Share

2...Fuck you...

Penulis: Queenjsteph
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-02-06 10:43:37

{Jason}

I waited patiently for the girl sitting in front of me to give a satisfying reply. Her mouth was slightly unclosed, bringing my attention to it for a brief second before returning my gaze to her eyes which were kinda like a gem shining at me through her glasses.

"You want me to be your wife" she said slowly. I could see she was trying to study me.

"Exactly." I replied sharply.

"So, wait." She gently pushed back her glasses with her fingers "I don't know shits about you and you don't know me from Adam, but then, you just suddenly wants me to be your wife?"

"Yes"

"Yes?" She repeated questioningly, widening her eyes at me.

I wanted to give an immediate response but I hesitated. My eyes went straight to her through her glasses. Something tells me this girl is just very suitable for the fake marriage.

She laughed for the nth time today, I mean, I've lost count on how many times she showed her pearly, straight teeth in a smile or laugh today.

"You know what I just want you to tell me now?" She said in between laughs. "I just want you to tell me you're kidding"

I tilted my head "Well, I can't tell you that"

"No, you have to. Like, come on, man! You really have got to be kidding me" she said loudly.

I looked around the cafe before ordering sternly;

"Lower the volume of your damn voice"

"You don't expect that to be easy right after you just told me that you want me to be your wife" Her voice was still loud.

"Its a job" I stated with a firm tone.

"A jo....." she trailed off to bring out a short humourless laugh "A job!" She chuckled dryly again before a frown made it's way to her face. "And what normal man views that as a job? Come on, that can't be called a job"

My lips parted, and I blinked once. Did she just throw an insult at me? By asking me what normal man views that as a job?

"Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I questioned aloud, annoyance evident in my tone.

"I never said that" She said immediately "But a normal man won't view marriage as a job" She mumbled, gesticulating with her hands as she talked.

And that was another insult. I clenched my fist tightly at my side but controlled my body to look relaxed on the chair. "I hate insults" I told her under my breath.

"Oh" She clicked her tongue "Good for you"

"You better watch your mouth young lady" I warned "You should be grateful I'm offering you a job like this" I said calmly.

She rose her brows "Really?" Her tone was slow.

"Yes, really. A lot of girls would die to get this job" I said with a glare.

She sat forward, placing her hands on the table. "Oh really now?"

I could get a clearer view of her eyes. They were really blue, moderately big and to be honest, they were beautiful.

"Why didn't you tell those girls dying to get the job to be your wife huh?" She asked, returning my glare. "I bet you have a lot of girls at hand, huh?"

"They are not suitable for the position" I answered and another laughter escaped her lips. She was getting on my nerves, adding more to the annoyance I feel.

"And...." There was a sassy smile playing on her lips "What makes them not suitable for the position?"

I clenched my jaw "You don't have to know"

"No, I wanna know" She said immediately.

"They can't abide by the rules" I answered.

She rose a brow "What rules?"

"My rules" I replied.

"Your rules" She repeated in a calm tone. She pressed a finger on her glasses, looking interested in the conversation. Maybe she will agree to this after all. She can't just turn this down. I don't want her to as that won't be good for someone like me with power, wealth and control. No girl ever turned me down, she's not gonna be the first.

"And what rules are we talking about here?" She asked, looking very curious.

"They are simple" I shrugged and I noticed her gaze went to my shoulders before returning back to my face "Being secretive, humble, managing feelings...."

She interrupted me "Managing feelings?"

"Yeah"

She stared at me, expecting an explanation.

"My wife can't fall in love with me no matter what happens" I said in simple words.

"And if she does?" She asked, her face showing how eager she was for an answer.

"We are ending the marriage immediately. I can't deal with someone having feelings for me in a marriage that should be strictly based on contract and duties"

"Duties?"

God, I never knew her inquisitive side was so strong.

"She must perform her wifely duties perfectly" I said, studying her and knew she was gonna ask more questions.

"What kind of duties?"

"Attending business parties with me, pretending to love me when we are out there, acting like the woman of my house to place it in order, help throw parties and...." I was getting tired of explaining "and so many other things"

"So uhm...." she paused to exhale "I'm curious now" she chewed her lips, looking a bit nervous "Does the wife duties involve...." she paused again but her hands were making demonstration "You know?" She cleared her throat, still demonstrating. Her right hand making a hole and the other finger going right into the hole. "When the man's thing enters the woman's thing...."

I rose a brow. I guess she mistook my expression as confusion, so she continued. "A man's long thing going into a woman's thing, I mean the man's organ does not necessarily have to be so long, but when it just enters that uhm..." she twisted her lips, thinking of a word to use "enters that hole"

I scratched the side of my forehead, tempted to smile as I clearly understood what she meant with that rushed explanation.

"You know what I'm saying, right?"

"Sex" I said bluntly, making her face go all red.

"You don't have to be so blunt" she avoided eye contact with me for a second. "This was the time I wished you'd just gave me your simple nod"

I hummed.

"So is your wife gonna be doing that too?" She asked, obviously eager for an answer.

"Well...." I shrugged "That depends on if she wants that as part of her duty" I answered making her curve up her lips in irritation.

"So if she wants it, you're gonna go for it"

"Yeah, without questions" I looked deep into her eyes "I love sex"

She coughed out loudly, her face turning red. "You don't have to tell me that" Her voice was squeaky.

"I should let you know." I said immediately "And I should also let you know that I can't keep fucking a girl for the rest of my life. That is eternal torture"

"So wait, hold on a sec, you are not gonna be sleeping with your wife alone?" She asked, her face still red, but I could see some anger deep in her eyes even through the glasses.

"Yeah, I can't do that" I simply answered.

"And..." she tilted her head "If your wife does not want it from you at all?" She asked.

"Want what?" I asked even when I clearly knew she was talking about sex.

She stared at me, her face so red. She pushed back her glasses and looked away briefly. It's kinda amusing how sex topic embarrasses her.

"You mean sex" I inputed bluntly "If she does not want sex from me?"

She nodded slowly.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip briefly. "I'm not gonna force her"

She adjusted her glasses for the nth time and sighed before making a remark "This is a crazy job."

"It's not too crazy" I mumbled, rolling my eyes nonchalantly.

She threw me a glare "Are you serious right now?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I answered back with a question.

She muttered a 'of course not' and sighed. "I can't go into a loveless marriage"

"Its a fake marriage, not something real and you even get bonuses" I said persuasively.

She stared at me with parted lips before scoffing loudly "And you still think I really wanna do it?"

I narrowed my eyes, studying her. Even through the glasses, I could see that her eyes had turned ferocious.

"Wait, you don't want the job?" I asked, finding it hard to believe she'd say no to the offer.

"A girl in her right senses will not accept this freaking marriage and call it a job!" Her voice had turned very hard.

"Stop being dramatic about this for fucks sake, people do this thing!" I whisper yelled.

"And I am not one of those people" She retorted sharply, her eyes getting harder. I almost didn't her recognize as the girl beaming at me minutes ago.

"You can't turn this job down" I whispered harshly looking around to check if had not gained unnecessary attention. "You really have to take it, you need the money and imagine the respect and connection you're gonna have in the business world when you become my wife"

She made a sound close to a scoff "You're talking like I don't actually have a choice"

"Come on!" I spread my hands on the table "You're a girl in desperate need of money, and I presented an easy way for you. If anything, I think you should be grateful, especially if you know who I am"

"I don't fucking care about who you are, dude"

I brought my head foward, looking more serious than ever "You. Should. Care" I said in whispers, drawling out each word.

"You know what?" She smiled sweetly, shaking her head slowly and when I thought she would say 'I'll be your wife', she said instead; "Fuck you!" Her smile wiped off after the curse. She rose from the seat, picked her bag "Fuck your job!" she turned around and I could hear her last curse before she finally walked off. "Fuck the marriage! And go to hell!"

And just like that, she started to walk out of the cafe, anger evident all over her face and clear in each steps she took.

Wait, is she really walking out on me?

Man, She is.

She just walked out on me.

Fuck.

Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi

Bab terbaru

  • Working For The Rich Playboy   89...Perfection...

    {Kelsie}I have been feeling my mum's questioning eyes on me ever since I entered the kitchen for breakfast. My mum staring at me is the least of my problems when I still have the clear erotic dream I had with Jason in it. I sat on the barstool to have my breakfast but I changed my mind when my mum kept staring fixedly at me.I took my meal to my bedroom, no one would stare at me there, but as my AMAZING luck would have it, I met my stepdad at the staircase giving me the same questioning stare my mum gave me. Can they all just stop? They way they have those big eyes on me makes me wanna cryyyyyy!!!For fuck sake, they should stop before I really starts to cry over the fact that I miss my husband so much. ***Going downstairs for anything, anything at all, was difficult for me to do. I stayed in my bedroom, curling up myself in a ball most of the time to think about my loving husband. Why am I even doing this to us? Okay, I remember, to save him from having a great heartbreak tha

  • Working For The Rich Playboy   88...Hope...

    {Jason} I assessed Kelsie, from her long, soft hair that I wanna run my fingers through, to her smooth thick thighs. I searched her blue eyes, they lacked the light that brightens them up, the glint of mischief I used to see has disappeared and that makes me sad. Kelsie was too quiet, too calm, too peaceful and it bothered me. I prefer the Kelsie that questions me, groans in irritation, yells out her annoyance, shows how pissed she is at me. Damn, I prefer the Kelsie that throws lots of curses at me. When Kelsie is being fierce, fighting me with her mean words, glaring at me, it makes me feel like things are normal, my life is not out of order. That is kinda insane, right? And very hilarious, but it is true. "Are you okay?" I asked, worried about her. "I am okay" That's not true at all, she looks hopeless. "You're not" I told her. She gazed away "Why are you here, Jason?" "I. . ." I frowned at myself "I don't know!" I said, still thinking about her question. "I gue

  • Working For The Rich Playboy   87...I need you...

    {Jason}When I woke up, I knew instantly that something was off somewhere. I scanned the room and saw that Kelsie wasn't there. Something tells me that what happened last night was gonna change a lot of things but I don't want to believe that until I saw a note on the bedside table which says:'I'm sorry I left. I just can't do this anymore, you are too good for meKelsie' I crumbled the paper in my hand, feeling like I'm about to burst. She does not have to leave. She does not have to leave. She does not have to. . . .Fuck!!{Kelsie}Things happened so fast that I can't handle it anymore. Maybe it didn't happen that fast, maybe it's just the complicated me thinking it did. My phone beeped and I glanced at it, just as expected, it was Jason who had sent another message. He has called and sent numerous message. 'Where are you?''Please tell me you're okay' 'Kelsie, why'd you leave?' 'We need to talk' 'I miss you, babe''Please just tell me you're okay''Call me if you need

  • Working For The Rich Playboy   86...Under the table...

    {Kelsie}The shock of my life? Jason being serious about the words; 'I love you'Yeah, that's shocking---and scary. There are so many girls he could have fallen in love with, perfect girls that fate would have paired him with, but he had told me he loved me instead of the other girls. I can't love him in the right way, I would end up breaking his heart just the way I did with the other guys. I can't keep a love relationship for a long time, especially with someone that loves me the way Jason does. Matt loved me, and I left him right after breaking his beautiful heart, God bless the guy, he was so good to me. Now, Jason is in love with me, I would leave him too one day. My mum was right when she said I wasn't all that understanding. It's why I can't form a good lasting relationship with the guys I've dated. Maybe Jason is still confused about his feelings. It's probably just lust messing up his brain. I know that it's been a while he's had sex with a girl, maybe after releasing

  • Working For The Rich Playboy   85...I want more...

    {Jason}I was feeling that heat again, not the sexual one, I'm not always horny. It's the heat of anger. "You shouldn't have let this happen!" I hissed at the two women standing in front of me, and man, I was missing my wife already. Her magical presence and that amazing coffee would have calmed me down a bit, but she does not work here anymore. She is now my wife. "I am so sorry sir" The two women chorused. I clenched my fist, trying hard not to yell at them. "We are sorry sir" I don't think I can actually stay quiet anymore. "Fuck your sorrys" I cursed not giving a damn about their wince. I wanted to say more, spit out more curses but I remembered Kelsie again. If she is here to hear the venom in my voice as I throw curses at my employees, she would be displeased. "You know how much I hate failures" I stated my usual sentence firmly and they nodded quickly. "You both should have known how much I hate. . .delays!" "We are sorry, Mr Storm" They mumbled with their eyes on the g

  • Working For The Rich Playboy   84...Sexual...

    {Kelsie}Jason was surprised to see me, no doubt and even I was surprised I ended up at the door of his bedroom. I never knew I was that bold to do something like that, but I guess having a lustful mind can make you courageous to do crazy things. My hot husband had a flirtatious look in his eyes as he regarded my short night wear that barely hid some certain parts of my body. His cheeks turned pink as his eyes traced the shape of my breasts in admiration. I expected him to ask me a question like, 'what are you doing here?' But he didn't. "Are you not gonna ask me what I'm doing here?" I asked as I reached the front of his bed. "You are my wife, Kels" He folded his big strong arms across his hard broad chest. "I shouldn't be asking a question like that when we should be sharing a bedroom in the first place"I twisted my lips, feeling my cheeks heat up fast as I knew he was right. He strode towards me, his gaze moving from my hair down to my legs. I felt nervous and my heart was

Bab Lainnya
Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status