Taming the Playboy Billionaire Alpha Next Door

Chapter 2

/Zoe/

As I approach, the companion with whom he was conversing goes away, and Henry's attention is no longer held by the other person.

It is possible for them to get it back; this was an error.

While he is undressing me with his gaze, I might as well be naked. However, with this particular instance, he does not appear to be as disgusted as he normally does. I feel a chill run up my neck, but I don't let myself back down from the challenge. He will not emerge victorious.

When my voice finally decides to start working again, I announce to Henry that not all of us are concerned with what other people think.

But despite the fact that he smiles, there is nothing nice about it. Damn those lips. As he does so, he rubs his hand through his wet hair. "Most definitely, you do not."

To express my fury, my stomach tightens. No, I'd rather be wet than do that.

As is my custom, I add, "Well, it was nice talking to you as usual."

"What is it that you are looking for?"

Is it okay?

"You made your way over to me." As he leans against his vehicle, he allows the rain to fall like a waterfall down his body.

It is very hot.

He is parked in a spot that is not designated for anyone else to use. As a result of the fact that both his mother and father are solicitors, his financial situation would not even be affected if he were to be penalised.

At some point, I end up saying, "I was walking home."

"By way of me?"...

Despite the fact that I am better than that, there is a ghost joke hidden somewhere in there.

Your vehicle is parked in a way that is inconvenient. Once more."

You are a very bright and beautiful woman. In spite of the fact that rain is currently falling on his face, he continues to remark, "I am confident that you will be able to find a way to walk around it." One side of his eyes are obscured by his hair, which is longer on top.

I have just saw a woman that you have not yet had s****l relations with entering the library. I had the impression that you had pursued her before I arrived at your location.

His arrogant half smirk forms a dimple on his cheek. I try not to stare at it. “Actually, I have slept with her.”

Gross. I can’t believe I ever thought of asking him for a trip home.

“Well, that’s great for you. Now, if you’ll allow me, I’ll let you and your herpes go find new prey.”

“You are so transparent, Zoe. You are acting as if you are superior to everyone else by walking around here. "The poor girl who is able to afford her loans and scholarships."

To tell you the truth, I couldn't care less about what he thinks of me, and I'm not shameful about where I come from. If it weren't for the scholarship and loans, I would not have been able to afford to attend this university; nonetheless, he is talking about it as if I were eating out of garbage cans and sleeping with my professor.

"Henry, I may not be wealthy, but at least I have the ability to decide what my future holds. When will you be able to start working at the law practice that your father owns? Falling in line is going to be a lot of fun, I'm sure of it.

Additionally, I have become a flaming snob as well. I despise the fact that he treats me in this manner. Only five days were enough for him to break me. Until that time, I had been a civil person. At this point, all I want to do is hit him over the head multiple times with a mace and my words whenever I come across him.

But what does the future hold for you? Having a boring s****l encounter with your husband, who is a mechanic, while working in a greasy café. There is a twitch in his eye, but I am not sure whether it is because he is feeling regret over what he has spoken or because water is falling down his face.

My uncle is a mechanic, and he is the person who became responsible for my upbringing. Henry is such a naive and obtuse individual.

I make my hands into fists, but I won't use them because I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his remarks affect me.

What he wants to say about me is OK, but he cannot speak about my family.

"Even so, that is a lot better than what your future bride has in store for you, waiting for you to come home from a day that will break your heart by playing the role of your father, only to find out the moment you walk through the door that she married the devil.

What exactly am I trying to say? I don't think you have a soul.

His eyes are lifeless and bored as he observes me. "Are you done with it then?"

My desire is that I had never begun. Every time he looks at me with his cocky face and attitude of superiority, I find myself being drawn in. The amount of money that someone has is irrelevant to me. Despite the fact that his parents are intimidating, high-profile lawyers who represent even more wealthy and corrupt individuals, I am not scared by them.

Due to the nature of Henry's parents, he is able to get away with a lot of things. Individuals violate the norms and give in to his demands. What he desires, he is able to obtain. I absolutely cannot stand it.

"Please forgive me, but would you mind repeating what you just said? I say, "I didn't hear you over the yawning that was going on."

I need to get back to being myself since I've reverted back to being a child.

In order to prevent Henry from responding, I raise my hand to my ear and mute him. "That's enough. I am completely at a loss to explain why I thought it would be a good idea to ask from you for anything. Put it out of your mind."

"Hold on." As his eyes begin to fill with a sense of life, he forces himself to get out of his car and moves closer to the person. I was wondering what you were going to ask me.

He is comparable to the villains that appear in Stephen King's novel Doctor Sleep. My sanity is being drained by him, rather than the 'gift' that he is taking from youngsters. It appears to be the single thing that he does love doing.

It is impossible for him to be that interested in the ladies he sleeps with because I never hear him in the bedroom. He never utters their names in any instance.

There is a possibility that he is unfamiliar with them.

Even when the rain starts to fall like a cascade and bounces off of his shoulders, he does not flinch since he is so focused on me. It is almost as if he is completely oblivious to it.

Although I was going to inquire as to whether or not you had taken all of your medications today, I can see that you have not done so.

"You want me to drive you home," I explained.

A calculated estimate is what it is. We live next door to one another, and the rain is falling like a typhoon right now.

I'd rather get picked up by a serial murderer than hitchhiking in the desert.

It is a shrug. It is my knowledge that this serial killer has access to some excellent legal assistance. I'm willing to even work for free.

I think to myself, "You don't have a licence to practise yet, prick," and then I walk away from him, heading straight into the thunderstorm ahead of me. My teeth are clenched and I am fuming as I make my way past his pretentious dark grey Porsche. I am able to hold my composure long enough to avoid kicking a tyre.

Even if he does not say anything else, I can feel the daggers that he is staring into my back. It is as if he is actually taking a breadknife to my spine.

Going for a walk in the pouring rain is a lot more pleasurable experience than being in Henry's company. Being able to walk in bleach would be a hell. My momentary error of judgement is erased by the water's cleansing effect. Almost as if I believed it would be a good idea to inquire about anything from him.

In no other case.