Marie came to Chloe’s room with breakfast in a food trolley. Chloe was sitting on the sofa leisurely, wondering about Andrew.
“Mam, how are you?” Marie asked while arranging the breakfast on the table.
Chloe smiled at her. “My ankle is better now,” she answered politely.
“No, I’m not asking about your ankle.”
Chloe narrowed her brows bemusedly and asked, “Then what?”
“Actually, last night I saw you when the boss was kissing the girl.” As Marie mentioned last night’s incident, Chloe recalled the moment, knitting her brows and clenching her fist in anger.
“Andrew is not my boyfriend, so he can sleep with anybody. It doesn’t matter to me.” She composed herself and replied blankly, though deep inside she was badly hurt.
Marie just gave her a nod and walked out of the room.
“It really doesn’t matter to me,” Chloe said to herself now, staring at the mirror with a serious look on her face.
“Now it’s time to have some fun with Mr. Handsome.” She smiled and picked up her phone.
Chloe:
You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you the rent.
She sent him the pick-up line to annoy him and chuckled.
Andrew:
Don’t message me.
Chloe:
Don’t order me.
Why can’t I message you?
It’s a free world, I can message whosoever I want.
Andrew:
You’re so annoying.
Chloe:
Although I’m annoying, you still like me.
Andrew:
How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not my type?
Chloe:
Stop lying.
I know last night you deliberately brought that girl, and she didn’t satisfy you. That’s why you came back to me. Why can’t you accept the fact that you want me?
Andrew:
You’re going to regret very soon for messing up with me, Miss Walker.
Chloe:
I love messing up with a hot and charming guy like you, Mr Handsome.
I’m never going to regret it.
Andrew:
Just wait and watch.
Chloe:
I’m so excited, Mr handsome.
Andrew:
Don’t blame me later on because only you have forced me to show you my real side.
Chloe:
I promise I won’t.
By the way, when are you going to show me your real side?
Andrew:
Very soon.
***
At night, Andrew stepped into Chloe’s room with a devilish smile on his face. She swept her eyes from the laptop to him.
“Hello, Mr. Handsome.” She shut the laptop and stood up, smiling at him.
“There is a surprise for you,” he told her, striding toward her, his lips curving into an evil grin.
“Wow, I love surprises,” she squealed cheerfully.
“But this one, you’re gonna hate it.” He stated in a stern tone, standing in front of her and keeping his deadly glare fixed on her.
“Oh really?” She asked, moving closer to him, accelerating his heartbeat. For a few seconds, he got lost in her intoxicating eyes. He really didn’t understand what magic she did with her eyes.
“It’s time to show you my real side, which is profusely evil. You’re gonna beg for forgiveness, Miss Walker.”
She chuckled. “That will only happen in your dreams.”
His lips stretched into a devilish smile. “Follow me,” he ordered her and turned to walk.
She followed him to the basement.
“Good luck, Miss Walker,” he said evilly before opening the door of the basement.
Her eyes dilated in profound shock as she looked inside. Her Aunt Zia was bound to a chair, unconscious and visibly tortured. Her face was swollen and bruised. Zia was the only person close to Chloe, but she didn’t live with her; she lived in another country.
She lost her temper and slapped Andrew in outrage.
His men, who were also present in the room, instantly pointed their guns at her as she slapped their boss. Andrew gestured for them to put their guns down with a look. She glared at him with pure hatred in her eyes.
“I never thought you would stoop so low,” she yelled at him in anger and rushed to her Aunt, but he stopped her by grasping her hand.
“I’m the Mafia Boss. I’m a devil; I hurt people. I don’t show mercy to anybody. This is my real side. You messed with the wrong person, and now you have to pay for your deeds,” he said darkly.
She glared at him with a sneer on her face. “Just to show me your evilness, you kidnapped my Aunt and tortured her. That’s unbelievable.” She was fuming with extreme anger.
“I warned you that you would regret messing with me.”
“I’ll not come after you. Free my Aunt right now,” she demanded, taking the gun out of Andrew’s pocket and pointing it at him. “Or else, I’ll kill each person here,” she warned him, her eyes filled with rage. His men again raised their guns at her.
“I know you won’t shoot,” Andrew said with full confidence.
An evil smile touched her face. “You know nothing about me.” She pressed the trigger and shot one of his men in the leg, causing everyone to gasp in shock.
“Just free my Aunt,” she shrieked with wrath.