In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 2

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 2

What a rude guy!

I saw people give way for him to go through.
Before I knew it, I was getting down from the Taxi, if no one bothered to put that rude man in his place, then I think I should!
“Hey!” I yelled, walking with fast pace, trying to meet up with him and his minions, “Hey!!!” People gasped as they realized I was actually going after the rude man!

I groaned in annoyance as I increased my pace more, and finally, I caught up to him and pushed him from his broad back, making him jerk forward, and Making his men turn to me with angry stares as if they wanted to attack, I have to admit, it scared me but I had to stand my ground.

I noticed how people shook their head in pity for me. But why?

“Leave it.” The so-called deaf rude man said as he turned around slowly, I raised my brows at him, and was about to lash out when I caught sight of his full facial view, I tried so hard to stop my jaw from dropping. He looked dashingly handsome in his very dark shade of glasses.

Did I just push a god?
What are you doing Becca! Stand your ground, give this pretty boy what he deserves.
“Who do you think you are? You can’t just knock down a little girl without saying sorry? I demand you say sorry now!” I said to him.
He slowly took off his glasses and handed it to one of his minions, he looked around and then his eyes turned to meet mine again.
“And why would I do that?” He asked, his voice and expression was void of any kind of emotion, not even a slight look of anger in sight!

I was beginning to feel intimidated. “W-well, it’s wrong! You have to apologise to the kid and her mom.” I said.

He scoffed and looked around for some seconds, a small crowd was beginning to form. Why weren’t they supporting me in this? Didn’t they see what happened?
Some people gave me the silly eye signal message to leave the issue, but no! Justice must be served!

“I’m not doing no d--n thing, so why don’t you turn around and head back to wherever the hell you crawled out from.” His voice was still calm and his face still showed no emotion.

Someone from the crowd gestured with his hand that I should just leave. But I didn’t listen.

“You know, I used to think that people like you only exist in movies, now- I’m pretty sure douchebags like you truly exist!”
He still remained expressionless. “Are you done?” He asked me.
“No I’m not! You really are so full of yourself, aren’t you? You need to realize your mistakes, you need to apologise to the kid, don’t you see she’s hurt?”
His eyes moved to an angle behind me. “She seems okay.” He said. “Now are you done?”

I was stunned by this, I took a quick look at the little girl to see that she was still sobbing and her mom was telling her to keep quiet.
“I can’t believe this, you’re such an idiot.” I didn’t know what else to say. “You have no common courtesy! Not even a little, just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you trample on the poor.”
He cocked a brow. “Do you need money?” He asked me.

I fumed. “What is that supposed to mean.”
He simply shrugged, his face blank. “You’re an a-----e! You’re such a rude inconsiderate b-----d-”
“I guess you’re done.” He took his shades back then slide it back on. He turned and began to walk away.

“Hey! Don’t be a freaking coward and apologize to the kid!” I dared to say.
He stopped and turned around, this time when he took off his glasses, his eyes were filled with anger. “You watch what you say to me.” His voice was deep and dark with anger.

I moved closer, standing in front of Mr pretty boy. “Or what? What. Can. You. Do?”
Ohhh… What are you doing Becca.
Immediately, just like a speed of light, my feet was off the ground, I realized one of the guards had swooped me up in his rough hands to his shoulder.

“Wh-what are you doing?!!! Put me down!!! Now!!!” I yelled, I threw weak blows at his back as we moved further away from the little girl. “Put me down you big -wide- backed man!!! Put me down this instant!”

Suddenly, I saw two limos stopping Infront of us, we stopped too and another man opened the limo door that I was soon thrown into.
They slammed the door shut!
What? No? What’s going on?

I tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge! Holy poo! What is happening?
“Let me out!” I hit the obviously tinted window. “Let me out you psychos!!!” I saw the pretty boy slide into another limo.
Suddenly we started to move!
“Help! Somebody help me please! Somebody help!!!!” I yelled through the window as everyone minded their own business, what the hell is going on with this town? Why is no one saying anything?
Fear began to rise in my chest.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?