Billionaire's Desire✔

Chapter - 8

Chapter -8

Everything about him was a bad idea!

Angelina

I slowly walk to the main door of the big mansion after a man dressed in black open the car door for me. After having my schudled coffee with my new friend, I went home to do some change before hopping back on the car to his mansion.

I remember dancing all the way to hus bedroom just four years ago. It seemed yesterday to me. Now my emotions are different and uncomparable. That time I ran as I was aching to see him and have him and now I am not aching to see him but to know what he is doing with that woman. I want to know about her. Why did he chose her after me?

I deny the part where I really I want to see him.

"Mam, please seat yourself, Mr. Ellsworth wil be here soon." His man say before leaving me all to myself.

I look around to find there has been no change in the paint of the wall or the painting. Even the placement of furniture is same. Not an inch.

I remember because I placed them and ordered him to not change it without permission.

I laugh as I hear myself saying that I was marring after college. How stupid of me!

Standing up, my make my way to the painting he and I bought on the art show that he was hell bent on attending. I didn't like that but later he compensated it well. With the good and hot..

I close my eyes and exhale the sudden outbreak. Coming here is a bad idea. Really, really bad.

I reach to the table take my bag and run out. But before I could cross the door, I am summoned by his husky voice.

"Angelina. "

I turn around and look at him in the eye. And then little down. He is wearing a white button down shirt with three buttons open revealing the little of his chest hair. Half shaven. His hair messed up and I know why.

Just a little more down I find blue denim with the shirt carelessly tucked in. And I resist to go down more and look back up where I started.

Shit.

He has caught me do that and his smile reveal the amusement in his eyes. He walk down the stairs, very subtle and slowly. It is really hard and torturous.

I walk to the sofa again and seat myself to avoid giving him anymore chance to muse himself.

He come and sit just across me with putting his one arm on the handle if the chair and other one on his thigh open. His stature wide bit relax. He just stare me and run his hand over his hair messing it more up. And I like it. While I? I dint know what I am doing. Hope not making fool of myself.

I clear my throat and he still just stare me and say nothing. Maybe I am incapable ti read the meaning behind the stare and a light smile.

I remember how angry I had acted to him for these years when he followed and now? What's happening to me. Am I playing the game he put me in.

No way I will break.

I look down and take out the files and design and say, " So I have half an hour to explain you all the details. I would be very happy if you will be quick in your decision. A yes or a no or amend. I- "

"Yes. " He say cutting me off.

I look up at him frowning and he reapeat, "It's yes. "

Dumbfounded, I just shake my head.

"So you mean I don't need to explain all of these? " I motion to all the designs.

"You can if you want. " He say nonchalantly.

"Okay. " i say but struggle between two mindset.

One Where I say 'I guess I am good to go then. ' And second where I say, 'I will. ' And I know the first one would have been my reply if he had been persuasive.

So I quak, "I will explain. For no further issues. " somehow I try to make up it just that and nothing else. Not particularly to him but mostly to myself.

" Oh there wouldn't be any. " He say and I stop mid way speeding the sheets.

I gulp and without thinking wrap the sheets again and rolling then put it in the holder. He wants me out. And I am out. I carelessly stuff the file back.

" Okay. " I hear him scoff and sing to me. I don't look up for a smirk plastered on his bloody face. And I really made the fool of myself.

What am I doing?

"So what would you like to have?" He ask as I stand up.

I close my eyes to control the anger. It's irritating me. I am irritating myself.

"No, thanks. " I say.

"Well I got us a champagne here. Have some. " He say coming up to me ans standing inches away.

I avoid to look at his chest and concentrate on his eyes.

"What are you celebrating?" I scoff at him. He doesn't say a thing.

"You and your slutty girlfriends reunion?"

Now he laugh for a millisecond and stop. "No. " He say plainly.

"Oh then what? " i challenge him.

"I am celebrating your happiness. " He chortle.

What?

"Yes. You must be happy not being chased and asked for. That was too exhausting for you. Right?" He taunt and shake his head before reaching to the cabinet and taking out the champagne.

He open it while I watch his back working. I shoukd be kicking him but I don't know what's stopping me.

"Here. " He pass me glass slightly shaking it.

I think against it but take anyway. I shouldn't drink, my mind say but I ignore it.

"Yes I am happy. Finally you will look over that-"

"Slutty girlfriend of mine?" He complete me and it embarrass me.

"She reminds me of someone. " She chant as a minute go by. I had just sipped a little twice.

"Who?"

"You. Old you. "

My mouth open wide and look at him in surprise.

"So you are implying I am a slut? " i yell at him.

He move his eyes and tease me, "Am I? I don't remember doing that. It's you who had been calling her that. "

I take a deep breath due to the lack of comeback.

"Alright. You think I am anything like her but I am not. I don't want you around unlike her who licks your ass to go up on you to have all the expensive gifts and that suffocating and stupid charm of yours. I don't. So never ever compare me with any of those w***e you get to bed from your club and exquisite visted." I realise I have gone out of breath and my body is trembling in anger.

"Busted!" He shook his head and cone up to me.

"That's how I met you. Strange isn't it?" He say and a smirk plaster on his face.

And I am lost of all. He just insulted me. Am I really a slut to have gone up to his private floor? I really met him him like that. I made him kiss me. I went to his office and we..

I am.. I am..

My body is shivering and I know I am breaking. I shouldn't. I blink a lot to save it and I fail so I reach to my bag and after placing the glass on the table I grip the holder and bag to pass that hotness. I clutch it hard and run towards the exit.

I am stopped with a hand in my wrist pulling me.

"Let me go. Leave me. " I yell at him as I throw my bag and fight him to leave my wrist. I try to slip my finger on his hold to pull it off me but the grip git tighter so I stupidly began to pinch him. He doesn't flinch.

I struggle some more then tey to hammer his hand and burst out crying out loud at it. My own voice embarrassed me but I couldn't stop it.

I cover my face and just stand there looking at my wrist through the slit of my hand.

It is insulting me and I want to run away like anything. I breathe when he leave my hand and after a millisecond i struggle fir it again.

As he leave my hand, he reach fir my waist and pull me into him. I palm his chest to stop him to inch anymore close.

"Don't insult me like this. " i try to be strong but it come out as a muffled sobs. I look away and don't move to find the lacking strength to push him away.

"I am not insulting you. I didn't mean it. " He say softly. The edge is no where in them. Just the softness I needed. And this give me the strength and I begin to fight him.

"Let go off me. " I manage.

"I won't. " He push me to the wall and cage me. I hear my racing heart.

"You are insulting me. What do you want to prove? That I am really your slut. " I hiss at him looking at his eyes.

His face has softened and eyes seemed hurt. I glare him more and he just inch close and I close my eyes letting it come.

I don't feel it on top of my lip but my head and that break me some more. My breath rash and I am still waiting for more of him that will insult me and not place a caring peck on my head. But it doesn't happen.

I slowly open my eyes and look at him. He is just staring me with the calm and soft eyes. I am still caged between his chest and the wall.

I look down.

"I am sorry. " He say it very clear yet soft.

I look at him back.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean it. " He say again this time eyes boring into me to make me believe it.

I nod just to stop him from staring me like that just an inch apart.

"I won't deny I thought like that but not anymore. I respect you. I love you And so I get the liberty to even insult you just as I like. " He say dangerously.

"Just like you took the liberty to slap me and push me all the time that you did. " He add.

"So you are taking revenge from me?" I say but it doesn't come out so strong.

"Not yet. Just like you call me things you like I thought I would return the favor and see? You are crying. " He point out and again I want to hit him and kick him.

"You are an asshole. " I say as I punch him one after the other and he still palm the wall to avoid my escape.

"I should have known better. Coming here was a bad idea. " I say as I puch him.

He hold my hand and pin it to the wall and whisper, "No going away from me is the bad idea. "

He leave my hand and step back but now his gaze holding me as a prison.

"You are f*****g bastard! " I run up to him again deciding to kick his stomach rather than his chest or maybe go down little below and kick the soft corner that trobs him. And again I know, it is a bad idea!

"You are toxic. You are dangerous. What do you think of yourself? you can not play any kind of game you want. " I throw him punch but he hold my hand again and ask me to stop but I go on cursing him far and far.

"You f*****g w***e! You brought that woman to your office and call me slut. I unlike you had been with only few men. But you f*****g asshole you had an affair while you were with me. You fuckin.....bas..you.."

When he Couldn't take more he cover my mouth dangerously bringing his face closer to me and his determined eyes do it's work and I finally stop from my madness.

"Shush, Shush my fierce little cat! " He Coe at me even after it and smile.

"You know how I hate to return the favour. To you." I stop dead and just stare him. I know exactly how he returns it and I don't want him to.

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