Two weeks later:
After chase left me feeling like a turd, I pretty much went straight to bed. I figured he'd just had a pole stuck up his ass from brunch, but no.
Two weeks down the line and the asshat is ignoring me. Are we twelve? I have literally done nothing to him to deserve any type of silent treatment whatsoever, "so. How long are you going to be like this?" I ask out of the blue, silent breakfasts are going to be the death of me.
I hate silence, and as much as I hate to admit it, I'm actually terrified of it. I'm quite a scaredy cat.
Chase grunts before replying curtly, "until this agreement is over." This is ridiculous! "At least treat me like a human being! Why can't we be civil during our agreement? Nothing in that fancy little contract of yours stated you could be an-"
"Better watch your tongue before you slip up." I blink. Once. Twice. Damn it. He was right, I got so aggravated that I didn't even realize I was about to cuss him out. "An idiot. I was going to say idiot." I finished, smiling because I felt like I won this round.
"We both know you weren't going to say that." Somehow, the way he stated that like a finality; like he actually knew, made me snap. "You don't know anything about me." I spit coldly.
I surprise myself with my own coldness. Brr. It just turned into the Arctic in here, because I'm being icy as fück.
There are triggers in my life, that I'll have to live with for the rest of my life, and Calvin Klein didn't know that. I saw his eyes widen at my statement.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" but he cut me off before I could say anything more. "What do you have to be sorry for? You're right, I don't know anything about you, nor do I want to."
Immediately, tears sprung to my eyes. Why does he treat me like I'm the bubonic plague? Like I'm the scum of the earth?
Suddenly, I remind myself I can't be weak anymore.
The whole reason I started cussing was a way to intimidate people. It was a warning; stay away, I'm broken.
Now I don't have that to fall back on anymore. So, why not get angry?
"You know what? I haven't done a single thing to you, and here you are treating me like crap beneath your shoe. You're one snobbish piece of trash Calvin Klein." I applauded myself for not cursing when I really wanted to.
I leave my breakfast and storm to my room. I even slam my door for show.
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Later when I wake up from a nap, I hear moans coming from down the hall. And let me tell you, I seethe red. I shouldn't be mad, but I am.
I basically jump out of bed before I even have time to catch my legs, and fall flat on my face. "Ouch."
For some unexplainable reason, there's a pang in my chest. Why should I even care that he's with someone?
The answer: I shouldn't. I don't.
But, just to piss him off for earlier, I storm right up to his door and bang as loudly as I possibly could.
In seconds, the door flies open to a half naked Chase Kelvin.
Holy crap-
He had muscles. Lots and lots of muscles.
"How long are you going to stare at me before you decide it's time to leave?" This breaks me from my reverie immediately. I see movement behind him, but I refuse to look at it.
You know, he could be so attractive, but as soon as he opens his mouth it disappears completely. "Could you keep it down? Jeez I'd hate to see when you get engaged if you're just going to bang everything that walks." I was using sarcasm of course, but he already knew we weren't really engaged. I mean, we were, but not in the 'I love you so much' standard.
He clenches his teeth, and his jaw line looks stupendous, "I mean, man. Must suck to be anything close to intimate with you." I think I went overboard. I honestly didn't think it'd affect him all that much.
He grabs my arm roughly and yanks me into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. "Go back to your room. Now." I yank my arm away. I try not to let his half-naked glory get to me, but I could tell he knew I couldn't stop looking at him.
"No." I state defiantly, he wasn't going to push me around anymore. Why did he's insist on being so ridiculous?
"Molly." He says exasperated, and the way he says my name sends chills down my arm.
"Just tell me why. Why is it so hard to be nice?" His fingers immediately pinched the bridge of his nose as if I was an annoying fly he couldn't swat away no matter how many times he tried.
"Frankly. It's because I don't like low-life scumbags who only accept deals for money. " what the? He offered me the money in the first place! What the hell?
This asshole had the audacity to call me a gold digger! What a dick.
But, despite this, a sickly plan formed in my head. The only thing that's going to hurt him is the longer I stay near him.
And I swear that as long as I'm here, I'm going to put him through torture, all while winning this contract.
So instead of replying with an equally satisfying remark, I just stretch a one hundred watt smile before spinning on my heals and making my way back to my room. He's going to reap the day he messed with me.
Because I can be a conniving bitch.
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The next morning, I feel pretty refreshed and ready to conquer the day. This is all thanks to my new resolution yesterday. I mean, one prank can't hurt too much, right?
Nah.
Jeez, this is going to be more fun then I thought.
So I head downstairs, and I have a little word with the chef. "So, buddy. Is there any herb Chase doesn't like? Just as a heads up, since, you know, we're getting married?" He seemed hesitant at first, not sure what my underlying intent was behind this whole scenario.
"To make sure when I'm making romantic dinners that I don't include it?" He seemed more convinced this time, but I don't know how seeing as I'm a horrible liar. I blame it on foreign chefs and their inability to understand sarcasm.
"Well. Mr. Kelvin is very adamant about not adding paprika to anything. But I don know if he's-"
"Muy bien! Gracias!" I completely interrupt him, not caring what he had to add. I then exited the kitchen without another word, him shouting for me.
I wasn't ever going to put anything in there to hurt him. So what's the harm?
Besides, Calvin Klein needed a little slap in the face for how he's been treating me. The spoiled brat thinks he can step all over me.
Everything would be fine. It's just a joke.
That what I was about to do was something he deserved. Maybe he didn't though?
I knew what it was like to have traumatic events change who you are as a person. It also reflected your everyday thoughts, and I had no freaking clue how to silence the mayhem in my head.
Maybe the reason why he's been treating me bad is because of this girl his mom was talking about during brunch the other day?
When you've been through unimaginable hurt, pandemonium breaks out in your head.
Maybe I really shouldn't do this after all...
"Nah, I'll do it."
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