Sebastian's Obsession

Chapter 15

I sat uncomfortably on the couch inside Sebastian’s office. My palms are sweating and my heart is beating so fast. I don’t know if it was because of nervousness, fear, or anger. My emotions were totally mixed as I watched the handsome yet evil face in front of me.

He had been telling me for a long time that he wanted me to be his wife. And I steadfastly refused him. That stupid proposition isn't going to work. If he truly wants to make me his wife, he should find the means to do it in a subtle way rather than making me suffer as he is doing now. He should have spoilt me instead of banning me from working if he wanted something to happen between us. Sebastian is a hypocrite. So, I declined his offer. However, he claimed that he would not withdraw the blacklist restriction unless I would accede to his demands. And that annoys me.

“If you don't want to be my wife, then be my slave,” Sebastian declared.

What is wrong with this man? I don't know why he's picking up on me. Of all the citizens in Canais, or should I say, women. He had decided to pick on me. A girl who aspired to succeed on her own, yet he kept meddling. He's destroying my dream and my future. Sebastian is indeed far worse than an animal. He's beyond evil. Perhaps he is Satan's right hand. And he was sent here to make people suffer. To make me suffer.

“Why can't you just lift up the blacklist drama? That would be better!" I responded while rolling my eyes. He is really making my blood boil.

Sebastian looked at me right after he shook his head. “It's either you'll lower your ego and accept my proposition or you will go to sink much deeper beneath.”

This is so frustrating! If I do not abide by this monster proposal, what will happen to me? It's a battle between my heart and my mind. The latter wants me to reject it, but my heart says to accept it. This isn't the right time to let my pride get in the way or I'll suffer further. Sebastian is a big man and his words are something to be taken seriously and put a lot of reconsideration. Because he doesn't bluff when he says he'll make you suffer. His words are daggers and if you won't abide you'll get sliced. I guess it's better to go with the flow right now than be stubborn about something that would not benefit me anymore. It's either a do or die. I'll do what he wants. Or I'll die of hunger if I don't agree with his terms and conditions. He's a businessman and he knows how to negotiate well. So well that he often resorts to evil manipulation. And I hate it. I hate him. I hate his manipulative attitude. And all that is in him.

"Will you pay me if I work for you?" I asked, making sure that I was not at a disadvantage.

"I'll pay you $ 100,000 a month..."

He paused and looked me in the eye. A mischievous smile appeared on his face. He still had time to lick his red lips before continuing to say.

"If and only if, I like what you've done. If not, I'm going to pay you just half of it."

"That doesn't seem fair. Why can't you just pay me in full? Or maybe you ain't that wealthy," I challenged.

“I want to spend my money appropriately,” he said.

"When it comes to money, I have a lot of it, but I won't waste it on the undeserving. My wealth is for my wife and my future family," he added arrogantly. "You brought down my offer, so I won't spoil you with goods. You choose to be my slave, so I will treat you like that. Your choice has consequences, and you can't blame me for that."

Whatever!

I rolled my eyes unconsciously. His response irritated me. I didn't have an option but to follow. He acts as though he is my master. In a way, yes. He had half of my life under his grasp.

"What kind of work should I do?"

"You'll be a housekeeper; you'll clean my condo and do all the necessary work, so you'll have to move in with me because you'll have to cook for me anytime I want to eat," he announced.

He is talking about his condo, which means I can't be with Monica. I will not be working with her. Now, I wonder who I will be working with. Could it be a young maid or an old one?

"Do I have a day off?"

I certainly still cannot believe that my profession would go down the drain, unused. I expected to work as an engineer here, as the RCC staff said, but it turned out that I would be a maid instead. Never in my wildest dream have I dreamt of cleaning someone else's home. I know this job is decent but I just can't believe it. What happened to my expectation of working on building and measuring infrastructure?

"I'll give you a day off...Sundays."

"Why not include Saturdays?"

"You don't go home to the condo every Saturday, right?" I added.

I know this because Monica informed me about it. So why doesn't he count Saturday as one of my days off? He might have simply designated weekends as my day off, allowing me to do whatever I pleased.

"How do you know about that?" he asked, his forehead creased.

"I just know," I simply replied.

He didn't need to know how I found out about it. All I wanted was for him to give me the weekends as my day off. Plain and simple.

"I'll be at the condo every Saturday starting this week," he stated emphatically. "So, no, I can only give you Sunday."

I heaved a sigh once again, failing the argument. I can’t really beat Sebastian ever. But maybe it's okay to be his assistant. Because, in fact, he might not always sleep in his condo as most of the time he is at the company doing his business. Aside from that, it is possible that he is often away, perhaps at business meetings or out of the country meetings. That means, even if I'm in his condo, we won't always meet. And at night I will make sure that our paths do not cross either.

"Okay," I continued, "when will I start?"

Not because I was eager to work for him, but because I was eager to complete this calvary. I don't have any money left. And if it takes much longer, I may have to crawl on the ground out of sheer poverty. I don't want to get to that stage, for some reason. I'll just have to swallow my pride rather than suffer. It's a matter of choice.

And when I've amassed a substantial sum of money. I'll make an attempt to purchase the company. Or, if that isn't possible, simply the house. At least one of the two I get.

"You can start tomorrow. I'll fetch you," he commanded.

I have a car and I'm not a kid anymore for him to fetch me up. I'm sure I'll be able to handle it on my own. All he has to do now is let me know where his condo is.

"No need," I remarked, "just give me the address."

One of the reasons why I don’t want to have him fetch me is the fact that I’m only staying at a boarding house. Too small, and too far from the house I used to live in. There were even insects like rats and cockroaches that I eventually got used to as well.

The house I live in is clean but the outside stinks because of the canal. The houses next door are very patchy and have almost no space. If Basyang wasn't well-known in the area, I wouldn't even have a place to park my car.

So he can't go there. I don't want him to see my true condition now. It's embarrassing. It will lower my pride more.

"I will fetch you whether you like it or not, Winter. I'm not asking for your permission, that's an order," he exclaimed. The very reason why my brows furrowed. The audacity of this man to boss me around.

"Fyi, having no opinion on some things isn't part of my job. I work for you, but that doesn't mean you own me. I can determine what I want and don't want. Stop acting like you're the superior creature on the planet because that only makes you stupid."

I have endured everything. But even with my decision, he is still the one to follow, I would no longer tolerate it. Even God gave us the freedom to choose, yet he, a mere human, appears to be attempting to outshine the Lord. What a dunderhead!

I rushed out of his office with heavy steps, despite the fact that he hadn't given me his condo address. I'll just go to Monica and ask her. Sebastian is a waste of time.