he’s not the owner of clubs, he is…”
“No, no,” Marie shook her head, cutting her off. “I mean, he shows the world that he is heartless, evil, ruthless, but he’s not like that.”
Chloe made an ‘O’ with her mouth, and before she could ask something more, Andrew stepped into the room.
He glared at Chloe, who gave him a mischievous wink. He shook his head and moved his gaze to Marie. “Marie, take the garbage out of my room,” he ordered, pointing his finger at Chloe, and then turned to go to the washroom.
She frowned and retorted, climbing down from the bed. “I’m not garbage, aaa…” As she stood up, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle, plopped back on the bed, and a scream escaped her mouth.
Hearing her scream, Andrew became anxious and hastily turned around to see her, his intense eyes filled with concern. Marie noticed his expression.
Chloe scowled at him. “Don’t dare to call me garbage again, Mr. Anderson,” she warned, waggling her finger at him. She tried to stand up again, but Marie stopped her by holding her hand.
“And you don’t dare to come back to my room again,” he instructed her in a stern tone, and she rolled her eyes.
“Marie, I’m going to the washroom, and when I come out, she shouldn’t be here,” he ordered Marie and stormed to the washroom after glancing at Chloe in anger.
“He called me garbage, how dare he?” she muttered in frustration and anger.
Marie helped her stand up, and she hissed in pain. Andrew was watching all this from the washroom; he wanted to go and scoop her into his arms, but his ego was most important to him.
***
“Now you must have realized how special I am to him?” She asked sarcastically to Marie when she laid her down on the bed in her room.
“You’re special to him, Madam. I have seen concern for you in his eyes. As I said before, he’s not what he shows to the world. Take care, Madam.” Marie said politely before leaving the room.
“Am I really special to him?” Chloe questioned herself, staring at the walls. “Marie is right that he doesn’t show his real feelings because he cares for me, but he never admits it. For the first time, someone genuinely cares for me, and he won’t accept it.” She became upset.
“If he weren’t so hot and handsome, I wouldn’t be staying with this rude man,” she murmured to herself.
***
She was sitting on the bed and working on her laptop when she heard Andrew’s voice from outside. “Oh, Rosie, finally you’re here. I’m so frustrated with an annoying girl who is living in this mansion.” She fumed in anger and shut the laptop.
She stood up, putting all the pain aside, and rushed outside. She felt a sharp pang of envy as she saw Andrew kissing a hot girl in a clinging grey dress, pinning her against the wall outside of her room. He looked at Chloe through the corner of his eyes and smirked. He was deliberately kissing the girl outside her room to show Chloe the type of girl he liked. Her eyes filled with rage fixed on them, and her knuckles turned white as she clenched her hands.
He broke the kiss and stated, glueing his eyes on Chloe. “This is my taste, this is something I like, and you’re not even close to her.”
She sighed deeply to control her anger. “Really? Ugh, you literally have very low standards, Mr. Handsome,” she said, staring at the girl in disgust. She moved her eyes back to him and added, “But don’t worry, I’ll upgrade your standards.”
He rolled his eyes. “Rosie, let’s go somewhere in private.” He grasped Rosie’s arm and led her to the guest room. Chloe didn’t want to, but she followed them. She didn’t understand why she was feeling like someone was squeezing her chest.
His lips stretched into a devilish grin as he glanced at Chloe coming towards the guest room. He closed the door and turned around.
Today, he also felt disgusted to spend the night with a girl. As she was undressing, Chloe’s perfect body kept coming to his mind. He became angry, wondering why he was thinking about her.
“No, I don’t feel anything for her.” He muttered in anger, opening the button of his black trousers before harshly pushing the girl onto the sofa.
“On all fours now.” He ordered her in a cold tone, pulling down his trousers and boxers before climbing on the sofa behind her.
When Chloe’s face came to his mind again, he groaned in frustration and roughly plunged into the girl, grasping her wrists behind her back. The girl’s cries echoed through the room.
A lone tear escaped from Chloe’s cheek mechanically when she heard their moans and groans from inside the room. She dashed to her room, her chest heavy with pain. Marie watched her, feeling sad for her.
Andrew was fucking the girl in frustration and anger, grasping her hair and binding her hands with his tie behind her back, because Chloe’s face kept coming to his mind, and he couldn’t understand why. Today, sex was not lessening his anger; rather, he was becoming more frustrated. He wanted relief. He was fit to be tied because he was not getting relief.
“You care for me, and the truth is not going to change if you show your anger.” Her words echoed in his ear continuously, raising his anger.
“I don’t care for her, I don’t care about anybody.” He roared with outrage and pushed the girl to the floor after untying her wrists.
“Get lost, you’re good for nothing.” He snarled at her, pulling up his trousers and closing the button.
As the girl left, he shut the door. He clenched his fists and hit the wall. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about her? Why am I feeling so frustrated? Why didn’t I get relief after ducking the girl too? What is happening to me?” He shouted and pummeled the wall in uncontrollable anger. Blood was oozing from his knuckles, but he didn’t stop.
“This girl, this fucking badass girl is trouble! She’s not here, but she’s still in my mind. Oh, God!” He shrieked, clenching his hair, going insane. He was losing his mind as he couldn’t understand what was happening to him.