CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE : I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He snarled, as he stopped moving inside me.

“I wanted to remove your shirt. You always wear it, whenever we are together,” I said hesitantly, surprised by his anger.

“What I choose to wear when I’m fucking you is none of your concerns, only mine,” he voice strained with venom, his eyes flaring with rage with every word that came out of his mouth.

“Why? What's so wrong with removing your shirt?

I’m stark naked as the day I was born beneath you, so why can’t you also do so, huh?” I said but received no reply from him, except his heavy breathing, and clenched jaw—so I continued.

“It feels weird, you know. It’s not normal at all.

And it makes me feel…”

“I give no fucks about how you feel when I’m fucking you.

I don’t damn fucking care. You mean nothing to me, so you can feel angry, degraded, or whatever you want, but know one thing—‘I don’t care.’

I paid for this, you—I paid for you. I paid for you to give your body to me whenever I want, and not the other way around, so get that into your head.

Don’t think you have even an ounce of right to question me. And never, I repeat never try to touch me ever again.

Do you get that into your head Leah?” He roared angrily.

His eyes blazed with violence, and you could feel his temper rising with every second I kept quiet.

“Yes sir,” I muttered. My vision was clouded with tears.

This was the first time he called me by my name and not by a baby girl. That alone spoke a lot about his anger.

He slipped his now limp dick out of me, and he walked to the bathroom of the hotel, shutting the door loudly with a bang as he entered. A few minutes later, the noise of water came out.

I cried slowly, hoping he would not be able to hear my sobs from where he was.

He did it again, degraded me and indirectly called me a prostitute, and that—that hurt worse than his anger.

I hadn’t meant to kill the mood, or make him angry. It was just a curious action, I guess I got ahead of myself by his closeness.

There would never be anything good between us except sex, nothing else ever.

———

I walked into the Harnes mansion the next day.

My eyes still swollen from crying the whole night.

Ethan later came out of the bathroom last night, but he dressed up and went straight out of the hotel room, coming back only this morning where he dismissed me to go home.

“Hold that carefully. That costs more than you can ever earn in your whole miserable life,” Vivian shouted furiously at a poor girl, who ducked her head down muttering sorry ma, as she walked away.

“What’s going on?” I asked in surprise, seeing the whole mansion decorated.

“Oh Leah. You finally decided to grace us with your humble presence. I was thinking you have already left your poor mother to die” Vivian said sarcastically when she sighted me. Her eyes gazed at me with resentment as she took in my form standing beside the door.

“What do you mean by that,” I asked with fury.

She scoffed at my question. “The hospital called home last night while you were probably whoring around. Your mother fell into a coma, and her chemotherapy had to be stopped till she unfortunately comes around,” she said casually, her tone biting with disgust.

My eyes flared in shock and my chest pounded heavily against my heart.

“What? What do you mean she fell into a…coma?” I questioned, feeling lightheaded like a rug had just been pulled out of my feet.

“Ohhh you are worried now, aren’t you?” She mocked.

“They claimed they called you severally last night but your line was not reachable so they had to call the house line.

The doctor said that a surgery date has to be arranged for her as soon as possible, because there is no progress with the therapy.

I have already informed the hospital that I am pulling my funds out,” she said sternly.

“What do you mean you are pulling the funds Vivian?

We had a contract,” I asked angrily.

“What contract are you talking about Leah?” She said with a chuckle, making me frown in confusion.

“You should really learn to read papers well before signing.

The contract we had was that I’ll pay for her treatment only throughout her stay in the hospital excluding any potential surgery.

And as far as I am concerned, I have fulfilled the end of my deal,” she said smugly.

My hands clenched at my sides, with my fingers digging into the soft skin of my palm.

“What do you want, Vivian?” I asked in resignation, already willing to fall and play along to whatever game Vivian was currently playing.

It was my mothers life we were talking about. She might have not been the best mother, being too foolish, and falling for a man who did not give two shits about her even going as far as giving her entire inheritance to him which he later handed over to his new mistress, leaving me with nothing. But she was still my mother, the woman who birthed me.

“Now you are talking Leah. You have grown so smart already,” she started, a wide smile breaking on her face.

“I have a new contract drafted, and it states ‘I will provide whatever expenses Anita Harnes—your mother might need for her surgery as long as her daughter—Leah Harnes, marries Xavier Kingsley,” she said coldly, her dark eyes piercing into mine.

“So Leah, it seems we have to push your wedding dates up, and get you married as soon as possible.

And as you can see, today apparently is your engagement ceremony.”