Chapter 6

— CHRISTIAN—

I was practically choking the steering wheel thinking of her neck. She, for sure, had a death wish to talk to me in that manner. And if I wasn't in a hurry, I would have fulfilled this wish of her's.

The fucking audacity of that girl!!

How dare she talk to me like that. No one has the balls to as much as look me in the eyes and that girl, she fucking insulted me in the middle of the damn road.

And for what???

A damn shirt and some books??

For Fuck's sake!!

My jaws clenched at the memory when she threw the money on face. My hold on the steering tightened even more and my knuckles turned white as I gritted my teeth.

I already had to postpone the meeting that I'm working my ass off for last week because dad wanted to talk something very important that can't even wait an fucking hour and then the encouter with this weird girl just added feul into my rising temper.

The lever of entitlement and stupidity that ran through her veins nearly had me driving the car into a pole.

No one has ever talked to me like that ever before and I was having a hard time dealing with this nonchalant disrespect.

I didn't know whether to appreciate her suicidal tendencies or despise her courage.

Great!! Just fucking Great. The girl insulted me in front of half of the city and here I was , all praises for her.

Go and Die Christian!!

She definitely was some maniac. First crying for a fucking shirt and a bunch of books. Then insulting me and asking me to wash her shirt and then not accepting the money at last.

If she didn't want that, What was all the fuss about then??

If I would have stayed there one more second, either I would have gone mad or killed her.

Wait!!

I pulled the brakes suddenly, making the car screech loudly before stopping.

What the fuck is wrong with me?? Why the hell I'm thinking about her till now. It's been fifteen minutes since I've left that place and she hasn't left my head for a damn second.

I sighed frustratedly before rubbing my hand over my face and starting the car again. I found myself unable to get that stupid girl out of my head.

Lost in depressing thoughts I finally reached the mansion. The guard opened the door and I parked my car inside before climbing out of it.

It had not been a long time since I visited my dad. But it's always been about business. We have come so far from a decent family meeting. It's always been a struggle to face each other and be a reason to remind each other of the bitter past. We both were the victims. It wasn't his fault or mine. But it's hard to forget the memories this house holds.

My grandparents had gifted this house to dad, so he couldn't leave this for any unimportant reason. And I couldn't bear to stay here. So I decided to move out of here as soon as I turned eighteen.

Preparing myself to face him once more, I inhaled deeply and pushed the door open of the living area.

" Chris!! " I turned towards the stairs at the beaming voice of my sister.

"Anu!! " I mumbled as she ran towards me with a huge smile and latched on to me.

" I was just thinking of visiting you today. Guess we finally developed the telepathy between us. " She chuckled in the hug and a small smile came on my lips seeing her happy.

I sometimes regret leaving her to handle everything alone, But all these years, I've realised that if you want to be happy, you need to be selfish. And now I've learned to keep myself on the top of my priority list.

But that doesn't make my love for my little sister less. I have been a protective brother. And I've nothing regretful about her except for leaving her alone here. But it was her choice to live with dad and she is sensible enough to make her choices.

" How are you?? " I asked her, pulling apart.

" Beautiful! " She raised her both brows in pride and I slapped her forehead gently.

"Where's dad?? " I asked, looking around.

"In his room. Wait, I'll tell him that you are here. " She said, turning to go upstairs but I stopped her.

"No, I'll go and meet him there only. " I said and she nodded before heading towards the kitchen.

The house is big enough to live the whole damn city here comfortably. I wonder why he is not selling it. It would make him a load of money.

I knocked on his door and his voice came. "Dad?? "

"Chris!! I was waiting for you. Come sit"

Chris??

Something doesn't look right.

I pushed the door open and entered inside. He patted the bed beside him for me to sit. I cocked a brow in suspicion before settling myself on the couch that had him chuckle.

"What is that you wanted to talk about?? " I asked without beating around the bush and got straight to the point.

"Why?? Can't I call my son just to meet him?? " He asked sweetly, with a smile and my insides tightened in stress.

Mission abort!!

" The last time you called me, you told me that you are selling our restaurant on Wall Street. So, sorry If I get suspicious that next you might want to sell this house too. " I gave him a pointed look but he snorted in response.

"That's never gonna Happen. I will watch my grandchildren being raised in this house. " This was my turn to snort.

"I was busy dad, get straight to the point.?? " I asked him, getting impatient and doubtful.

" Fine, You know that you'll be handling the CEO position soon. Right?? "

"Yeah?? "

Where was he getting with this??

"Well, yesterday's Board of director's meeting was a little…..worried" He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.