Spreading Rumors About Mr. CEO (LGBT)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Prince Ezerette Mclane

Josh grabbed a hold on my hand, which left spark throughout the simple touch. I ignored as it it didn't even make sense to me. Philip followed us. He was behind us. I pursed my lips tightly, preventing myself to make a snarky comment. If I did such open my mouth, no doubt Josh would do something bitchy. I saw the evil glint in his eyes when he called me 'husband'.

When we got back to the office, Josh told me to stay here and that we'd talk about our 'mini lover's quarrel', which of course made Philip chuckle. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as it would bring me deeper in this mess.

Philip and Josh entered a room on the left side and I was left alone here. Now that I was alone, I had a chance to study Josh's office.

A mahogany table, looking fancy and polished, was in the center of the room, on the far end. On top of the table were Josh's name, telephone near the edge, and some pens scattered on the table. On the other side of the table was his laptop; an Apple.

I frowned. I didn't like Mac. I was used to using Windows desktop.

My eyes trailed every inch of the office. The walls were painted white and I was impressed no dirt had been imprinted. A plant, though I didn't know what it's called, was beside the door, looking beautiful. It's a no ordinary plant. Knowing businessmen, it would have cost a fortune. 

A huge plasma TV was on the wall, shut off. That was the same b***h who played a wedding commercial playing a wedding song. I scowled. The office was no ordinary. It was extraordinary. From rug to ceiling, everything cost a grande. Even the freaking pens, just realized, were gold, and the inks were gold. Could you believe it? A f*****g gold ink? Who was he? President of the Presidents? God himself?

I hear muffled voices on the other room and tried to eavesdrop. I knew it was wrong, but I was kind of intrigued. They talked and talked until I grew tired and took a seat on the comfy couch. I could escape, leave the building, but knowing businessmen, especially Josh, he would ask someone to find me and I knew that if that happened, he would be merciless and have me killed.

They went inside the room. Josh was all smiles, also Philip. They were smiling at each other and looking like they were the best buds in the world. I rolled my eyes at Josh. Apparently, he sweet talked him. He was charming and all, and he could do whatever he wanted to do. Spoiled man-w***e.

"Ezerette," Philip greeted me, smiling. "I must be going now. It's nice to see you here, and knowing that you're married with Mr. Thompson. Guess he's lucky to find you. Give the man a chance and sort everything out. Thanks, Mr. Thompson." I rolled my eyes to every word he said. I must look like I had been possessed by a demon.

I mumbled a thanks and Philip walked off the room. When I looked up, Josh's eyes were trained on me and he was smiling mischievously. Josh walked over to me slowly and my whole body stiffened. He sat beside me and slung an arm around my shoulder, which made me glare at him. He laughed.

"Change of plans," Josh said to me and I shrugged his arm off of my shoulders. I looked at him intently, narrowing my eyes at him. What had he done? What business had he made with Philip? Now I was intrigued. "From now on, you're my hubby."

Fuck. s**t. Moron. b***h. Motherfucker. Stupid.

I threw curses at him.

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Mom and I were on silent treatment. We never spoke and never greeted each other, or even just acknowledged the presence. We acted as if we were ghost to each other. Dad and Eclair noticed it. Apparently, Eclair knew the news. He had found it on his timeline of his f*******: account. He had read the article and when I got home, he bombarded me a lot of questions. I just told him it's true, not wanting to explain things because even though I slept at Cheena, I still felt tired. I had slept for more than 3/4 of the day. And still, I felt tired and exhausted.

Yesterday, everything started. And now, I kept repeating to myself, I was facing the consequences of my selfishness action. I had met the one and only Josh Heid Thompson, and much worse, I was his hubby now.

Dad and Eclair had not interfered with Mom and I. They knew better than that. Although I was the goody-two shoes in the family, I was still stubborn. Mom had been cooking for dinner when the door bell rang.

I saw Eclair stood up and walked over the door to answer it. When he opened the door wide, everything went silent. I frowned. Mom also stopped cooking and shut off the stove. She then went over beside Eclair to see who was at the door. Again, everything went silence.

Deciding I should take a look, I went beside them and when I looked up, a familiar brown eyes bored into mine. It was the same eyes that looked into mine yesterday.

It was the same face.

But this time, he was calm and had a peaceful expression on his face. He even had a smile tugged on his lips. He was just looking at me, and my Dad, Eclair, and Mom were just watching him watch me.

The man standing on the front porch was no other than Josh Heid Thompson.

I felt my knees bucked, losing strength to keep me standing. Josh me a grin and he greeted Mom, Eclair and Dad. Dad was looking at Josh intently. You know the look that their father gave to their daughter's boyfriend? That was the look engraved on his face. I felt ashamed and blood rushed to my cheeks as Josh ignored Dad's piercing gaze.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Mom said as she gave out a chuckle. "I'm Hailey, Ezerette and Eclair's mother. And I believe you are..." Clearly, Mom knew him well.

According to Eclair, Josh had been appearing on several shows. He was always in the news, radios, shows, social sites. Everywhere. He was so famous and once again, I was ashamed because I didn't know his name before. Not until Cheena told me his name and everything he owned. 

Josh, being the gentleman he was, leaned down and grabbed Mom's hand and kissed the back of it. Mom let out a giggle. Dad eyed him suspiciously. Eclair just watched him. I rolled my eyes at the action. He was a cruel, spoiled brat jerk that lived in a mansion. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was rich and gentleman, and here he was, standing in my house's front porch, captivating Mom's attention. Much to my annoyance, Mom let him in and both Dad and I groaned. 

Obviously, Dad was not comfortable about this. Like me. He knew something was up, but chose to ignore it as Josh entered our house. He then began to scan my house. I knew what he was thinking; the house was small. He wasn't used to this. This felt like a cave to him. His expression didn't give it away, but I knew that he was thinking of it.

Mom led him to the kitchen where everyone followed. She began to cook and asked Josh to have a dinner with us, which he obliged happily. He took a seat, every once in a while, he would look at me and wink. I glared at him. b***h. 

My hands fisted, too hard that it was turning white, getting pale. I huffed in annoyance and went upstairs. I heard muffled conversations as I went upstairs. When I got to my room, I sprawled on the bed and shut my eyes, feeling tension got off of me.

Why was he here? What was he up to?

I just laid on my bed, over thinking things. How could he go here? If this place suffocated him, he could just leave and not bother us anymore. I was willing to do what he asked; get on a show and tell everyone that everything was fake and misunderstanding only. I could tell every detail of the story; the picture, the plan, the vacation, about Mom setting up a date for me, every single thing that was related to Josh and I's fake marriage.

Someone entered my room but I didn't much to open my eyes as I knew it was probably Eclair. Eclair was a good brother to me. Although he was very, very stubborn, he was always there to comfort me.

But I was wrong.

It was not Eclair that entered my room. It was no other than Josh Heid Thompson. As soon as I heard his deep and husky, manly voice, my eyes snapped open and I tried to get up but he pushed me back on the bed and laid beside me. Even though it was dark, I could still see how beautiful his eyes were, and the wicked smile tugged on his lips that I oh so badly wanted to punch out of his beautiful face.

I groaned and tried to roll away from him but he grabbed a hold of my waist and pushed me back. He laughed.

"Easy," he said, whispering in my ear. It sent shiver down my spine and electricity went through out my body as his skin collided with mine. "I know how much you liked this. Much as well you enjoy this, Ezerette."

I fumed in anger. "f**k you, you b***h. I am not gay and even if I was, I don't want you. You're just a spoiled, rich brat. I've seen a lot of hotter men than you."

His eyes darkened at my statement and I gulped. He gripped my waist hard and I whimpered because it hurt. My body grew weak as he had my waist gripped by his large hands.

"I'm sorry," he said. His voice was filled with sincerity. "You're being a b***h and childish. I just went here to say something. Or to propose something."

"Whatever," I muttered. It was weird to find a stranger lying beside me. Never in my life have I given a thought on some stranger - hot, very rich stranger - lying beside me. "Go on, speak. I'm tired and I want to take much rest as possible. And I want you out in this house. I know how much you judge and despise it."

He scowled at me. I knew somehow that I had hurt him because of my statement. But it wasn't clear to me why. But then he masked it with a blank expression and looked at me.

"You will keep pretending to be my husband," he said and my eyes widen. I tried to protest but he put a finger on my lips, preventing me to speak. "As I was saying before you interrupt me, you will keep pretending as my husband. Now that I know you're friends with Mr. Westborrow, I want you to help me gain his trust."

"And why the hell would I help you, mister?" I mocked him, rolling my eyes. He gritted his teeth.

"You made a mistake to me," he spat, glaring daggers at me. His glare was so intense I shrank little. "Now, everyday, you'll go to my house and we will have some lessons. Etiquette and such. You have no say in this. If you much disobey me, or defy me, I'll make your life a living hell than what it is right now."

I gulped. He was telling the truth. His voice held venom and I was afraid it could poison me. I nodded meekly and hesitantly and sighed in annoyance.

"Now, be a good boy and hug your hubby," he said, grinning and I groaned rather loudly.

I heard Mom shout, calling out my name and Josh, telling that dinner was served. I quickly rolled off the bed and practically ran downstairs. I was hungry and all. Josh followed me downstairs and I took a seat. He took a seat beside me.

I knew what he proposed was a bad idea. There were too many judging eyes. And I was afraid of what would happen. What did he mean by etiquette and such?

I guess there was only one way to find out.