Christian
"Fucking bullshit." I yelled throwing a random vase, the shattering of the glass brought me satisfaction.
"Chris, calm down."
"You want me to fucking calm down? She humiliated me, that little thing. You wanted me to be nice to her and look what I get." Marcus raised his hands and dropped them at his side again. "Exactly Marcus, that's what I fucking thought."
"But look, you can't exactly blame her." I went livid at that stupid statement. Marcus was pushing my buttons. The both of us have never really had fights maybe this would be the first.
"I was fighting for her, bull-fucking-shit. I'm not up for this, I'm going to make her pay." I picked up my phone and punched in numbers.
"Hello, Mr Sanders. So sorry for what__"
"Fire her immediately."
"What?"
"You heard me, dammit." I pushed at my hair, almost ripping it off my scalp. I was starting to feel a dull ache at my temples. Fucking icing to the cake.
"Okay sir."
"Do it right now, in the next five minutes, she should be fired." I said coldly.
"Okay sir." I dropped the phone and threw it but Marcus caught it.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his hands on his hips.
"I'm making her pay." I replied wistfully.
Marcus came home with her. I had left after she embarrassed me in front of everyone. Anger surged through me at the memory of what she did. Who the fuck does she think she is? What does she think of herself? I wanted her out of my hair but she seemed to me like a good challenge and I have never lost a challenge, she wouldn't be the first one.
"Christian, are you sure about this?"
"Don't ask me any questions."
"Look man, I understand you're angry about what happened but look__"
"Mac please," I begged jamming my hands into my pockets.
"I'll leave you to think about it."
"There's nothing to think about." He just left and as soon as his hand reached for the door knob, I muttered, "call Clara in please."
He just left, he was clearly angry with me or with his lady, I didn't care. Marcus told me she has an ego twice her size and wouldn't ever take any favours from me. How about I crush that ego? That little thing always find a way to run my peace. Where did Felicia meet her?
"Christian," she yelled and I rolled my eyes. I watched her storm over to me and I kept my arms crossed, looking at her carefully.
"How dare you? You told them to fire me, how low can you stoop?" Tears were streaming down her face and she did nothing to stop them. "Do you hate me so much?"
"Yes, I do." I answered, my tone holding no emotion whatsoever and her shoulders slumped.
"I hate you too. So much that it hurts me everyday that I have to wake up and see your face. I hate you so much that it hurts me that I can't kill you. Everyday ends with me regretting why I have not been given the opportunity to kill you."
"Miss Lawal, save your breath. If you must know, you got yourself into this, are you not doing this for money? And you call me names when you took another woman's place at the altar, you fucking amaze me." I watched the guilt flash across her face and I smirked, she couldn't deny I was right.
"I did take her place only because she asked me to." She cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "And you bring that up every time, you torture me, mentally and sometimes physically." That took me aback but she didn't stop. "You say things to me, like if my mother dropped me when I was little, but when you were doing a background check on me, you forgot to see that she died a long time ago. I would at least have felt her love if I ever knew her. She didn't even get to hold me and you dare to insult her like that?" There was no stopping her now, so I let her vent.
"If you want to kill me, just kill me. I can't take this any longer." She folded her hands together, pleading. "If you plan to hold me here for the rest of my life, just kill me and end it right here. To be honest with you, I'm tired. You've robbed me of my peace. You stole me life away from me. Now my job, what else will you take? I don't have any money to offer you, I would have given you all my money just so you would let me be at peace. So please, I beg of you, kill me now if you want to." She fell on her knees to the floor and cried out. I wanted a challenge but why didn't it feel like I won? I should be satisfied that she was begging in front of me. But for some reason, I felt like a jerk. Then it clicked, she was playing the guilt card on me, nice one miss Lawal. But you won't win, not this time.
"I'm not going to kill you," I muttered lowly and her head shot up, her eyes were red and tears swam in them. "If I had a heart or any emotions, I would have considered letting you go, but no. I mean it when I say I don't give two shits about you. You'll die everyday, you haven't begged me for your life, you'll beg me everyday to just end it. But no, because you're Mrs Sanders now and I can't murder my own wife can I?" My lips raised into a smirk.
"Save your energy and your tears as well. It will be much needed later. Your emotional drama won't work on me. You're Camilla Sanders now, you're mine. And you'll be until the day you die." I let my lips form every word so it would resonate in her ears later.
"Then I hope that I die soon." And she left my study. When the door closed behind her, I threw another random vase at the door. I punched the nearest object to me. She always made me angry.
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Later that evening, after spending three hours punching the dummy, I went to my room and found her sleeping. She looked so troubled and it strangely tugged at my heart to see her like that. Come on asshole, you basically turned her to that. My subconscious mind jeered and I rolled my eyes. I found my legs moving towards her. When I got close enough, I squatted and watched her for a bit and she was saying something.
"Cara, I'm so scared here." I felt that strange heart thing again and I clenched my fists. She repeated over and over and a lone tear rolled out of her eye and I caught it, wiping it away lightly. Was I really causing her so much pain? The answer is yes. She shifted a little at my contact and I quickly withdrew my hand. When she didn't wake up, I kept watching her like a creep.
I spent three hours down there, and with every passing minute, it made me angry that I didn't mean anything I said to her. About her dying and not letting her go. I desperately wished I could take it all back. I didn't think before saying all that. She seemed nice and the more I looked into her eyes, the more my resolve weakened. I felt that she was saying the truth. But I would rather hold on to the fact that she did it in the first place. Because if I let myself slip and I start liking her, it would not end well for anyone. I will have to let her go, eventually. And that was the part I didn't like.
And I wanted to hate her, I have reasons to. I wanted to cause her pain because I can never make anyone happy. Not her or anyone else. Anger surged through me again, why was I thinking that she could be innocent? I could tell a lie from a truth and my mind wrestled with me this time because I would rather not accept the truth. She only disrupted my life, why was I feeling sorry for her?
The door opened and I quickly straightened up. Samson looked at me sceptically and shook his head. I quirked my brow and sent him an irritated look.
"What?" I snapped and he just rolled his eyes. Growing up with him and Marcus made us very close, we never fought until this new girl. Angel Face my fucking foot.
"Did you say something?" He teased and I realized I was thinking out loud.
"What do you want?" I replied tightly and he rolled his eyes again.
"You forgot about the charity event." He stated simply and I closed my eyes, realizing he was right.
"See you in an hour." He nodded and left without another word. I ran a hand through my hair. How could I have forgotten? And I was supposed to bring my wife. My wedding to Felicia was not a frivolous affair everyone knew of but I made a promise to the Elders to have a fiancee or a wife the next time we held an event. It has been six months since I made that promise and whether she liked it or not. Camilla would come with me.
As if on cue, her eyes opened. She squinted a little as her eyes got used to the light. A frown marred her features when she saw me. Not knowing what to do, I waved sheepishly at her. She just frowned even more.
"Miss Lawal, you have to get ready." I was bad with words. And I've never thought I should work on it until now. I made orders, never asked for the other person's opinion because it has never been needed. But ordering her around felt wrong, I should make a request and ask politely. Ah fuck. What am I thinking?
"For what?" Her tongue, goddammit. That simple statement was laced with poison.
"For a charity event?" I answered, looking at her rather sheepishly. Her eyes widened and she jumped up. I was expecting resistance and I was prepared for it because she didn't really have a choice but to come with me but her next words shocked me.
"Is that a code word for human trafficking?" I couldn't help the smile that threatened to break out on my face. Of course she would think that. But I wasn't going to sell her, not for all the money in this world.
"No." Came my simple reply.
"Why should I believe you?" Has she always been this paranoid? I have to commend her stranger danger instincts but at the same time, it felt stupid.
"Because, I don't care about what you think. If I wanted to sell you off to someone else, I would have done it a long time ago. And besides, I don't have any interest in selling or buying anyone." The last sentence wasn't even necessary but maybe just maybe a tiny part of me didn't want her to see me as a completely brutal man which was hilarious because I was exactly that.
"Oh." She scratched her head and grunted something I couldn't quite catch under her breath. "I don't want to go." I huffed and braced myself for another fight, I was expecting this.
"The hell you won't, you're married to me. You have to." I yelled and she jumped a little, good to see I still had that effect. I wasn't puny and for her too see a little softness from me may have her thinking otherwise. In a sick way I was satisfied with being brute.
"So ask me," she sneered and I looked at her incredulously.
"Ask you?" I expected a lot of things, resistance, silly questions, hell I was expecting her to throw hands because she didn't trust me and I haven't given her any reason to. But her telling me to ask her to a party? Definitely not.
There's a always a first for something and I never thought I would ever ask anyone, not a man or a woman to do my bidding. Not to brag but women practically begged to be in my fucking bed. And she wanted to me to ask her to a party? Not happening.
"Exactly." Her voice came and I almost forgot I was still there with her. I could see the fear in her eyes. And uncertainty. And defiance. And a tiny ray of hope. She looked like a muddled mess of emotions.
I ran a hand down my face and felt like strangling myself. "Miss Lawal, will you go to a charity event with me?" I couldn't believe my ears, I was totally planning on rejecting her. She wasn't expecting it either and her face broke into a big smile that I thought her jaws might hurt. Her smile satisfied me, more than when she cried. She was so good at playing these mind games.
"Mr Sanders?" She prodded and I realized I already zoned out on her.
"Um, what did you say?" Way to go man, I missed sarcastically.
"I said yes." I'm not going to hide that it did make me happy that she agreed. I wasn't expecting her to. I just gave her a nod and disappeared into the bathroom, I was sweaty and I also needed to get ready.
If she knew what was in store for her at the event, asking her to the event would be the last thing on her mind.
Author's note.
Hi everyone, so sorry for the late update. I just kinda lost and I wanted to put things back in order.
Please vote and comment. And I do hope that you'll enjoy this chapter. It was fun writing, except you know minus the argument. Hehe.