"Who the hell let this woman into my office?" He screamed, his voice making me flinch.
The secretary tensed, her eyes fearful as she stared at me and then at him.
"You're fired!" He snarled, "Get the f**k out!"
The lady quickly scampered away, tears in her eyes and I felt so bad I was the cause of the sudden loss of her job
He walked up to me and I flinched as he arrogantly threw some bills at my face.
"This is what you want. Right? You slut!"
I drew my gaze to the ground fighting the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes. Clenching my fists, I watched as the dollar bills flew all over the place.
"I didn't come here for this. I'm not a golddigger. I only come here to tell you I'm pregnant with your child." I managed to say in a raspy voice.
He scoffed, "Oh really? I thought that's what all sluts and golddiggers wants. I know the likes of you. Always coming here to pin their bastards on me, all for what? Money!" He growled.
I flinched as his words pierced through me like a dagger. I slowly took some steps back and his voice stopped me
"The next time I set my eyes on you, I'll make sure I kill you. Foolish golddigger!"
My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, unable to bear the wrath of his words.
My tears finally ran down my cheeks and I dashed out of the office. This was a mistake. A huge, huge mistake. What was I thinking about coming here? I've never been so embarrassed in all my life.
I ran out of the building, my face down, to hide my tears from the public. To think I went through the trouble of searching all over for him only to be called a slut!
I didn't know he was 'the' Jason Richmond, Billionaire CEO of Sterling Group and the country's sweetheart. I didn't even know he was getting married until I saw him on the news.
I slumped on a wall nearby and held my face in my hands. If only my godforsaken fiance has not cheated on me with Annie my best friend. I wouldn't be in this dilemma.
I remember that fateful day. The day I met him. The day we had sex.
The sun was scorching hot as I strolled into the amusement park admiring the kids laughing and having fun. This was the perfect place to escape the harsh reality I had just dealt with. This was the exact park I always frequented when I was a kid before Dad made us relocate to a different City...
I walked in, towards the spot where they sell drinks, "I need a chilled margarita with lemon," I told the lady behind the counter.
I looked around me watching the kids playing, but as I glanced up, I couldn't help but notice a tall figure standing alone at the far end of the halls watching an artwork. He seemed to be a young man, standing there and watching the painting with a look I couldn't decipher.
From behind, I could see his broad shoulders, his toned arms, and the way his shirt clung to his back. His hair looked tousled, and he had an air of confidence about him. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach as I watched him. There was something about him that was just so... magnetic.
A thought immediately came to my mind, "Fuck it!" I muttered
"Excuse me," the lady frowned, handing me my drink.
"Oh, sorry, I wasn't talking to you," I flashed her a sweet smile, "I'd need another of these," I gestured to the drink.