chapter 5-- All men are bastards

Levi

“I was doing just fine,” I said to Richard as soon as he closed the car door behind me even though I was still shaken by what had almost happened to me.

“Right…” he said dryly as he turned on the engine.

“You have no right to be sarcastic or upset, you lied and took advantage of me, this is all your fault”

“And I apologized!”

I snorted “Oh, how nice. I feel so much better now,” I huffed, folding my hands around my chest and looking away.

Hate did not begin to describe what I felt for this man.

I knew it was irrational to be so angry but I couldn't help it.

Rich people always acted like they were immune to consequences and I was over it.

I had been over it for the last ten years.

“I don't know, maybe a fucking thank you!”

He said.

I had to pause my anger to replace it with the disbelief I felt.

Slowly, I turned to look at him.

“You think I owe you a thank you?” I asked in a dangerously calm voice, the voice I used when I was trying to rationalize with someone before I went off on the.

“Yes,”

I could literally feel my pulse thrumming with unnatural quickness.

“You know what those men could have done to you if I hadn't followed you here?” He was also angry which absolutely confused me because there was only one person with the right to be angry between the two of us and it definitely wasn't his sorry fucking ass.

“Nothing! Because if you hadn't lied to me, we wouldn't be fucking here!”

“I said I was sorry. What do you want from me?”

“A plane ticket back home would be nice,” I said.

He went silent.

“No,” he said after a while.

“Excuse me?*

*You heard me, Lexi. I said no. That's a company expense I'm not willing to pay plus you are still under my employ.”

There was no way in hell I was hearing right.

An image of me yelling at Rhea and Eve crawled its way to my mind.

“You know what? Let me down here,”

I snapped, deciding I couldn't take his bullshit anymore.

“What?” he asked, glancing at me for only a second before looking back at the road.

He frowned, concern and disbelief etched on his handsome face that I had come to hate.

“Stop the car. I'm not dealing with this shit anymore.” I hurled.

“I'm not stopping the car in the middle of traffic, Are you insane”

“The hell you won't,” I spat before turning and opening the door.

“Oh, mh God, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Stop the car or I'll jump out.”

He stared at me with shock.

“Are you insane?”

“I'm counting to ten. If you don't park the fucking car, I'll jump and when the police finds me, I'll then you pushed me,”

“One,” I began to count.

“Two,”.i slipped my legs out.

“Okay, okay, close the door, I'll park the car,” he said calmy

Richard pulled the car over to the side of the road with a sharp sigh, his hands gripping the steering wheel like he was resisting the urge to throttle me.

"Happy now?" He asked, voice laced with frustration.

I slammed the door shut and turned to face him, "ecstatic,”

He let out an exasperated sigh, his jaw ticking with annoyance. “So, what do you plan on doing now? Walking back to New York?”

“None of your business,”

“Well, on the contrary, it is. I brought you here, you are my responsibility. I can't just let you wonder off to God knows where, I had to fucking save you from those miscreants only ten minutes ago”

“Oh, get over yourself already.” I snapped.

He let out another sigh as he came out of the car.

“This is ridiculous. I have a meeting in an hour, a meeting you are supposed to be present in, let's just go back to the hotel and work something out,”

“Absolutely not, I don't want anything to do with a man that thinks it's funny to play with people's lives. or feelings," I said, just looking at him made me want to break something.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. I could tell he wasn't used to this type of back and forth.

Of course he wasnt, he was wealthy and spoiled.

“Look, I'm not doing this back and forth anymore,”

he said as if restraining himself from doing something he would regret.

“Then leave,”

“I can't do that because you are under my protection and I am obligated to protect you. Look, we have only two days to spend in the hotel. You don't have to be my personal assistant but you'll go back to New York with me when I leave on Saturday, let's not prolong this anymore than we have to,”

I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "You think I want to spend another second in your presence?"

"Want to or not, it doesn't matter," Richard said, his tone firm. "You're stuck with me until we get back. So stop acting like a child and get in the car.”

I wanted to scream, yell but I knew when it was right.

Two days wasn't so bad, I could deal with that. Besides, if I can just reach one of my friends, I can guilt trip them into buying me a plane ticket.

This was all their fault after all.

A sigh escaped my lips. I had no choice at this point but to follow him.

“Fine,”

A look of relief washed over him.

“But, I'm not spending a second past two days with you,”

“We'll see about that,” he smirked, his eyes shining with mischief.

I frowned. I should have asked what he meant by that but I didn't want to continue the conversation with him.

All men were bastards but Richard Whitewood?

He was the number one bastard on my list.

“Now, was that so hard?” He asked as he started his engine again.

I didn't bother to look over at him or dignify him with a response. I just wanted to sleep and forget about today.