THE OFFER (PART TWO)
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"Yes, I do. Aren't we supposed to be going to school together, because the last time I checked, we both attended the same school?"
Oh, my God. We attended the same school; do I still have to see his face even in school?
What kind of dumb luck is this?
"So, we will be going to school together; you know your mom wants us to get along with each other."
"I don't want to get along with you. I thought I'd made myself clear from the beginning that I want nothing to do with you; don't you get that at all?"
"You sure talk a lot, Ivy,' he said, coming closer to my ear and whispering seductively. "I'm quite a bad boy, a billionaire, and I would do anything you want. Don't think I missed that look when you were admiring how handsome I was when I separated, you guys."
I pushed him away from me, realizing I nearly fainted in front of him.
"You separating my mom and me from fighting doesn't mean I owe you anything. Back off, Kai. What exactly do you want from me, huh?!'
Kai chuckled. "You don't have to be so loud, Ivy."
"Say it,' I demanded.
"You know exactly what I want from you. I know about your ex-boyfriend, who betrayed you and left, leaving you depressed and heartbroken. Locking yourself up in your room isn't going to bring him back,' he said, getting even closer to me and my face, staring at my lips. "I want you in my bed, Ivy. I will show you the best time of your life and put you in a good mood."
I snarled. "f**k you."
"Really." He grinned, and I got pissed and smacked him hard in the face.
"Don't you ever in your life get close to me again, because I will make you regret living here. I'm not one of those whores; get that into your head, son of a bitch." I shouted and walked through the door, slamming it shut.
Everyone wants to sleep with me; how dare they?
Can't they just keep their thing within their pants? Must they sleep with anyone they come across? What's the deal with them sleeping around?
Anyway, are they crazy? Aren't they ashamed of themselves?
That i***t wants me in his bed; he must be very stupid.
I ran to the road and boarded a taxi. I was tired, and I had to see him; he could help me. I was fed up with staying with Mom and her stupid family.
I gave the taxi the home address of my father's longtime friend, and as soon as he got to the mansion, I jumped down from it and gave him his p*****t.
Opening the gate, the gateman greeted me politely.
I nodded with a smile, and he allowed me in, saying his boss was around.
I walked over to the glass door and opened it.
But, man, it was so thick, and who lives like this with a glass door at the front door?
Won't a thief be able to easily break in?
I looked around the mansion, and the setting was stunning and luxurious. My father
was correct a long time ago; he was indeed filthy loaded.
I stepped inside and shut the door as soon as I could.
When I saw him push a lady against the wall, kissing her roughly, I was taken aback. He was already removing her clothes, and neither of them noticed that I was there with them.
I should have known not to enter a place without knocking; that's if there's a door.
They kept kissing and sucking each other's tongue, and the lady was busy yanking off his white long sleeve shirt when I cleared my throat.
They both stopped and turned towards me, with surprised looks on their faces.
Gérard chuckled, and out of nowhere he packed his hair into a ponytail, took back his black long sleeve on top of the sofa, and wore it.
While the lady was fretting, as she put on her clothes, she glared at me.
Yeah, yeah. I know that look, and besides, I wasn't the one who told you to not lock the door.
Sorry for the interruption.
Slutty b***h. I wish I could say that to her.
What the heck?
"Who is she? She folded her hands on her chest as she sneered at me.
"Don't worry about that. Can you step out, please? I will talk to you later,' Gerard said, and the lady growled at me from head to toe and hissed.
She put on her heels, and then she walked out of the sitting room.
"I'm sorry about that. You didn't have to see that,' he said as he gestured to me to take a seat opposite him.
I was nervous.
But I tried my best not to show it, and I sat down on the sofa.
This is pretty awkward, and I feel like I came here at the wrong time and moment.
Remembering the woman, whom he just kissed on the lips was disgusting and annoying.
How many women has he kissed and slept with like that? I felt this anger within me; it's not my concern who he kisses and sleeps with.
But, I just felt hurt because of what I just saw, and, well, I shouldn't forget, he is quite a playboy too.
I should just be careful of him, and I hope he gives me what I want.
"I'm still sorry; you had to see that and...'
"Don't worry about it. It's normal, and I'm not a child.' I said as I faked a smile.
"Are you sure?'
"Yes, I'm sure,' I nodded.
There was silence for a few seconds; this was getting awkward, and Gérard popped up with a question.
"Alright. So when are you going to start going back to school?"
"Did my mother come here to report me to you?' I furrowed my brows.
"I heard she's getting married again." He shrugged his shoulders.
"You haven't answered my question, Gérard."
"You are quite bold." He laughed. "I love that."
"Gérard." I snapped. He should take this seriously. Why was he trying to get on my nerves? I wasn't in the mood.
"Calm down, little kitten; this isn't your school."
"It doesn't have to be." I trailed off and decided to shut my mouth; getting furious at him wouldn't solve anything.
I should keep calm about the situation; he's not the cause of my problem. "I'm Ivy, not little Kitten."
"You are nearly seventeen, right?"
"How does that matter to what I came here for?" I murmured.
"Where are your results?'' he asked, and I quickly opened my bag and brought out the results.
I'm glad I brought it along with me.
I stretched my hand to give it to him, and he collected it and glanced at the results. After a few seconds, he spoke up. "You are starting the lessons tomorrow, and that should be the moment your school closes. You can come here immediately and let me inform you of what you need.' He said this as he kept looking at the results. "What time is the school closing for the holidays?' he inquired.
"The school will be closed in five weeks and...'
"Really. That's so fast.' He said this as he dropped the results on the table beside him and chuckled.
"Yes,' I replied. "Fast," I said, knowing I got that information from Scarlet before we fought.
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