The Richling's Trip-Married To Mr. Rich Jerk 2

10. Pay Back.

"She's not getting drunk for the hell of it. She's getting drunk to numb the hell of it." - Sean Bates.

Chapter-10.

Sarah Reeves' POV:

"Have we met before? You look unbelievably familiar to me!" I exclaimed crassly when he turned, leaving me quite sceptical. He gave me a puzzled look. My eyes crossly stared at him and being ignorant as ever, he walked towards the door and locked it leaving me flabbergasted.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I freaked out, finally realizing the solemnity of the situation. "And who are you? How did I end up here and how dare you bring me here without my consent huh!?" I outraged remembering the fact that I was actually held captive in this familiar stranger's house.

The chap gave me a stare and then pressed his temple. His eyes leisurely wandered everywhere and then he stood there folding his arms by the door arrogantly.

I stood there befuddled, my eyes staring at him with incredulity. "Will you bother telling me what am I doing here this morning and where is my phone? I have to call my Mom," I rambled scratching my head absurdly; forcing my memory to give hints regarding last night's events. I succeeded in recalling about that creep from Anthony's gym. Thinking about his perverted ways only made me cringe in repulsion. However, quickly getting over it, I pressurized myself to recognize this rich brute but all I could realize is blankness. I rooted my vision towards this mysterious familiar guy as I grimaced, "You're not one of those creepy kidnappers. Are you?" I exclaimed but my voice turned petrified at the end thinking about the possibility of him being a captor. But he doesn't seem like one. By the looks of this place, it does not seem like he would need money. But again, what the heck am I doing here?

"You don't remember anything. Do you, Ms. Reeves?" He exclaimed, fun clearly deciphering by his tone. My brows instantly widened.

"How do you know me?" I stuttered, slowly the fear crawling inside my system. "Tell me!" I questioned back again in a quiet voice and he bloody smirked. He did not respond to anything, he just smirked smugly making it harder to keep up the cool within me.

"You have drunk last light, Ms. Reeves, might I add you were out when I decided to bring you here." He informed in his mighty voice as he walked adjacent, to land himself on his big armchair, settling his legs on the table in front of him arrogantly.

"I know that I was drunk. I recalled it already," I paused as I stood right in front of him, facing him. "Why did you take me here with you and with whose permission you thought you could take me anywhere while I was drunk?" I hissed folding my arms facing him. "And how do you know my name?" I added and my voice turned rather high at the end.

"I saved you." He firmly stated, his eyes intently stared at my way and the tone of his voice was so thick. He reminded me of those typical bossy voices.

"What do you mean?" I glowered again, "I don't believe you." I replied, my gaze shooting daggers at his way.

"That's the truth." He shrugged again and I constrained myself to remember anything about last night all over again. I pictured myself sitting on a bar stool and asking Ollie to fill up my glass repeatedly and then asked them to carry on with their plans. They left the club the next moment.

"You sure you're not drunk?" Jon teased as I glared at him.

"Okay okay, we're leaving." He chuckled and soon left the club. I was just pouring drinks for a few people and watching everyone in front of me.

I didn't know what possessed over me. I started making drinks for myself. And in no time I was woozy; drunk as a skunk. I don't do this but this was something new. I have had a really long and tiring day and my mind was already so immersed with just many disturbing and negative thoughts that at the moment, I only wanted to break away from this seclusion that I felt.

"A small world we live in huh!?" I jumped at the deadly familiar voice and turned. Oh God! Not now. I was quaffing to forget about everything and you think he is the exception and send him here out of all the other nightclubs in the city!

I stupidly glanced heavenward and complained to God. I don't remember if I was talking out loud or not. However, I felt him leaning. The only distance between us was the counter. I was in and he was out.

"A really very small world!" He smirked and I glared at him. I poured the remaining liquid down my throat in one go and his smirk grew wider.

"Go on. You need not worry about yourself. I'll take care of you tonight." He whispered rasping uglily as he tugged my arm and I yanked his hand away.

"Don't you dare? Just get the hell out of my sight. You will have to deal with the cops in no time if you ever try to do the same frightening thing you tried in the gym that day." I managed to warn seriously but my voice betrayed me. I was stammering and that only helped him to chuckle.

"Now get lost," I yelled and a couple of men gave us weird glances. And then he left the place.

Or so I thought.

"What do you think you're doing?" I flinched again, this time I really feared for my life. Damn you, Ollie. You made up my mind to guzzle like an alcoholic. I work here for f**k's sake and instead of serving drinks; I swill them like an alcoholic maniac.

Instantly I placed the bottle away.

Yes, I was settled with the bottle in my hand. Totally unbelievable and irresponsible. I did not even think about my job. That's just so reckless.

"I'm so...sorry...so really sorry Mr..." I trailed off as I slurred. I even forgot the manager's name. He raised his brows and I sat down, not able to feel my legs. I was so tired all of a sudden and my eyes saw extraordinarily double things.

"Don't bother to show up tomorrow." He gritted and my eyes widened. Instantly I stood up on my feet, crazily calling out for him.

"Mr Manager, listen," I weakly uttered only to get nothing in response. I realized the sudden urge of using the washroom. "Looks like I finally found the reason to drink now. I'm officially jobless, again." I yelled grabbing unwanted attention. Before I could complete my drinks, someone grabbed my arm, shoving me around the exit door.

"Let me complete my last drink," I whined. "Fine, I'll go but before, I will just use the toilet. Thank you." I slurred tapping on the bouncer's cheek as he backed away. With a pouty face, I took my flinching steps towards the ladies room which was at the other corner of the floor. My eyes felt so damn heavy. I even tripped many times before finally making up to the room.

I finished my business and got out. My head was spinning already and everything was visible in circles. I shouldn't have gulped that much. Damn, I'm really jobless. I'm not so proud of myself. I'm not feeling fabulous. I'm not feeling great either. f**k, I'm jobless. I just got out and to my utter shock; I was dragged by someone to the dark corner. My eyes were half closed and I deciphered nothing. But his voice made me grasp that I was in danger.

He said creepy and disgusting things that I mentally cringed. Still disoriented, I remember me using all my willpower, to get away from this psycho maniac but he was quick in bringing his face closer to mine.

I shouted and pushed, tried to kick him too, but that wasn't enough.

"Get off me, you bastard," I shouted at the top of my voice, as he shushed me by a hard slap. I winced louder and he placed his palm against my mouth preventing me to shout further. He gripped my other arm as I tried to free myself from his hold.

"Hey! What are you doing? Leave her!" A strong voice was heard from a distant somewhere and a hope rose within my heart. I couldn't open my eyes even when I wanted to look at the person who decided to help me.

His grip on me loosened as he stepped back.

"Don't get involved in this okay. Get out of here!" He ordered and tugged my arm dragging me again.

"Leave me. You're hurting me, you moron!" I yelled in a low tone and there was this force against my arm again. Before I could react or witness anything, everything blacked out.

The rich guy's voice dragged me out of my chain of thoughts. "You were screaming out for help at this nightclub and this man was hovering all over you outside the restroom. I just helped you to escape." He narrated and I looked at him dubiously.

The next moment, he was on his feet and stopped by his bedside table. Opening a drawer, he took out something and I realized it was a phone.

"Take this." He extended it to me as I took it. "You can call anyone to talk and tell that you're fine. You're really safe here. You genuinely need not worry about anything here." He completed in a calm tone.

I just turned to leave when his alarming voice stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned as I turned giving him a confused stare.

"What do you mean? I'm just going." I questioned back as he arched up his brows.

"Call your family now. You mentioned your mother on our way back to my place last night." My eyebrows rose in shock the moment he said it. How can I be so thick to tell anything about myself to a random stranger? "We have an uncompleted discussion here," I shifted back upon hearing his stern voice. "We will continue that once you're done informing them that you are fine." He completed an advanced his steps towards the window.

Just as I thought he had left me alone, he happens to twist his head a bit as he teased, "Also tell her about you being jobless and how you failed to feel fabulous the whole night," he smirked secretly; making me give him an angry glare. He shrugged, "That's one of those things that I heard on our way back here." He smirked again and shifted away making me fiercely stare at his back.

I desperately tried to remember and few events flashed like blur images inside my head.

"Put that nasty thing out," I said, snatching away the cigarette out of the rich guy's mouth as I faintly remember about throwing it backside of the car.

He gives me a stare. "You are quite attractive and cute. Don't ruin it; giving yourself a bad boy image," I stupidly pulled out his cheek as he instantly backed away, to avoid my unwanted touch.

"Oops, someone's grumpy. I wonder why?" I pretended to be thinking as I tap my finger against my chin.

Mr Rich guy gives me another set of glares as I couldn't control my giggles anymore. "What?" I snickered as he continued giving me those weird glances and I was laughing hard now, smacking the dashboard. My hysteria wasn't contagious though, as the chap maintained his straight face, yet, I was all in tears for laughing too hard.

Finally catching my breath, I snorted one last time as I spoke, "This was the first time I let it loose. It was my workplace and I don't feel fabulous at all. I am jobless, again." I whined gaining a momentary glance from the guy driving us as I continued talking s**t again, "I enjoyed it though and it truly matters, don't you feel? It was my first time drinking to this extent and dancing like a fool. Gosh, they were about to throw me out of the club. Thank god, you appeared. I am gonna kill that moron. f**k, this thing hurts," I pressed my cheek tenderly as I feel soreness around that part of my face.

I giggled again, "Damn, I am drunk?" I laughed again as he looks my way with total disinterest in his eyes but responds anyway, "You sure are."

"God, it's so good to be here," I exclaimed suddenly, honking the horn recklessly as he tried to prevent me from doing so. "I feel like a different person. I love being jobless." I feel like I had giggled for the thousandth time again.

"Why haven't I done this before; not feeling fabulous is not that of a bad thing really. Don't you think?" Stupidly, I ask him as he just avoids my presence. "A million reasons, precisely," I mumbled and I don't think he heard as I got no reaction.

I facepalmed myself as I could not believe my drunk ass actually behaved like that. Not caring about anything at the very moment, I quickly called Ella and she rejected it. I bet she is still sleeping. I called again and luckily, she picked it in the last ring. "Aren't you worried that I didn't return last night. You're still sleeping. Aren't you?" I cried once she connected the call.

"What's wrong with you?" She groaned and her voice confirmed that she was really sleeping.

Unbelievable.

I would really have a mini attack if I was in her place. I mean it is already noon. A couple of hours more and I would be late for work. And here, I did not even reach my place since the moment I am done with my work the other day. Ella's unpleasant voice brought me out of my thoughts. "You're not a kid, Sarah. Now stop disturbing me and let me sleep." She hissed.

"Fine. I just called to tell you that I am fine. Don't forget to give Mom her medicines. Bye." I was infuriated. "And I have lost my job too. I hate my life." I muttered. I have no idea if she had heard it. Pressing the screen to disconnect the line more than it required, I threw it on his huge bed. I don't know why I was so enraged. I should have expected something like this before acting all like an alcoholic and ending up here at some random, not to forget, some rich guy's house...a mansion to be precise.

"So, what do you want in return?" I screamed at him. I was furious reason being unknown to me too. He leisurely turned his hands in his pockets and slowly his footsteps coming closer. My anger simmered down as I felt alerted now. What if he is no lesser than that bastard from last night who tried to force him on me? I can't be so sure. Just because he saved me doesn't clear the thought of him being a good man.

Or am I judging!? I'm actually freaking out. I noticed him smirking as he stood there few steps away from where I was rooted to the ground. He was about to speak but I cut him off and the words left my mouth surprised him.

Hell, it was surprising for me too.

"I'm not sleeping with you okay. You might have saved me but...." I couldn't complete my sentence because he shouted at me.

"Shut up. Will you!?" And I flinched by his tone. And again I was certified a stupid foolish woman by myself. "I am not desperate to sleep with a stupid woman like you." He added and my temper flared. I know I'm acting brainless at this moment but you don't say that right in front of my face about my absurdity.

However, the next words from him made me dumbfounded. Somewhere, I was enraged too. "You just have to be my girlfriend for a while." He exclaimed and I stared at him completely taken aback. "A fake one." He added avoiding my resented gaze at him and this time I felt like holding his face in my hands and banging it against this hard wall until and only red blood could be seen on his face.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear yourself!?" I yelled and he averted his gaze and again stared uninterestingly my way.

"I think you're sick. Goodbye." I turned and as usual, his thick voice stopped me.

"Do you wish to ever go back to Reeves' mansion again?" That's when I found myself frozen. I could not move. I felt his footsteps slowly come my way. "Your home to be precise." He faced me completely.

"Why do you think I saved you?" I stared at him questioningly when he spoke in a heedless tone. "You were nobody to me. Why would I save you? Of course, I wanted something in return. Nothing comes free to you in this world. You need to pay back." He paused and I didn't know what was going on. "I need someone to pretend as my girlfriend." He completed in a matter of fact tone, stepping further.

I parted my lips to speak but he was again just quick to cut me off. "You need to pay back. I'm not asking for something big. Help me out for a while and Andrew Reeves, your father's debt would be forever be cleared. I will make sure the mansion would be yours soon." He shrugged studying my expressions. My eyes and mouth went wide witnessing his casualty and the deal was too bamboozling. For a fact, I was glad my father took something from this rich ling.

"What if I don't?" I challenged him in a low tone, only to get another smug smirk.

"Well as you see my position right now. I'm a rich tycoon. I can possibly make you jobless again if you ever managed to get one. So you decide. Prove you're stupid only when you're intoxicated, Ms. I'm not feeling fabulous." He smirked right after noticing the sudden change in my stance. "I am not similar kind to that of Mr. Dexter, Reeves. He was quite ignorant. I may take better actions." He shrugged threatening me openly.

Of course, although they had taken away entire things, they still remained all over the time, asking about my Mom's husband and his whereabouts. He stepped more closely than my liking as he whispered. "Will you accept my proposal then? Would that make sense to you?" He added. But the next moment, he stepped back instantly and his face turned serious.

"Look, I really need you." He requested in a flat tone. "I need someone to be my girlfriend tonight. I can't find anyone right now," he reasoned and before I could further protest, he added, "I am clearing off your father's debt; do you get this, Ms. Reeves? Only a dense person would not consider that. You don't need to do that job either." He completed and I let out an exasperated sigh.

"You can always use the money I pay you. You need it right? I know people don't work at a nightclub for fun or do they?" He spoke in a calm and soft tone.

I found myself agreeing with him. No matter how irrational the offer was, yet, my heart leapt thinking about getting the mansion back. That would mean, no more hurting while crossing that street. Is this a good thing? All my nerves were shutting down. I uplifted my gaze, to come face to face with the confused brute. "Why do you want to show a fake relationship to everyone?" I questioned and his expression turned serious.

His lips were pursed as he turned away, letting me know that he wasn't very much interested in sharing about it. "Just tell me if you're going to do it or not." He spoke in a thick tone.

"You have no other choice." He added right after, controlling his temper as I noticed the clenching of his fists. "Besides, I don't find any reason for you to reject it." He added insolently making me glare at him narrowing my eyes.

"You act so arrogantly," I started not thinking anything further. He shrugged. I again found myself thinking about it all over again. I recalled about all those things that I have been through over these years where I was indeed supposed to live my life instead of sulking about it. If I can change it into a happening and good one, then why not!? In fact, I find this thing good. Of course, it is good.

"Okay," I uttered in a small and quiet voice that he already missed it. He raised his brows waiting for me to confirm it and I replied by nodding my head weakly.

I'm still kind of undecided about it, yet I was happy.

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