CHAPTER FOUR | ON YOUR KNEES
AMANDA“Beg," Marcus smirks.Beg! Did the bastard just ask me to fucking beg? I hope I heard him wrong cause I won't hesitate to rip his tongue off if he is being serious.I act like I don't hear him. “Excuse me?"“I said you should fucking beg, get on your knees and beg me to take you in. Kiss my feet too." He commands.I look back, hoping there's someone else he is talking to. He can't be talking to me. “Who the fuck are you talking to?"His dumb friends seems to find something funny because they all crack up to the extent that they can barely breath.“Is there a clown at my back?" I ask them.Marcus moves the blonde stripper off him and comes to stand in front. He stands so close that we start breathing the same air. “You, Amanda. You are funny. Now, I want you to get on those bratty knees of yours and beg me to give you a place to stay tonight."Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop myself. I'm not crying because I feel like I'm too big to beg or because I'm humiliated. I'm crying because I am angry.I am very fucking angry and I don't want to commit murder.I can't help the fact that I cry anytime I am extremely angry.Before I can stop myself, I grip his jaw and squeeze it as hard as my hand would let me. Surprisingly, my grip is tight and my nails scratch him.He groans in pain but refuses to back down. “You have nowhere to go, Amanda. No one wants you. Why don't you drop your pride and just beg me and I promise you'll be treated nicely by me and my guys."This is ridiculous. “After everything I did for you Marcus. After everything I sacrificed for the sake of the love I have for you, this is what you pay me back with. Don't you have a fucking conscience? I know you don't have any feelings for me but what about a heart, Do you lack that too? I paid for this fucking place. The cloth you are wearing was bought by me. You were nobody when we met. You had no job, no reasonable property, no nothing. The only thing you had was your goodlook and athletic body. I made you what you are today, Marcus. Without me, we both know you won't have a roof over your head. And what do I get from you in return?"I don't notice my grip on his jaw has tightened to the extent that it's bleeding. I also don't notice that Marcus has been screaming in pain and trying to get me off him.I see red as I answer my question myself. “All I get for the two years of charity I did for you is humiliation, pain, rejection, and hatred. The only crime I committed is loving you with all my heart. The only crime I committed is wanting to give up everything I have known and believed in to be with you. As if you haven't taken enough from me, you want me to fall to my knees and beg you. You want me to waste the last drop of dignity I have on a heartless asshole like you. Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble princess, but I'd rather sleep on the street than do that."I push him off and storm out of the apartment before I actually burn it down. As much as I am tempted to hurt Marcus and burn the house down, I can't because a stupid part of me still cares about the bastard.Standing alone in the cold night air, I wonder what I will do now that I have nowhere to go. Would I really have to sleep on the street?I really wish my phone isn't dead, I would have tried calling a relative or friend for help. Most of my other family members don't live in this town and I can't just show up at my friends house unannounced. Especially since I cut all of them off because of Marcus.“Could this day get any worse? Seriously, what else can you do, Universe? Don't tell me this is your fucking best, do more please." I yell to the sky.I look and sound crazy right now. I'm still in my wedding dress with messed up makeup. Anyone who sees me right now would think I am a ghost bride.I decide to walk a little and maybe figure something out on the way. That is when I notice a black van I should have noticed earlier.As a girl who grew up under the spotlight, the first thought that comes to my mind is the fact that the fan belongs to the press.Great! Just great! By dawn, there would be another picture of me with the headline that I have run mad.I am tempted to just walk over to the van and ask them to fuck off but I decide against it. The press and their made-up story shouldn't be my problem, I need to find a place to spend the night.I begin to look around, hoping there's a motel I can spend the night at. I have some money left from the loan I took for my failed wedding.I'll come up with a solution to my problems tomorrow, right now I need to get out of this uncomfortable dress.I notice that the van is trailing me closely but ignore it.Just when I see a motel, the van starts speeding up till it is directly beside me.“Leave me the fuck alone." I yell at who I thought was a desperate journalist trying to make a name with my failed life.I was only bluffing when I asked if this is the best the universe can do to hurt me but it was taken personally because two hefty men jumps out of the van.CHAPTER FIVE | HEAVENLY HELL AMANDAI was only bluffing when I asked if this is the best the universe can do to hurt me but it was really taken personally because two hefty men jumps out of the van. Obviously, my first reaction is to scream and run but they are faster and stronger than me. The fact that we are in a deserted area also didn't help my situation.I should have just swallowed my fucking pride and beg Marcus. At least, I would be safely sleeping in the apartment.At this junction, I have concluded that I must have offended the universe and it has decided to pay me back in the worst possible way.One of the kidnappers covers my mouth with his hands and I waste no time before biting it as hard as I can. I won't be going down without a fucking fight.The fool yells and instantly takes his filthy crime-filled hands off my sexy lips to examine them.I smirk as he glares at me. “What the fuck are you? A dog?" I step on the second kidnapper's toes which makes him let go of me imm
CHAPTER SIX | MARRY MEAMANDA Shit! Suddenly, I am no longer in heaven but in hell with the devil [Tim] eagerly waiting to punish me for my crime of rejecting his proposal. Different scenarios of what he might do to harm me travels through my head making fear grip me as I gaze into the pretty eyes of the man I was betrothed to.This must be heavenly hell“What sort of sick games are you playing? I don't know you and I don't want you, why the fuck will you kidnap me?" I yell in rage.Tim gives me a look that would make the happiest child on earth run to his mother with tears in his eyes. The look he gives me makes me wonder if I'm actually an adult and not a naughty child getting scolded.“You were left stranded on the street, I decided to look after you from the goodness of my heart and this is the fucking thank you I get. Do you even know what would have happened to you if you slept on the street? Do you have a fucking idea of the dangers that I saved you from? I'm not surprised, a p
CHAPTER SEVEN | GRACE TO GRASSAMANDAThere is only one option left for me, and I'll gratefully do it. Heading back to Timothy Anderson's mansion in the evening, I'm happy to see that he is home.I don't give myself the chance to back out before rushing to him and going on my knees. “Will you marry me, Timothy Anderson?" Startled, he looks to his left, right and back thinking I might be talking to someone else. “Are you talking to me?" “Yes." He silently watches me with a smirk on his handsome face waiting for me to explain myself. Before I know it, I start rambling. “Please, marry me. I know I rejected you at first but that was only because I was blinded by love and couldn't differentiate good from bad. I genuinely thought Marcus was the best for me and you would be the worst thing that would happen in my life if I ever got married to you. If I knew you are this good looking, I wouldn't have thought twice before taking the chance to marry you. It is not everyday one gets the chan
CHAPTER EIGHT | A PERVERT AMANDA “You are my maid now. You can stay in the guest room, we'll discuss your payment tomorrow morning. I have coffee first thing in the morning and my breakfast must be ready before I leave for work. The house must always be sparkling clean with everything dusted, mopped or washed. You have the weekend off. You will accompany me whenever I need to travel and stay for a long time. Don't come into my room no matter what happens. Goodluck." I am left standing there, my mouth wide open due to the shock of the turn of events. Who would have thought that a billionaire heiress would turn into a maid in two days. Talk about falling from grace to grass. The pride I thought I flushed down the toilet turned out to be like one of those hard poops that always refuses to flush and floats in the toilet. I run after Tim and follow him into his room. “I am not going to be your maid, Tim. I am Amanda Wright not a fucking nobody. I won't do it, I'm too classy and good fo
CHAPTER NINE | USELESSAMANDAOn my way, I tripped on air and fall to my feet. It wouldn't have been that bad if not for the fact that I accidentally poured coffee on my hot boss beautiful face. Thank God I made it with tap water. “What the fuck is your problem? Are you trying to kill me you crazy bitch?" He yells as he hurriedly run to the his bathroom to clean off the coffee while I just watch him go like I am stuck in a trance. Well, that didn't go well. “I am so sorry, I don't know what is wrong with me." I cry as I hurriedly rush to my feet. It wasn't my intention to hurt him even though he is an asshole that deserves it. “You can't even walk properly, how then are you going to work perfectly." He says to himself. I try to help him clean off the coffee stain but one look for him makes me back down. Since it's obvious that I am not wanted, I decide to leave. “I will just go do other stuff." I inform him in a whisper. “Have you brought me my coffee…have I drank my coffee?" H
CHAPTER TEN | AND HE STILL DIDN'T FIRE ME AMANDAI nod my head and go straight to my chore. His table wasn't that dusty but the documents were dusty. I decided to give them a proper cleaning by dipping cleaning them with water and a rag so that the dust would go away. Half way through the process, Tim walks in and I got startled. The bucket of water I placed on the table is hit by my hand and tilts to the side. Before I can blink, everything on Tim's table is soaked in water. “What have you done?"Apologies and explanations start pouring out of my mouth immediately. “I am so sorry, I didn't mean to…I only wanted to clean the documents since they were so dusty. I am really sorry. I swear on my life, I didn't mean to do it." “I told you these are extremely important documents." He yells.I flinch, fat tears dropping down my eyes. “I know, I didn't mean to. I only wanted to clean them." “You wanted to clean them? You wanted to clean documents and the only thing your stupid brain coul
CHAPTER ELEVEN | KISS MEAMANDA“Growing up, I really didn't have anyone to teach me everything I am doing now. My mother wasn't mentally stable, my father was focusing on his own family and my stepdad was not even in the picture. I had two sisters so I had to grow up pretty quickly to be able to take care of them. I had to learn how to do all this myself." If there is one thing that moves any females heart faster than flowers, it is definitely a sob story from a hot bad guy. Every girl loves a bad boy with an ugly past. As if the fact that I wasn't already imagining things with him wasn't bad enough, I start picturing hugging him, patting his back, and whispering soothing words to his eyes after he tells me a little bit of his background. “Amanda, are you even listening to me?" He asks me.“Kiss me." Awkward silence is all I could hear after blurting that out…an awkward and tense silence that a knife can cut through. Why the fuck did I say that? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Amanda! E
CHAPTER TWELVE | THE ENGAGEMENT AMANDA “How about your mother? Where is she now." The atmosphere that was previously filled with love and good memories suddenly drops to a tense silence. The tense silence is so thick that I it would be as if I am trying to break psst a wall if I try to break it. Shit! I should have said anything. I would have noticed it was a sour topic for him if only I paid attention to him while he was talking. “You have a phone don't you?" He suddenly inquires after staying quite for a while. Slowly bringing my phone out if my pocket, I show it to him. “Yes, I do." “Then why don't you stop displaying your idiocy to the world and make use of it to learn basic things anyone in the world would know except a morally disabled bitch like you. I pay you to work for me and ask stupid questions." He walks out before I can process his words or react to them. I would kill that rude asshole if I can. But heaven knows I can't. Using my phone, I'm able to get somethi