006: You're not my type

CORRIE

Hatty held herself back from vomiting as I hand her the sterile tube.

She struggled shakily as she held it, I rolled my eyes at her, she was wearing gloves at least so she didn't have to look that disgusted.

"You brought his cum?" Hatty asked setting the tube aside on the counter.

"Cum can't be used?" I asked as Hatty shook her head.

"It can, but you know you could have gotten a strand of his hair. You didn't need to go through the entire trouble and fuck him." Hatty hissed her brows knit in disapproval.

"Where is the fun in that?" I grimaced as she heaved a sigh.

"What you did was risky. Next time don't do something so stupid." Hatty warned me, I shook my head ignoring her rant.

"When should I be expecting the results?" I bent over, perching my elbows on the counter.

"Three days. In the meantime you should probably get tested." Hatty said with a smug grin on her lips. I rolled my eyes at her pushing myself back, steadying on my feet. "I'll be back for the results till then." I said turning around to exit the shop only to be met by Abel on my way out.

"Miss North." He greeted like he always did, the same rolls royce was parked not too faraway but a colbalt blue color.m not black.

I rolled my eyes. Nothing billionaires can't do when they want to flaunt their wealth.

"I suppose Mr Nash is in the car." I scoffed as Abel bowed.

"Yes, he wishes to give you a ride. He wants to speak with you privately." Abel added but I shook my head.

"I'm not interested." I turn him down politely as Abel walked up to me, leaning towards my ear. "It wasn't a request Miss North." Abel slowly withdrew from me, gesturing his hand towards the passenger seat. I groaned as I strut towards it, opened the car and got in, shutting the door behind me to see Mr Nash at the far end of the car.

Abel got in as well but he didn't start the car, the silence between the three of us was awkward until Mr Nash spoke first.

"Nice of you to Join us Miss North." He put away his phone, focusing his gaze on me, I just nodded.

"Nothing you say will convince me to tutor your daughter. I'm not the only private tutor in Springville. There are better more qualified educators, stop making my life more difficult than it already is Mr Nash." I spoke in one breath, tears well infinitely small tears gathered in my eyes.

"You sure it's nothing?"

My gaze fell on to Abel who purposely extended his hand, holding a phone as he presses a button.

"You brought his cum?"

"Cum can't be used?"

"It can, but you know you could have gotten a strand of his hair. You didn't need to go through the entire trouble and fuck him."

My eyes widened, I was basically still right in front of the shop, how did he get those recordings.

"So is that particular interest you're raging about the entire time was Devon's dick?" Mr Nash uttered, not impressed, as if mocking her that i could do better.

"I could sue you for invasion of privacy." I grimaced, my gaze fixated on him.

"And I could slander your reputation to the fucking ground. What I just played should prove to you how powerful I am. I'll make sure you don't get a fucking job till the day you die." Emmette said. "So, tutor Emery and I'll keep yours little secret."

I turned to him surprised, I was expecting him to go through what he said, if a normal person found such about my record I would have been reported to the minister of education and have my licence revoked for indecency with my employer.

I faced forward, my back plopping straight in my seat.

"Why are you helping me? Why are you keeping my secret?" I asked as Mr Nash sighed.

"I've been vocal Miss North, I want you to tutor my daughter. You're the only one who can do that. I don't care if there are better tutors, I'm desperate." He finally admitted the reason for all his stunts. It still didn't make any sense, a billionaire so desperate that he's willing to use his wealth to get her for his daughter. But I didn't have a choice, if he gets the chance to leak that recording I'll be ruined. I don't care about being ruined either way, all my plans to get back at Devon would be in vein.

I couldn't let this opportunity slip from my grasps. I somehow have to strike a deal with him.

I looked over at him wondering what could be the reason behind his desperation.

"I don't normally sleep with my employer, Mr Devon was a mistake, a careless one. So I hope you don't think we'll have such relationship if I consider tutoring your daughter." I said as he nodded.

"I don't care if you're having an affair him, and you're really not my type Miss North." He blatantly said, my mouth dropped wide at his remarks. What did he mean I'm not his type? Such a bold thing to say when he's made my life a living hell for months.

"Of course, your type must be six feet under." I snarkily commented, folding my hands.

"Excuse me?" Mr Nash bellowed.

"Nothing. I'll tutor your daughter Mr Nash." I said my hand folding under the lock of the car.

"Emery." Mr Nash uttered as I paused in my steps confused.

"Emery is my daughter's name. So when you first come over call her by that name." Mr Nash said, sounding all sentimental, it was odd as if he was trying to be familiar with me.

"Of course Mr Nash." I said unlocking the car immediately, already done with his bullshit.

"It's Emmette." He said, my hands inches from shutting the door in his face.

My brows knit in confusion, a smile crept up his face. It was genuine, not the fake one he's been using to coax me to tutor his daughter.

I nod, slowly shutting the door as the car started and drove away.

My eyes stared at his licence plate,

I don't trust him and I needed to find his weakness as soon as I can.