Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Chloe Montclair

"Mr. Domanco, if you offer me all the money in your account, I won't still do this job of yours. I'm not interested. Kindly find someone else who fits in, I do not fit in for this job... Now, I will take my leave."  I said but his wicked laugh got me.

Is something wrong with him? Why is he laughing in such a manner?

"What kind of a person are you? Do you know, how many girls are dying and would be happy to pretend to be my girlfriend? And, I'm paying you a damn $2,000 million but yet, you rejected me?." He asked in a disbelief tone.

"Look, I'm not like those girls. Besides, you can pick from those girls. You just said it, they'll be happy to be with you. I'm not happy to be with you, I do not want to work with you or have anything to do with you. Just leave from here and never come back again." I hissed and eyed him.

He looked at me unbelievably. "You don't want to leave here? This dirty place... You prefer this dirty place than to be with me?."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Answer my damn question! You choose this hell over me?." He shouted at me more like, in a commanding tone.

"Look, I'm not one of those girls who get shivered by your empty threat. Don't you dare shout at me anymore because you're not my parents. Plus, there's no way I'm going to work with an ugly person like you. Your face sucks!" I said as I rolled my eyes.

That's a lie. I very well know his face doesn't suck. I swear, this is the most handsome face I've ever set my eyes on. I feel for the women he's going to fall in love with in future. She's got to be strong because a lot of women will drag him with her. Not only because of his looks but because of the money he has and his position in this country.

" What?!!!"

"Has anyone never said that to you before? That your face sucks?."

"What?!" He repeated as he took a step forward and I took one back. The more he keeps taking a step forward, I kept taking each step back and mentally curse as my back kissed the wall. I can't believe that this man is standing right in front of me now. The man I've once seen over the newspaper and the man hovering over me right now is two different persons even though, they're still the same person.

He's deadly gorgeous. His manly scent filled up my nose and I swear, I can't concentrate very well. I'm mentally shaking right now.

I saw him scoff and inspect my body carefully before looking deep into my eyes again. "Don't you think, it's too much for you?."He asked back.

" And, what's that?." I asked him, boldly.

" I wonder how comes, a mere prisoner had this much gut to talk back at me. This attitude of yours quiet doesn't suit you at all. You have no fucking right to talk back at me or condemn my face!" I swear, I'm literarily shaking inside of me right now but, I'm just trying to be strong. Thank goodness I'm leaning on the wall, I wonder what would have happened if I had not.

"You shouldn't be surprised, I thought you were more than that. You've always been so proud of this face, don't you?." I lightly pat his cheek and pushed him further away from me.

All I wanted to do is to get out of his presence. But before I could leave, I felt him sneak his hand to my waist from behind and my back kissed his chest. And I swear, my heart is about to explode. Mentally, I'm shaking but I'm still trying to stay calm.

My heartbeat wouldn't stop beating weirdly because I could feel his hot breath on my neck. Not only that, I was only putting on tight leggings and the usual baggy orange top but, I wasn't wearing anything inside. And my hair, I made it a ponytail this morning.

"Yeah! I'm not. After all, you were bold enough to say those shit to my face. What was that? You've got some nerves haven't you?." He whispered to my ear and I swear, I wouldn't stop shaking.

"Hmmm." He hummed.  "My face sucks right?." He asked me in his deep husky voice. I turned around and pushed him from me before he could realize how much effect he has on me. I don't know why I'm feeling this way though.

Besides, why is he so concerned that I said bad things about his face? If anyone was to be here, they'll know I wasn't saying the truth.

He's deadly gorgeous but, why is he taking it too personally?

"Well... My bad, I lied. Telling you your face sucks was a lie. I admit."

He walk closer to me again but this time around, he wasn't holding me. He only leans his head down to my face and looks deep into my eyes. "Seems like, you don't know what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart." He remarks.

"I never intend to get into any trouble and that's why I have asked you to leave in peace. I do not want to have anything to do with you. Why can't you just get that into your empty skull and leave me alone in peace?." He hold my waist tightly and pulled me to his chest. Before I could realize what was happening, he was already trailing his finger on my bare stomach. How did he do that? I don't know, all I know is that the idiot in me is enjoying all of his every touches.

Am I getting crazy? I think so.

My breath got hitch. I couldn't breathe properly and guess what I did? I close my eyes to feel his touch. The tingling sensation he's giving me isn't helping the situation at all. I was supposed to be mad at this man and push him away from me but instead, I'm here, so close to him enjoying his touch on me.

"I can kill you right now and no one will fucking ask me any question... Do you know why it's so?." He asked. His grip on my stomach is now getting hard. I could feel his sharp nail dig into my skin which made me feel the sharp pain.

He's a mean guy, I'm never going to trust him. Now, his face, and eyes don't look friendly at all.

I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip but, he wouldn't release me and the pain is getting much. He expects me to shed tears or beg him to release me but, I'm too stubborn to accept defeat. Even though the pain is much, I endured it and kept on struggling to get out of his tight grip without saying a word. This is nothing compared to the pain I've been getting past this year. A few minutes later, he release me and I hissed because of the pain.

I glared at him but, he still held a calm expression on his face.

Meanie!!

"What do you want from me now, bad brain?." I made sure to press the button even though, I'm literarily shaking deep within me right now.

He looks at me and scoffs again. "You amaze me, Ms. Montclair. Even after knowing everything, knowing what you're dealing but yet, you're still proving to be bold? Well, I like people like you."

"I don't want to listen to any of your stupid speech. Just tell me what you want from me and get the fuck out of here!" I busted at him.

Oops, did I just swear? I think so.

" Hmmm, what do I want? I told you what I what from you, right? Work for me and be my fake girlfriend. I'm not asking you now, I'm ordering you to do that for me."

I looked at home and scoffed. "Because you're? Look, you're no different from me if you had not been living with the influence, privilege of your father. All thanks to him, you got to do all this shit around else, you're just as plain as me." His face darken immediately after those words came out of my mouth.

I mentally smirk. He knows, I hit the button. I'm aware, I did hit the button this time around. He wanted me to ask for mercy. Nice try but, I'm never going to do that. He can do his worse for all I care.

"Why? Did I press the button so hard? You don't seem to like what I had just said to you? Come on, you and I both know that I wasn't lying though. That's the hard truth." I tried to leave again but he smashed my back roughly to the wall.

I sighed before looking at him. "When I decide to challenge him, I should have known I would expect something like this or even more." I thought.

I'm never going to be his girlfriend and that's final. Millions of girls are out there waiting for this opportunity just like he had said. Why me then?

" What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Kenneth Domanco? You asked me to be your girlfriend and I refused. What more do you want from me? what's all this about?." I burst at him in an angry tone.

" I don't know what you're thinking but, whatever it may be, just know that it's not going to work. You know exactly who you're dealing with. So, I'm giving you the grace of 7 days to think about the whole thing thoroughly, and I also want nothing but a positive response from you. I'm only leaving because I have other important things to attend to. I won't stay here forever exchanging words with a mere murderer who killed her mother, betrayed her family, and above all, disappoint her dead father who has entrusted her with a lot of responsibility only because of a man." He mocks and tsk in an irritated tone.

Tears welled up in my eyes, everything became blurry because of the tears I'm trying so hard to hold in. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? My family hasn't done anything to you, especially my dead father. Don't you think it's childish bringing them into this thing between us?." I asked him as I pointed between myself and him.   "You want to insult me, it's fine. You want to treat me like a piece of trash, it's also fine but please, don't you dare bring my family into this, especially my dead parent. You have no right to say things about them. Leave my precious sister and parent out of this!" I busted at him.

"Precious sister.." He repeated the same word and scoffed. "Indeed, she's a precious sister." He mock again with a wicked smile creeping on his lip.

"I swear, don't you dare bring up my family, especially my mom into this because.., I will never forgive you if you dare repeat such a thing. I will make life miserable for you if you dare try me, Kenneth Domanco." I threatened him.

" Sweetheart, that line is for me and not for you... It doesn't suit you at all." He winked at me before walking out of the room. Immediately he's gone, I took out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding in for so long and slumped lazily on the floor.

Tears wouldn't stop coming out of my eyes. I can't control it. I wanted to vent my anger, I wanted to punch something really hard. This is why I don't want to accept his offer. I hate this place, I hate this place so much, I wanted to get out of this hell, this miserable place but... On the other hand when I thought of how I've been a bad person, how I've been a bad daughter and a bad sister to my family... I hate myself more.

Sometimes, I believe all that I've been going through for the past years, I deserved it. I caused everything. I ruined everything!

"Chloe! Chloe!! Chloe are you okay?." I heard Christiana's concerned voice as she slumped beside me and hug me tightly.