Appointed by a Billionaire to be his Heir's Girlfriend

Chapter 2 - Athena/Nate

-Athena Vanderbilt POV-

"What the hell was that in Calculus class?" Chloe grumbled as we walked towards the school gates. School hours are over and I have to go home.

And I told her every detail of what happened when she left at the bar last Friday. She listened intently.

"So that's what happened." she murmured to herself. Then she turned to me and looked at me seriously in the eye, "You should not have been too harsh. He was drunk, you know. He didn't know what was going on." She tried to let out a halfhearted laugh.

"But she was just daring Mrs. Rockefeller. And besides, what the hell is wrong with him. He did not even apologize for what he did." I defended as we both walked out of the school boundaries.

She got a cab and went in. I did not follow.

"You're not coming in?"

I shook my head, "I need to buy something."

"Okay. Take care. Bye." Chloe said as the cab took her home, to Palace Hotel.

Then, out of nowhere, two men halted in front of me. They are in black suit and look creepy as hell, wearing shades. Like Men in Black.

The taller one clamped my mouth and they both carried me into the unknown.

I tried to scream but my voice was muffled by the hand clamped in my mouth. I even tried biting his hand but that didn't work. And they were holding me so firmly that I stood no chance of getting out of their grasp.

I saw a glossy black limo and they left me inside.

And there I screamed and screamed and screamed.

"You obnoxious idiotic kidnappers! Get me out of here!" I yelled as I knocked on the tinted windows of the limo.

"Shut up, will you?"

I stopped and turned around. I did not know I am with someone.

It was Nathaniel Van Warner.

And he was wearing a smirk on his face that I want to tear away.

-Nate Wan Warner POV-

I was secretly amused by her expression the moment he realized it was me. Her brown eyes widened and I know for that split second, her eyes were filled with fear.

I smirked at her. And she stomped on my feet in response.

"Ow!" I exclaimed as I glared at him.

"Jerk." she muttered.

The car started moving and I stared at her smugly.

Her fair face was framed by her brown hair disarrayed by the wind outside. But the most noticeable feature right now was her eyes which were glaring at me.

This will be interesting.

"What do you want?" she asked me, distancing herself away from me as much as possible.

"You." I teased. That never fails with all the girls I dated.

She snorted. I looked at her questioningly. It's an epic fail to her.

"Cut the crap, rich boy. Tell me what you want." She muttered. It was very obvious she loathes me.

A wicked smile was playing on my lips, "We did not have time for formal introductions last Friday. I am Nate Van Warner."

She snorted again, "As if I don't know."

She is being hard on me. Hmm. Is she just playing hard-to-get?

"You are Athena Soleil Vanderbilt, I take it?" I asked, being playful, sitting closer to her.

"You've been calling me that for twice now and you're still asking me?" she muttered.

I smiled to myself. Now she's getting interesting. Sarcasm is beautiful in her.

"Hey, rich boy, where are you taking me? Stop toying with me and let me out, okay? I need to go home." She told me with her brown eyes staring right through mine.

"Home? Isn't it empty?" I tried, trying to see if it will spark her temper.

Her expression became alarmed. It worked.

"Hmm. How's this? A seventeen-year-old girl ,still a minor, living alone in Brooklyn? How's the social services doing?" I tried again, an evil smirk on my face.

Her expression became more alarmed and I took it as victory. I'm pretty much good at blackmailing.

"Don't tell anyone." She told me, pleading eyes.

I was taken aback. With anger gone from her face, she looked so much pretty. Does she even know that?

Hey wait up! What the hell am I thinking just now?!

"I might keep it as our little secret but you must follow everything that I'll say."

She waited for me to speak more.

"How about a public apology tomorrow and saying you're just lying about what you said earlier?"

-Athena Vanderbilt POV-

"What?" I grumbled, unbelieving. He is such an asshole.

"Apology." He said again.

"No."

"I'll report your case."

"Go ahead."

He snickered. He is such a douche bag. Jerk. Bastard. Ugh!

I have no plans of taking back my word once I said it. Besides, it is the truth and nothing but the truth.

"Stop the car. Now." I told him.

"Stop." He said and the car came into a sudden stop and I stupidly banged my head on the seat.

He started laughing and that got me more annoyed.

I got out of his stupid lair and I barely realized I am standing in front of Barney's.

What a spoiled rotten brat he is.

I muttered continuously as I walked back a long way home, completely forgetting the nuggets.

***

"I'm home." I called out though I know no one will reply the moment I unlocked the door of our little apartment.

I crashed on the sofa and thought about the deal the stupid rich guy told me. What the hell. If he did told the Social Services a minor is living all alone on her own, they will take me away and let some random family adopt me and then I'm so dead. That is certainly not the best thing I wanted right now. I need to focus in my studies or else I'll fail.

I groaned and took out all the books in my bag. Maybe I'll start with Calculus. Right.

Then my stomach started grumbling.

Shoot. I completely forgot I need to buy nuggets. Geez. That rich boy is all behind this!

I groaned again and opened the refrigerator. I rolled my eyes. What would I expect? I slammed it and went back on the sofa. I guess I'm not eating dinner tonight and to say I'm hungry this particular night. I'm having some serious bad luck since Friday.

Then my phone started ringing on the desk and I picked it up. It was an unregistered number but I took it anyway.

"Hello?" I greeted.

"Good evening. Is this Miss Athena White Vanderbilt?" said a deep husky but polite male voice.

"Yeah. Who is this?"

I really have no idea what is this.

"This is Charles Van Warner." Said the man.

I tried my best not to laugh.

"Stop kidding around. Get a life and stop bothering people" I muttered. This might be a prank from one of the mean people from my school. I mean, come on, the multi-billionaire couldn't have possibly know my name and call me, right?

I hung up and put my phone back on my desk.

I shook my head in disbelief. People are getting absurd these days. Too bad their prank wasn't realistic.

I got my pen and started working on Calculus problems.

Then there was a brief knock on the door.

I c****d an eyebrow. Who could have possibly thought of an idea to visit me this hour? It couldn't be mom. She said it will take a month before she could go home for a short break. Chloe, probably?

I got up lazily and went to get the door.

I gasped as both of my eyebrows went up at the sight of my guests. They weren't anyone I've expected.

They were three men. But the man in the middle was the one who surprised me most.

That call was no prank. It was for real.

Between his two guards in black suit was the man behind the power of New York, Mr. Charles Van Warner, father of the jerk Nate Van Warner.

The richest man in town is standing on my doorstep.