Billionaire's Savage Chase

Mr. Arrogance

One and half hours have passed and we are still seated here like sheep waiting for their shepherd. Who does this man think he is to keep hundreds of people waiting? If I include the massive crowd waiting for him outside, we would probably total to ten thousand.

I have listened to every song in my playlist more than seven times. Don't be surprised, my playlist is short.

I can't take my earphones off as I will have to listen to everyone around me chat about the billionaire who they have already declared the ultimate male perfection.

Suddenly the crowd outside goes wild. I take my earphones off and their loud cheers immediately hit my ears. The security is having a hard time securing crazy fans from jumping the barriers set by either side of the red carpet. Billionaire Harvard must be oxygen!

Everyone in the hall stands in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the man through the window. Is it so hard to wait for him to walk to the stage? It's not like anyone is being awarded for seeing him first.

"Here comes my love!" Hilda exclaims. She takes off her shoes and climbs on her seat. Now she stands taller than anyone.

"Make sure you don't fall on me." I say but she is too focused in searching for her idol that she doesn't hear me. What if she tubbles and falls on my head! I may be pathetic but today is not the day I die.

"Hilda! You're acting too desperate for anyone's liking!" I yell at her. That gets her attention.

"I want him to notice me!" She yells back.

"There are more dignifying ways of earning attention." I say.

Hilda steps back down, she puts on her shoes. "Why isn't he here already?" She mutters.

People at the back begins to applaud. Hilda's immediately diverts her gaze in that direction. I do too.

Oh...my!...my!...Now I see what everyone is crazy about. This must be the most usuriously beautiful living creature I have ever seen!

Even with the huge distance between us, one can't fail to notice his steely eyes whose gaze could cut through metal, poetically of course. They however can slice one's confidence into micro-confidences.

His smooth face holds irresistible beauty, causing ones lower abdomen to throb in pleasurable ways.

He is in a deluxe designer suit that hugs his luscious masculinity perfectly, emphasizing every curve.

"Breathtaking, right?!" Hilda matters.

"Yeah." I agree absentmindedly. He should be burned from public areas for the sake of female sanity!

The crowd is going mad around him, screaming all kinds of praise words. But the man's face remains stolid, his eyes observing them with open disdain.

Seriously? He isn't going to acknowledge this show of love even with a polite smile?

I see him purse his lips in what I think is disgust. His bodyguards stand by either side of him as he majestically walks to the stage, his eyes finding the floor more interesting than the people screaming for his attention.

His level of arrogance is outrageous! How can one be so confidently cold?!

He is so close to us when Hilda shrieks, "You look toothsome, my love!!"

I hastily stand and cover her mouth.

"Are you seeking to be dragged out of here by his bodyguards?" I ask. She brushes my hand off.

"Do think he is going to notice me if I sit like you?!" She asks sounding irritated.

"That arrogant mountain of flesh isn't going to notice anyone, honey!" I reply.

" Yes, he is quite charming mystery!" She says.

"You mean he is a sociopath." I supply.

"You're out of your mind! Harvard runs tons of charity projects throughout the world. In fact, ninety nine point nine percent of the profits he makes goes to charity. How sociopathic is that?" She argues.

"That's Wikipedia crap! A celebrity does a thing once and they make it his trade mark for a lifetime. Even it it's true, that doesn't give him the right to sneer at his fans." I fire back.

"If you have a problem with his facial expression, shut your eyes!" Hilda replies, she goes back to cheering the billionaire along with everyone around me.

"Come to momma, gorgeous! You have kept her waiting for so long!" A girl behind me yells. Urgh! That's kinky!

I quickly put my earphones back on and set the volume high.

Much better!

I sit and watch Mr. Arrogance saunter to the raised stage, not a hint of a smile on his face. The crowd is still on their feet, waving, clapping, but now I can't hear their shouts.

The Vice chancellor signals him to walk to the podium where speakers are mounted. The billionaire simply nods, approaches the piece of furniture and puts his hands on either side. His face remains impassive as he regards the wild crowd.

He is getting inpatient as his fingers starts tapping the sides of the podium. He waits long enough for the hall to regain it's tranquility, in simpler words, he waits until everyone tires of jumping and waving.

His full lips move, probably saying something. I can't hear as I still have my earphones on. I intend to save my ears from a speech reeking of arrogance that I am certain the hottie is about to unleash. I will sit back and enjoy watching his lips move.

Someone brought popcorn?

Whatever he said, was effective enough to make everyone sit, like kids commanded by their stern father.

Now his lips move at constant speed, guess the speech just began. His gestures and smiles are rare but remarkable. I am noticing the crowd is clapping more often that in any other motivational talk I have ever been. But that is not enough to entice me to take off my earphones. One thing this audience has taught me is they are going to cheer the guy even if he insults them.

So I keep listening to my music and watching the guy. With Ava Max screaming 'sweet but Psycho' in my ears and the right kind of guy right in front of me, it's like watching the video version of the song, only with the singer missing in the video.

I suddenly notice the man's steely eyes on me, like he is no longer talking to the rest of the crowd but just me. I freeze in my seat!

He says something that I can't hear and all eyes in the hall turn to me. Oh hell! What's going on?

If I were thinking right, I would have took off the earphones, but my mind just chose this moment to take a vacation. So I seat dumbfounded with no sounds from the crowd reaching my ears.

The man descends from the stage, starts moving towards me. No f**k! I can't think! He can't come all this way, can he?

His eyes are still fixed on me as the crowd makes way for him until he is standing right by my seat, looking down at me.

I gawk up at his face. His intense gaze land on my face. For a brief moment, he seems amused. Then his eyes turns cold.

His hand move, he takes hold of my earphones and plugs them out of my ears. I snap and quickly try to compose myself. I can hear people burst in laughter all around me.

The man goes ahead to forcefully snatch my phone from my grasp.

"That's mine!" I complain.

"How about you answer my question first, then you can have your phone back, naughty little geek!" He utters in the most mesmerizing voice I have ever heard. Those around explode with laughter.

Wait! What did he call me?

"I...Sir, that's not my name." I say. I am doing my best to control my mouth. A smirk curves on his lips, the kind that makes you shrink back into your seat.

"Sarah...Williams." I answer with unsteady lips.

"Well, I asked you a question, naughty Sarah! Until you answer it, I'll be keeping your phone." He says in an arrogant tone.

"But I didn't hear your question!" I whine.

"Then you're never getting your phone back." He says and my eyes go wide. He starts to walk away.

"This is not right, you cannot take my phone!" I say standing on feet. My heart is pounding in my chest and my hands shake.

He turns to face me. "Or what?" He says, his eyes silently daring me to do more. The man is as tall and built as an action movie star, not to mention there are bodyguards in the room. I am not that stupid.

"I can answer your question, sir!" Hilda says with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, but you're not the question was meant for." He says, not taking his eyes off me.

"If you do not have the answer, I highly suggest you sit back down." He says in a low voice. "For your own good." He adds in a suggestive tone. No, must be my ears with the problem.

I grudgingly lower my ass back in my seat. "Please give me back my phone!" I plead. My brain slowly returning to work.

"No." He simply says before turning away. I watch him detach the earphones from the phone before pocketing both. The crowd once again parts to make way for him.

Tears sting my eyes. I am so mortified!

"She is such an i***t!" I hear the girl behind me scorn. Those around her murmur in agreement.

This can't be happening! I look forward and see a camera turning away. They caught that scene on camera?!!

Please no! I would rather disappear!