In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 20

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 20

Rebecca’s pov

Day 2

I’m on a mission! A mission to frustrate the hell out of Emeliano Alfredo. I had my fair share of crying last night, I had enough time and space to think for a while.

Crying Infront of Emeliano would only infiltrate his stupid ego, it would only make him think that he had broken me.

But guess what?
I won’t allow him to win, I’ll have my revenge and I’ll make him pay for what he said and did to me… I won’t cry Infront of him, I won’t tell him to apologise, no I won’t! I won’t let him know that his words affected me to the core.
I’ll act normal.

Although it would be difficult, cause anytime I see his face, I just get drawn back to the awful experience.

But if this would be my only way of getting out of here, I’d do it.

So here I am, dressed in a maroon knee length official gown, my hair was held high in a pony tail and my wedge heels increased my height a little bit, but trust me when I say I wasn’t close to reaching Emeliano’s height.

I didn’t bother to put on make up cause I didn’t like it. Not even a little bit.
With one last look at the mirror, I came out of Emeliano’s bathroom and waited for him to come grab his car keys and whatever he would need for work.

And just on cue, the door opened, revealing a dressed up frowning Emeliano. His suit was a roll up suit so it added swag to his professional attire, his trousers were the same color as his suit, dark blue- but instead, his trousers looked like jeans and his footwear was not professional at all, he wore white converse, matching with his inner white shirt.

In all, he looked like a model straight from vogue’s magazine. His style looked really professional, yet bad boy ish.
“Are you ready?” I asked him when he strolled pass me, completely ignoring my presence.

“What do you mean?” He asked without looking at me, as he picked up his car keys and his wallet.

“Are you ready for work?” I asked again.
This time, Emeliano turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe, lingering on my exposed legs for a bit before looking back at my eyes and clearing his throat in a dramatical way.

“Yes… And why are you dressed like that?” He asked me.
“I’m coming with you.”
He frowned. “No you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”
“And I said no.”
” And I said yes. ”
Emeliano muttered something under his breath. “What the Bleep is wrong with you! Why do you want to come with me?”
“That’s because I’ll get bored, and tired,” I moved closer to him. “Today’s the second day of my stay here, and I want to spend all of it with you.”

“Excuse me?” He took a step back, his eyes dancing with confusion.

“You heard me, pretty boy. If I’m going to spend fourteen days with you- I should at least, know you… Right?”

“Wrong. You’re not coming with me. Because I don’t want you to.”
“But I want to come with you.” I retorted back.

“What are you up to?” He asked me.
“Nothing. What can a poor church girl like me possibly do to you?” I asked him.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Rebecca, I don’t have time for this.” He moved to the door.

I felt my stomach jump. Why the hell does my stomach do weird things anytime he calls my name in full? I don’t get it?
I followed him shortly after. “Please… Let me come with you? Please.”

“The answer’s still no.” He said, moving out of the mansion as I followed him.

“Please.”
“No.”

With fast pace, he walked to the direction of his garage, at least that was what it looked like.

“Please.”
“No.”
“Please Emeliano.”

“No.”
“Why?”
“Get back inside the house.” He said, pressing a code on some keypad attached to the garage door and suddenly, the door opened slowly.

“Let me come with you.”
“No.”
“Come on!”
“No.”