Refusing The Billionaire

Chapter 3( The Clash)

A gentle tap on the door was enough to announce that Mr. Jeffery was here to pick me up for the date. The one I had earnestly wanted to avoid but for the loneliness that plagued my inner being.

I looked into the mirror and affirmed I wasn’t looking that bad. I managed to put a smile on my face as I headed towards the door ,my Zara heels clicking against the tiled floor.

I opened the door to be met by those two pair of eyes. I had to admit he had a good sense of fashion and I wondered why he had treated this date with all urgency. Looking all smart just like a Prince Charming. Jeffery wore a brioni suit with a pair of black shoes, his hair falling loosely over his forehead.

He looked breathtaking too official, I chuckled and walked briskly to the SUV car packed in the small slot over the window.

He followed me carefully and grinned when I entered into the car. Our eyes met once again.

Fuck!

I hate this feeling. I felt slapped in the face when he winked at me and sat in the driver side.

That wink was just a mischievous one .

We sat in absolute quietness , I looked away trying my best to avoid his stern gaze but I knew that he was just too busy staring at me .

Damn his gaze!

You look amazing.

He finally broke the awkward silence that was growing between us rather faster than I had expected.

Relief running through me .I was so glad that I wasn’t the one to have finally broken the silence.

I looked at him, with a faint small smile appearing at the corners of my mouth.

“Thank you”,I uttered in a low tone which was definitely,a whisper.

The last time we met,you were too busy to get into the taxi.I believe it skipped you to at least let, me know you by name.

“ There he goes again”,I whispered silently, looking away from him and admiring the scenery I was leaving behind.

Damn egoistic! such a b***h.

“I am Prisca”, I couldn't hide my name for too long.

It’s an honour to have seen you collapse today.

I turned sharply and looked into his eyes.

What the f**k was that which had escaped from those terrible lips, I frowned harder.

His could he had said that.

My face grew pale and my eyes darkened.

I felt an unexplainable heartache and I had to pull myself together in order not to be too shattered by those demeaning words.

He had hit the nail on my ego too hard and I hated it when someone looked down upon me.

Probably, he us taking me out because he felt that I was hungry and helpless, in fact, a miserable little

brat!

I felt pity for myself. Those words were too cruel.

“Jeffery, I wouldn't want us to have the dinner anymore. I changed my mind.”

His broad smiles quickly darted from his lips and his face was now replaced with intense anger. The sensation was too intense.

Traces of disappointment gently revealing themselves.But after he realized that tears had welled up in my eyes. He parked.

Looking into my soul I can feel a stream of regret had successfully washed down.

“Hey Prisca, i am sorry. I didn't intent my words were going to hurt you that much.”

“Shut the f**k up”, I said, curtly. “Who the hell do you think you are to say those trash into my face.How dare you.” I was yelling now.

I hated to be pushed to the wall. I tried my best to

control those shits but I just couldn't help but to let them out.

Without a word from him, I stepped out of the car, stopped a taxi a slipped into the passenger seat.

This time, I allowed the tears I had been holding badly, to flow. There was no need impressing anyone after all.

“Was I that miserable?” I asked myself when I got into bed. I was too emotionally overwhelmed and I knew I had to rest to lighten up the weight of the burden I had been carrying for far too long.

I went straight into the bathroom allowing the cold water to splutter lazily down my hot body. I groaned in effect.

I slipped into my lingerie fell deep into my bed. I loved the comfort I was enjoying now and wanted it forever. Although it was a weekend, I dreaded what awaiting me the next morning. The discomfort made me squirm on the bed.

I loved my work as a secretary because, naturally, I had a creative intuition and loved to write.

Working for Printing press, this time round has been a torn I my flesh. The bulky work that slapped my face always was just overwhelming.

So many files to cross check and too many businesses trips to embark on made me hate my supposed “niche”.

I applied to All In Printing press because I was sacked from my previous work.

I left home earlier that day and walked briskly into the manufacturing company, a very tall building situated in the heart of Los Angeles.

I entered the room and went towards my desk. I saw some of my colleagues giggling and simultaneously passing me empathetic looks which sent shivers through my spine. Everyone stared at me in a very awkward and unusual manner while Audrey smirked when I passed to my desk.

Emily, the young personal secretary of the all-time mean boss walkedover to my desk.

“ Hi Prisca”, he greeted,a bit cold .

“Hello”, I said, my fingers grazing my long blonde hair held neatly in a ponytail , a look of confusion

spreading widely on my face as I managed to give off a forced smile.

“The boss wants you in his office, now!”, then she turned, and walked out, swaying her curvy hips away.

I sighed and preparedmyself for the worst while my mind roamed through a wide range of possibilities.

I bit the bottom of my lips as I walked through my colleagues into his office.

I knocked gently, my hands trembling while sweats came out of the pores of my skin, goosebumps spreading over my hands. I tried my best clear all thoughts from my head because I was going crazy now.

“Come in”, his husky voice came through.

I entered the room trying my best to be composed, but the turmoil within me was just unbearable.

He raised his head, to look at me with those ocean blue eyes devoid of any emotions. He summoned me to sit and I did just that, my fingers consoling each other underneath the desk before me.

Ahem! Miss Prisca, I am really sorry to inform you that we can't work with you anymore. As you can see, production die the past feww months have been very slow and its time we dismissed some of our employees inorder to deal with other important and plaguing needs of this institution.

Before he finished his last statement, tears had already welled up in my eyes. Andrew handed me a tissue immediately when he saw those teary eyed. I quickly hid my embarrassment, rise up and headed to the door.

“Prisca, we the cashier will push your salary for last month into your account.”

I nodded and slammed the door shut behind me.

I went back to my desk to see Audrey, already parking my files. I furrowed my brow, my eyes darkening wholes tears streamed down my cheek.

“What the hell are you doing here Audrey”? I yelled, my fist clenching as I walked towards her.

“Hi Prisca,” she turned to face me.

Her expression turning more sarcastic.

gat does it look like I am doing Sweetheart? Helping you to park as fast as possible so you can get your dirty ass off this place, she smirked and walked towards me , beaming. She brought her lips closer to my ears.

“You will never fit here, b***h”

Did she just call me a b***h”?

She had just crossed her boundary and I couldn't tolerate her hatred for me

I spat, then gripped her neck with the last strength in me. I held it tightly and squeezed it wanting to kill her.

“ You dare not speak to me anyhow Audrey”

Audrey gasped for breath while she pleaded that I stopped.

I gave had enough of your unnecessary threats and I will not stand here and have you talk to me anyhow”

You made my stay here a turmoil for whatever reason only you know and I never f*****g cared about it whatsoever.