Chapter Four
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LUCAS
Her light blue eyes stared into mine with fear burning in her gaze. At least she would know now to fear me.
“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” My brow arched as I glared at her.
“What are you doing? Release me this instant–” she tried to wriggle herself out of my grip but I held her back down and a gasp left her mouth.
“Why should you care if I get myself drunk? After all I am the one responsible for my own actions so I wonder why you are worried. Do you think I am your husband? You want me to treat you like a wife?” A scoffed laugh left my mouth at her reaction.
Her eyes fell from mine and her head, she allowed it to bow down slowly, trying to avert my gaze totally.
“You are just a bride on paper, do you hear that? Never ever try to intervene in anything I am doing, even if I were being crushed under the weight of this entire plane, I would rather let myself die than ask for your help. I told you earlier, you are a good actress but don't you dare try to act like my wife.”
A dry cough pulled my attention away from the woman on the chair and I turned my head around. The air hostess had returned with my refill in her hands that seemed to be trembling at the moment.
“I– I'm sorry– I didn't mean to come in– I mean I didn't mean to–”
“Drop it and get out.” My voice was as cold as the glare in my eyes.
She dropped the cup and the tray as well and started out of our compartment at a hurried pace.
“Stop right there.” I called out to her and she froze. “Pick up your tray.”
She jolted towards the tray and ran out of the compartment after gently placing my refill on the small table like holding of the chair.
Without wasting any more time, I picked up my phone and placed a call. “The air hostess attending to my wife and I, as soon as this plane lands, I never want to see her anywhere near it again and make her keep her mouth shut about anything she saw.”
Denise sprung to her feet just then, calling my attention as I hung up the call. Without saying a word, she wearily pulled herself away from the room and went to the restroom. Her expression was as if she had seen a ghost and life had been drained from her entire body.
How dare she think to correct me about my own drinking?
With a scoff, I return to my seat and continue reading my magazine.
A few minutes later, she walked into the room as if none of what happened ever did though she seemed to have spared me a glance at my seat.
“Do you really think giving yourself pep talks can do anything?” She stopped in her steps and finally fixed her attention on me. “But, do what you must.” I said and continued with my reading.
She walked closer to my seat and I looked up at her. An attempt of what seemed to be a fierce glare– or at least it was supposed to be– played on her face as she spoke.
“You can do whatever you want as well to try and scare me but I am afraid to tell you that I am not one of those weak girls you can threaten with just a few harsh words.
“Whatever you do to me is what I will do to you. How you treat me is how I will treat you so if you want to be mean, sure, let's do it but I will not be scared of you.”
I arched my brow at her. “The pep talk must have really helped her muster a whole bucket of courage…” I muttered to myself.
“You're not scared of me?” I arched my brow as I asked her. I rose to my feet and she staggered behind by a few inches yet we stood so closely to each other I could almost hear the sound of her heart racing.
“Well I think you should be.” My voice reduced to a mutter tone though loud enough for her to hear me. “I am only going to let this stupidness you mistake for courage slide this once but if you ever dare to trespass again, I won't hold back the beast in me.
She seemed to be holding her breath as her face paled once again. Shrugging past her, I excused myself from the annoying environment to where I could at least get some peace until the plane was ready to land.
“That arrogant little sh**” I heard her mutter before I left the room.
***
As we walked into the mansion, Denise walked quietly a few steps away from me and avoided my gaze all through. Her hands fidgeted at times as she held her bags but she packed her things rather at a fast pace.
I reached for my bag and she bumped into me. Turning to her, I gave her a questioning gaze but she glared back at me. “Shouldn't you be apologizing already?”
She scoffed. “Didn't I tell you that I would treat you the same way you do me? I am not scared of you Lucas Benjamin and I refused to be–”
My hands reacted before I even realized and I pinned her to the truck with a strong grip on her shoulder. She grunted from the pain but I ignored it.
“Didn't I tell you to watch the way you acted around me? Yet you so boldly call me like that? Is it respect you wish to be taught?” My voice was harder than normal.
“Ah, let go!” She cried out.
“You're not scared, that's on you little princess, but you know that there is a beast in me that no one likes to see, not even my own parents! I told you not to try to bring him out but you are wearing out my patience.
“Once he is out, he doesn't like to go back in so don't even try to call him out at all. If I were you, I would watch my step and even my breath because one mistake from you and you will wish you hadn't been born.”
Her eyes glared with fear as tears welled up in her eyes. She ought to know her place.
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