Chapter 3: My Fiancée!

The video continued to play on her phone. The more Amelia watched it, the weaker her knees became.  She edged backwards until her back hit the wall. She slid to the floor, allowing the phone to fall out of her hands. 

This had to be some sort of bad dream.

They were topping the most searched on the internet; trending for the absolutely wrong reasons!

Their obscene videos were boldly out on social media, for just anyone to watch. 

Her mouth ran dry.  

"I had no idea that you were such a hoe until I saw the videos..." Henry's words rang in her head, over and over again. Tears pooled in her eyes and streamed down her face as soon as she blinked. 

What was going on? She didn't even have any memory of entering this man's room, neither did she remember doing any of the things as seen in the video.

It was clear in the video that he didn't force himself on her, as she willingly did most of the dirty stuff. 

"Hunter Chase?" She muttered. 

He eyed her, "I'm not surprised that you know my name."

"I saw your name below our pictures and videos online. Apparently, no one knows who I am yet"

"We don't have much time left to—"

The doorbell rang, and they exchanged a shared glance. 

"Put yourself in order, now. Comb out your hair and wipe off that weird look from your face!" He hissed, throwing on his shirt, as he buttoned it up. 

The bell rang again. This time, it was louder, and he walked over to the door, opening it slightly. 

She didn't know who he was talking to on the other side of the door. Then, he spun around, shutting the door behind him. 

"Get into that bathroom and make use of the hairbrush. I don't need you looking like a mess when we walk out there."

She stared at him, numb. Her feet was still rooted to the same spot. 

"Are you deaf? We'll be leaving this place in less than five minutes. I want you to appear as normal as possible! Now, go and get ready!" He ordered through clenched teeth. 

"What's going on now?"

He threw his hands in the air, irritated, "The Paparazzi is here!"

That was all it took to send Amelia running into the bathroom. She stood in front of the large mirror, staring back at her reflection. Her eyes were swollen and red, while her cheeks were puffy. She picked up the hairbrush from the counter and started to run it through her hair. 

"Aren't you done?" The man from the other room asked.  

"Soon!" She shot back, as she decided that wrapping her hair in a loose bun was way better than allowing it fly about her face. She joined Hunter in the other room again.  

Hunter eyed her. 

He didn't know her enough to trust her. Hell no, he didn't know her at all!

So, he was not going to leave her behind when he walked out of this room.

 He didn't want to take any chances by allowing her to face the press on her own. She could end up damaging his reputation, way worse than it already was.

"What's your name?" He asked. 

"Er...er?"

"Are you always this slow? What is your name?" He asked in a louder voice. 

"Amelia." She said, "Amelia Ross." 

She picked up her phone. There was a text notification across the screen. It was from her father. 

It read, "I am very disappointed in you.  Come home immediately!"

She frowned. 

Who would ever believe her that she was as confused as everyone else was? 

Hunter rapped his fingers against the door twice. Immediately, there was a response as someone on the other end knocked twice as well. He yanked the door open and two huge men, wielding weapons walked in. 

"Hello, Boss!" They greeted. 

"What's the status of things on the outside?" Hunter asked with impatience. 

"The paparazzi has doubled in number. Podcasts are already aired about the situation and the entrance of the hotel has been blocked." One of them explained. 

"We're using the back exit, Right?" He asked. 

"Unfortunately, no." They said, "The news reporters have completely surrounded the entire building."

"Oh. Sh*t. Damon didn't say this"

"We could still walk through the main exit. Damon sent down more security and they are out there. They will protect you, Boss." The dark skinned security guard said.

"Let's get out!" Hunter was already headed for the door when someone tugged at his arm, pulling him back.  

"Are we walking through paparazzi?" Amelia asked. 

"Obviously! Do you expect us to vanish into thin air? That's impossible when our nudes can be assessed by literally anyone online."

Amelia opened her mouth to speak, and she shut it again, clasping his right hand. 

Hunter's anger grew. 

The media now had a false image about him and Amelia, he was not going to do anything to change anyone's mind. 

"No matter what happens, keep your lips shut. Understood?" He asked Amelia, pulling her with him as he walked out of the room.  

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"Hunter Chase!" A loud voice yelled from the crowd as Hunter walked out of the building. Amelia clung to his arm, looking downwards. Security guarded them heavily, restricting the crowd from getting close to them. 

Blinding flashlights from multiple cameras clicked from every angle.

"Mr. Chase! Was that really you in the leaked sex tape?"

"Was it framed?"

"Mr. Hunter, is this a publicity stunt for your upcoming project?"

"What do you have to say about the videos?"

The press threw questions at him as they pushed through the crowd and made their way to the private car that was parked a distance away. 

For once, Hunter was grateful that he had security. He couldn't bear to imagine how these hungry paparazzi would have pounced on him and Amelia if they weren't guarded by security. 

 "Who was the woman in the video?"

 "Is she your latest sex toy? Should we expect a different woman with you soon?" 

Hunter heard that particular question amidst the hundreds of questions that were thrown at him, and he halted in his tracks. 

His eyebrows arched in a deep frown as he looked at the eager faces in the crowd.

There was one thing Hunter Chase never did ever since he became a billionaire, and that was to womanize. It was a complete waste of time and money for him. 

"A different woman?" He said aloud, still glaring at the crowd. 

"Yes!" An excited voice yelled back in response. "Everyone in California knows that you're wealthy enough to have any woman in your bed. Is she one of your numerous sex toys?"

Hunter jerked his head sideways to get a better look at Amelia who was still clutching onto his arm. Her brows were raised, and her eyes blazed with anger. 

An idea popped into his head, and he decided to ride with it. This was his chance of fixing things, right in the presence of the people who were so bent on making it worse. 

"This woman is not my sex toy!" He announced through clenched teeth, "She is the love of my life!" He blurted. 

He refused to allow the press to place unnecessary allegations of him being a womanizer, not when he had worked so hard to build a solid and spot-free reputation. 

A hush swept through the crowd, and silence fell. Cameras were rolling and more pictures were being taken. 

Hunter let out a sharp breath, before he cleared his throat noisily, wrapping his arm around Amelia's shoulder. 

Amelia shot a confused stare at him, but he ignored her. 

"I want to seize this opportunity to apologize to the public for the disturbingly obscene video that has been making rounds on the media. The woman besides me is my fiancée, and not a sex toy!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd and clapping ensued.

"I will make sure I get to the root of this, and find out who had planted the secret camera which captured the intimate moments of my fiancée and I, until then, I will like to lay low." He said with a smile, looking down at Amelia again. 

Shit head! Amelia fumed as his eyes bored into hers.  

 He lowered his head towards hers, still smiling. 

"I am so sorry, but this is the only solution I could think of." He whispered next to her ears.

Then, he pulled away from her, cupped her face with his two hands, and crashed his lips onto hers. A bolt of electricity ran through Amelia as his lips claimed her. 

He withdrew almost immediately and turned to face the crowd. 

"My Fiancee and I will need all the privacy we can get on this issue!" Hunter announced into the shocked crowd, as he snaked an arm around Amelia's waist and led her to the waiting car. 

Only one word danced in Amelia's head. 

Fiancée?

Did this stranger just announce to the world that she was his Fiancee?