Chapter 7

THE MEETUP 2

Charles's POV ❤️

I was totally nervous.

Why was I nervous?

Where did all the excitement go? My confidence too, was gone.

It's way easier when the girl is into you and you don't have to do anything, only to fuck her brain out, but this was totally different.

This was way different.

The elevator signalled our arrival at the ground floor and opened. I was too nervous to move.

She is only a female, so why was I acting this way? I have dealt with so many females that I was starting to get bored of them. I was never really in love with any of them, they wanted one thing from me and that was my money and I got what I wanted too - sex.

So why was I scared of this one? I knew she was special, she is totally different from the rest, I just knew it. My instincts told me and it was never wrong. I got out of the elevator and ordered Mr.Tusch to stay in.

Before I got out, I searched for her with my eyes. There she was.

If she told me to stop my dream project, I was definitely going to do it. I chuckled at myself.

This girl was driving me crazy.

Something else caught my eyes. It was that guy I saw her with that day. I didn't even bother to ask Mr. Tusch about him. That same feeling I had that day resurfaced again. I was angry and totally jealous. I couldn't take it anymore.

I watched them further and they were having a sort of misunderstanding. Were they fighting? Were they about to breakup?

Gosh! Why was thinking this way?

I pray they break up though.

He handed her a t-shirt and they kept on talking, I wish I could read their lips from where I was standing.

He was getting too close to her and touchy that I couldn't help myself.

On impulse, I opened the door and I found her holding a microphone. I couldn't stop staring at her. She wasn't even mine, well...not yet. I was definitely going to make her mine.

Everyone stopped talking and was shocked to see me, including her. Did my presence affect them this much? Or maybe they were looking at something else?

I turned around and saw about 10 of my bodyguards with me.

What?

I have never felt embarrassed about them following me like this before. I knew it was their duty to protect me, but sometimes I'd love to be left alone and now was that time. I needed to be left alone. Wasn't I allowed to breath? I wanted privacy. Well, there goes my first impression.

Just go with the flow Charles...

Everyone happened to be staring at me but I had my eyes on one person.

I just couldn't take my eyes off her, I hoped I didn't come out as intimidating and fearful, that was something I didn't want.

My bodyguards may have ruined that. I hope she isn't too scared.

I was finally in front of her and she moved closer to that guy.

This guy again.

I had to get rid of him as soon as possible.

If I wanted to have her all to myself, if I wanted to make her mine, I will have to get rid of him. But how? I couldn't kill him, neither could I kill a person so that was out of the question. I had to get rid of him somehow and fast.

She leaned closer to him and it made my blood boil. That does it.

The next thing I said shocked everyone, including myself.

"How much do you want?"

What was I saying?

I was totally jealous. I wanted to apologize immediately as she was looking at me with disgust. This wasn't how I pictured it. Maybe I wanted to prove myself, prove that I was far better than her dirty little poor man. I had more things than he had. I was wealthier, sexier, more handsome, to name a few but I don't mean to brag about me.

"I don't like to repeat myself. Tell me your price immediately, I've better things to do."

I didn't know why I was lying, all I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with her.

Why couldn't I stop saying these things? I didn't mean any of them.

"You're not going to talk?"

I just wanted to hear her speak, I wanted to know what her voice sounded like. I am sure it was going to be as pretty as she was.

"You're really wasting my time."

What was I saying?

Even if she didn't hate me before, she was definitely going to now. I needed to stop this.

"I'll give you an offer. Five million dollars."

I slapped my self mentally.

What was I saying?

There was no way she was ever going to accept my offer.

"Is she mute?"

Oh no! I didn't mean that.

I hated the way she looked at me when I asked her boyfriend that question and it made her face scrunch a bit.

She was definitely not having this right now.

"I refuse."

I got excited when I heard her voice and I was right, her voice did sound sweet.

It was so soft and comforting even though she was angry at me, and even more, I was happy when she refused my offer.

She looked fierce now, never taking her eyes off mine.

She was ready to protect the forest and its inhabitants. I was glad she stood her ground, and wasn't easily swayed by my words and money.

She really is different.

"How dumb can one be? I'm offering you an amount you'll never be able to make in your life time and you dare refuse it? Well I don't blame you. I blame your mentality. I couldn't expect anything more from a pauper like you. Poor mentality and poor mindset. I blame myself for coming out here to address you. I should have just called the police..."

Oh wow... just wow. Way to go Charles...

Why didn't I stop talking?

I deserved what happened next.

She looked at me with pure disgust.

She definitely hates me.