Forcing The Billionaire

Chapter 6

Invited

“You don’t have to do this. I told you, I can still drive,” I cross my arm over my chest and irritatingly look outside the window of his car.

It took us a good half an hour before he finally forces me to step into his drive.

“What’s your exact address?” he asks, ignoring my rants.

From my few interactions with him, I should not be surprised if he ignores my opinion. He always does that whenever I whine. He is so full of himself and he does not care about the opinion of other people. I hate it when I am not being heard. In short, I hate him!

I shift in my seat and move my body sideways to completely face the window on my right. He insisted on giving me a ride even though I refused and he won’t listen to me? Then fine, I won’t listen to him either.

“Guess where I’m living…” I whisper to myself in a sing-song tone. I smirk. Just imagining his thick brows in a straight line and looking pissed because of me will definitely satisfy my day.

However, the smirk on my face vanished when I felt his presence behind me. His warm breath brushes against my nape. My back instinctively straightens due to the contact.

“You’re still not in your seatbelt,” he whispers.

His arm stretches on my side. If someone will see us, they will think he’s giving me a back hug.

My eyes blink uncontrollably. I bite my lower lip and did not dare to move while he fix the seatbelt for me. He leans closer to secure my belt. Aside from his manly perfume, I also smell his mint shampoo.

“All good,” he comments after fixing my seatbelt.

“W-What about my car?” I gulp and shifts in my seat.

Why the hell did I stutter?!

I silently clear my throat to compose myself. I straighten my back and cross my arms over my chest and face him. “I swear if something happened to my car—”

“I’ll tell the security personnel to secure your car.”

Oh, right! I almost forgot they own the goddamn mall!

“Then what do you want me to do? Walk back here in the mall to pick up my drive?” I sarcastically reply.

I need my car! I look down at my bandaged foot covered with his big running shoes. “Ugh!” I hiss when I realize he already started the engine of his car. He really doesn’t know how to listen, e?

“You know what, I always see your family in every social gathering. They are very humble, and I do not think they don’t consider the opinion of other people…” My irritation rises as he drives smoothly out of the parking area, once again ignoring my sentiments.

Ugh! How I hate this man!

“So, I’m just wondering… where did you get that attitude? You’re far from being a Frantz.”

My annoyance is completely taking over me and I know I won’t stop myself from throwing unfiltered statements.

“Your family is humble and very kind, unlike you.”

I felt a rush of satisfaction in my system when I notice how his grip tightens behind the steering wheel. The veins in his arm protruded and his jaw clenches. However, my satisfaction was quickly replaced by a loud thumping of my heart when he decided to step on the gas. A cuss slips from my lips and my hand clutches on my seatbelt.

“Holy grail!”

I look at him aggressively. Throwing a death glare at him won’t work because before I can do it, he smoothly maneuvers the car to the right, making me almost throw from my seat. Good thing I have my seatbelt on!

“Slow down, Hyko!” I shout.

He did what I said but it is still too fast for me! I am not a scaredy cat when it comes to fast cars. But we are not on the main road. We are in the skyway! What if he lost control and our car will jump straight out of this high bridge? Oh my gosh!

“Please, slow down. Please…” I cover my face with my palms and curl myself onto the seat. I couldn’t dare watch the outside fade from my sight due to his speed!

Just when I thought he is going to ignore me like he always does, unbelievably, I felt the smooth transition of his car as he slows down. I peak in between my fingers to see if he is still moving fast.

“Tell me your address or I’ll take you home. Your choice.”

I am still in the middle of processing what just happened. When I manage to bring back my composed self, I frowned. I sit properly in his seat and glared at him.

I am already ready to spit fire but he quickly cut me. “Don’t make me step on the gas.”

One sentence from him and he managed to tame the f*ck out of me. I hate him! I hate it when someone takes control of me. I never submit to anyone. Not even to my parents. And this guy beside me is now completely getting on my nerves!

I bite my lower lip to stop myself from ranting—afraid that he might do what he said.

“7189 Bridgeton Executive Village.”

I made sure I utter every syllable in a low voice yet harsh manner. Throughout the drive, I did not let go of my eyes from him. If I can’t shout at his face, I better kill him with my glares.

What annoys me the most is we arrived in front of our mansion without him taking a glance at me. How dare he ignore my presence after what he did?!

“We’re here,” he announces.

I know, jerka*s!

I look outside to ensure that we are indeed in front of our mansion. I look back at him and saw him unbuckling his seatbelt. Since I am born a b*tch, I decided to do something I am itching to do since he forces me to get in his car.

With my clench first, I give him my strongest, full of anger, and forceful punch. “HIIYAAAHH!” I scream. My punch hit his right upper arm. I feel like the bones in my finger crush as they hit his toned arm. However, embarrassment crawls inside of me when I notice that he did not even budge.

He looks at me with his arch brow. His eyes drop on my fist still kissing his shoulder and back to my face.

To save face, I put down my arm and narrow my eyes at him.

“W-What the h-hell were y-you doing?! Do you want us to get killed?!” I shout. Oh, lord, I never felt this embarrassed ever since!

I do not care if one of our maids hears us from outside. My heart keeps beating in a fast-paced. I am not sure if it is because I am still nervous from that car-race-like drive or because I am deeply embarrassed by my actions or maybe because I am still annoyed by what he said to me an hour ago.

“You’re too loud,” he complains. But he doesn’t sound like he’s complaining. He said it so casually that it made me feel more ashamed of my actions.

“OH REALLY? I AM? ALRIGHT, LET ME SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS TO ANNOY THE SH*T OUT OF Y—”

I was caught off guard and froze in my seat. Hyko is already on top of me, pinning me on my seat and covering my mouth. His face is too close that I can’t look straight into his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt afraid… not because of what he is doing, but because he might hear the crying of my heart, begging me to let it out from my chest.

“I hate noisy girls.”

Even though I know I am at a disadvantage, I still narrow my eyes at him. His hand is still on my mouth, preventing me from shouting. Although I have no plans of screaming, I did not dare remove his hand from my lips, afraid of the contact I might feel if our skin touches.

He looks at me intently. Our eyes lock. This is the first time we made it this close to each other.

Behind his thick eyeglasses is a hawk-liked pair of jet-black eyes. If I will continue staring at him, I might catch myself in an abyss.

It took me a second before I realize he already released me and stepped out of his car. I watch him as he coolly walks towards my door, ignoring the stares of Emy who’s standing on our double doors with her jaw dropped and mouth open.

I am still curling on his passenger seat when he opened the door for me. It took me a good 5 seconds before I annoyingly remove my seatbelt and harshly step out of his car.

He irritatingly looks at me. What? Is he mad because I almost throw his seatbelt away from me? Tss! I can pay him if ever I damage his car (which he obviously doesn’t need.)

Before I can speak, I felt a pain in my ankle. F*ck, I’m still injured. My harsh way of stepping out of his car makes me remember what happened in their mall.

“Not me, I believe in you.”

The side of my lips rose for a grin but not because I found it humorous.

“You make it like you’re so sure it wasn’t me.”

“I am sure.”

A burst of hoarse laughter escapes from my lips. My head even fell back due to the thought that crosses my mind.

“Why? Do you know who’s in that leaked video? Or maybe you’re the guy there?”

My smirk grew wider. I raise a brow. A smile from my faded laughter is still plastered on my face. If I can’t win an argument, I’ll just piss him off!

But then, my courage shrinks fast when he flashes a mocking smile.

“The girl on that video has her curves carved in the right places…” His eyes drop to my chest and he tilts his head, eyeing my lower back. He did not say anything but it is always his small moves that made me feel so insulted!

“HOW DARE YOU— Oh my gosh, put me down!”

“Let me carry you inside the car.” He ignores my screams and the countless hitting of my hand on his chest and face as he carries me in a bridal style and tosses me inside his car!

“Emy, whose car is that?”

A feminine voice from behind caught all of our attention and pulled me back to reality. Behind Emy, my mom is standing with her eyes wide and lips in an ‘o’ shape.

Ugh! Why do people are surprised to see me with him? He’s not a big deal!

Opposite to how my mom reacts whenever she sees me with a boy, she gracefully walks toward us. Her face lightens up and the smile on her face looks very welcoming.

“Good evening, ma’am,” Hyko politely greet.

My face crumples and looks at him in disbelief.

Wow, the transition in his attitude is unbelievable!

My mom is staring in awe at her, still hasn’t moved on to the fact that Hyko Frantz is in our house, right in front of her.

I get how important it is for business owners to form relationships and connections with other business owners. And given his family’s position in the food chain, they are at the top of their field. It is understandable how other families—including mine—wanted to somehow be their ‘family friend’.

“He forces me to get in his car, mom,” I complained to stop her fantasies.

I always get pissed whenever she’s being rude to my suitors. But now I wish he was not as friends and warm to Hyko.

“She’s injured, ma’am,” he answers, debunking what I said. I throw a glare at him. Tss! He made it sounds like he did me a favor.

“You can call me Mrs. Levrinne.”

I grimace at her response. Seriously? I couldn’t believe this.

“Good evening, Mrs. Levrinne,” he repeated.

Soft giggles from my mom irritate me more.

“How about you come in? Let’s have dinner. Ari will cook, she loves cooking!”

My eyes grew wide. I never let anyone, including my friends, know too much about me. None of them, aside from my parents and the housemaids are aware of my passion. How dare she announce it without my consent?!

“Really?” I can feel Hyko’s stares at me but I did not dare meet his eyes and instead darted my gaze to my mother—who is apparently, ignoring me.

“She actually went to the mall to shop for our dinner. She may look like the type of girl who’s all makeup, bags, and shoes—but she’s very independent when it comes to the kitchen. It’s her place!”

My heart started hammering. I do not like my mom’s attitude and how this conversation is going.

“I would like to try but maybe Ari’s not comfortable if I’ll join you.”

I grimace when I hear him utter my name. If I'm not mistaken, he always calls me 'ma'am' or 'Ms. Levrinne'.

My mom’s eyebrow furrow but soon her expression softens. She softly hit Hyko’s chest and chuckle. “Ari loves it when someone aside from us tastes her dish.”

“Mom—”

“I remember when I told her to bake a cake as a birthday present for my friend. She almost jump in joy when I told her my friend loves it and would like to order a three-tier cake!”

Oh, lord. Help me stop my mom. This is f*cking embarrassing!

“You’re very much welcome here, Hyko! Let’s go inside. My daughter would love to hear your opinion.”

My jaw dropped. My feet are glued to the floor as I watch my mom pull Hyko inside of our house.

What the f*ck?

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Forcing The Billionaire

by: Joanne Cristel

©2022

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Note: Unedited. English is not the author's first language so expect grammatical errors. Thank you!