|Ch. 12|

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"Zhari! Get your ass down here! Now!" Chased yelled.

Zhari laughed as she stood pressed against the wall beside the staircase. They were running late, but she didn't give a fuck. If he was going to make her go to the fucking event, she was going to make him regret it by doing every little thing, she can think of, to piss him the fuck off. So, with a sigh, she made herself visible. She watched the glare on his face soften and a look of lust replace it. His eyes widened, nostrils flared, his lips parted and his jaw damn near hit the floor.

"The yelling isn't necessary. I heard you." She said as she descended the stairs.

"We're late." He tried to sound angry but failed. He was still taking all of her in.

"Might I remind that I did warn you about how I was not going to make this night easy for you and how I would show my ass." She stepped down off the last step and moved to stand directly in front of him, in his face. "I wasn't just talking out of my ass. I meant it. I'm going to show my ass tonight and if I hear anything about you going after anyone that I care about, I will make the rest of your life a living fucking hell. You think your wife is something? Well, you kidnapped the right one, Mr. Facinelli."

"Why must you always be difficult?" He asked as he stared down at her. He lifted his right hand and slowly moved the back of his hand down her arm.

"Really? You kidnap me and you wonder why I am being difficult?" she spat and stepped away from him. "Open your fucking eyes you dick. I am here against my will. You should assume, during my stay here, that I am going to be difficult."

With that, Chase sobered up really quick. "Let's go."

The limo pulled up in front of a castle looking building, house.

"Don't tell me someone lives here." Zhari scoffed.

"Someone does actually."

"Of course. What the hell is with people needing to show off how much money they have? It's sad really. No wonder why people are always trying to scam someone – you're basically asking for it when you, one fucking person, three at the most, buy a fucking house with ten bedrooms and fifteen bathrooms when you only have one ass."

Chase laughed, genuinely.

"I've never heard it put like that."

"Seriously? No one has ever told you that before?"

He shook his head.

"No. No one has ever had the balls to put it that bluntly before."

Zhari shook her head.

"I really don't see what the fuss is about when it comes to you. What's so damn scary? So, what you have cold eyes, are build like fucking superman and have his hair and have a British accent. You're still a man. A tall, superman built, cold hearted man who likes to kidnap women."

"I don't kidnap women. Just you." He said.

"Yeah, that makes it all better."

"You really think I'm cold hearted?" he asked.

She looked at him.

"You are forcing me to stay with you, in the house where your wife and child resides, I might add, and you won't let me speak to my family and friends. If that does not spell cold hearted, then I don't know what does."

"So, if I let you speak with a family member, or friend, you'll behave?" he asked.

"You want the truth?"

"You've been blunt with me all this time, don't stop now." He turned his body in her direction.

"No, I won't. The only way you will see me being civil in your presence is if you let me get back to my old life and we happen to see each other in public. Until then, I will be the biggest bitch you've ever come to know." She stated honestly before she stepped out of the limo.

Instantly, flashing lights started going around her, blinding her instantly.

"What the – move! Get out of my face!" she screamed when some man with a camera got all up in her face. "Move before I break the damn thing!" she pushed him back, knocking him to the ground.

"Who are you?"

"Are you Mr. Facinelli's mistress?"

"Are you sleeping with Mr. Facinelli?"

"Where is Mrs. Facinelli?"

People were just screaming at her and shoving their cameras in her face and she was really getting pissed off and annoyed. So, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, squared her shoulders and took a big breath.

"GET YOUR FUCKING CAMERAS OUT OF MY FACE! NOW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing everyone to take a few steps back and to stop what they were doing. They all just stared at her, waiting for her to say something else. "Now, I am not Mr. Facinelli's mistress, I am not sleeping with him, I don't know where his damn wife is, nor do I give a damn, and who I am is none of your fucking business. Now, the next person to shove their camera in my face, I swear on your lives, I will break it, and you, in half. Understand?"

They all nodded.

"Good. Now, enjoy your night." She said before she made her way inside.

She felt his hand at the small of her back before she heard him. "That was sexy as fuck."

Zhari rolled her eyes. "Good to hear."

"If I ask you a question can, I count on you to be straight with me and not use your dislike for me against me?" he asked.

Zhari took a big breath and turned to him just as they made it over to what looked like a temporary bar.

"Sure. Whatever."

"Do you find me attractive and would you let me fuck you if you didn't dislike me right now?"

"Wow. Are you for – "

"Just answer the question, honestly."

"Fine. Yes, I find you attractive. No woman in her right mind could deny you that much." She stated.

"...and the other part of my question? Would you let me fuck you if you didn't dislike me right now?"

"In another life, yes, I would. I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me, however you wanted." She stepped closer, in his personal space and grabbed at his tie, pulling him in. "I'd let you bend me over a balcony, in broad daylight, and fuck me until I was screaming your name, begging you to never stop while people watched. I'd let you spank me, pull my hair and choke me as I cried out for more and called you daddy." She said, her lips right next to his ear.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him. "You're playing with fire here, Zhari Jameson."

She leaned back to meet his gaze. "So are you, Chase Facinelli."

Without warning, Zhari stepped back, turned around and rushed toward the stage that was set up on the other side of the room with Chase calling after her. She pushed her way through the crowd of people, determined to get on that stage.

"Zhari!" Chase screamed.

She didn't stop. She kept pushing until she was up the few steps and standing in the stage and in front of the microphone.

"Zhaei! Don't you dare!"

She flipped him off.

"What's going on here?" Someone asked.

"My name is Zhari Jameson and I was kidnapped by Chase Facinelli."

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