Taming the Spoilt Rich Girl

Chapter 1: Twice Rejected Ramera I c****d my head, observing myself standing in front of the mirror, and used my palms to run along the sides of my body, fingertips trailing over my curves. I quite liked the way my hands moved over the silk shift I wore—the one that cascaded over my curves, slightly sheer, revealing the faintest hint of what lay beneath. There was no way Francis was going to resist this. I smirked and looked towards the door. He was already standing there, an exhausted expression on his face. His forehead was marked with lines, as though he’d been running his hands over it—a habit I’d tried to get him to stop. “Hey, baby,” I said, leaning against my vanity. “I wanted to tell you something,” he said, looking everywhere but at me. I clicked my tongue and walked towards him, taking slow, meaningful strides, allowing my hips to sway dramatically. When I stopped in front of him, I placed my hand over his chest, feeling his warmth through the suit. “I need to talk to you,” he said, pulling my hand away from his chest. “I don’t want to talk” I purred, my voice low now that I was standing so close. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against him. I knew he saw it. I saw his eyes move there, but he paid no attention. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, pulling his head downward as I began planting kisses on his cheek. One of my arms slid down from his chest and wandered lower, teasing, searching for him. He stopped me, removing my arms from his body, leaving me standing there, cold and rejected. “I don’t have time for this. f**k this,” he spat, his eyes scanning over me with nothing but disdain, striking me deep inside, sending knives through my heart. “You’re my fiancé!” I said as suspicion rose within me. “It’s her, isn’t it? It’s her!” I demanded, seeing how he refused to answer. “f**k you,” I said, my voice trembling. There was no guilt on his face. Pride was written all over it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, a smirk lingering on his lips, taunting me, mocking me. He looked around my room until his eyes landed on the bottle of scotch I kept close to the coffee table. He walked over, his scent wafting into my nose. "So that's it, then," I said. "You reek of her cheap perfume. It's all over you!” I laughed bitterly. s**t. This wasn't the first time. I cursed under my breath, realizing I was just now noticing it. "No," I said firmly. "I've had it with you." I balled my hands into fists and jabbed my finger in his face. "You're being obnoxious," he said calmly as he grabbed my wrist. "I knew I wouldn't find peace with you." He let go of my hand. "I'm tired, Ramera. So f*****g tired of this behavior," he said, glaring at me. He turned towards the door and began moving toward it, leaving me cold. As he I felt nothing but the cold pain of rejection twisting in my heart. I collapsed to the floor, clutching my chest as the sound of my own cries filled my ears, breaking my heart even more. But why would I cry for him? I asked myself as I began searching frantically for my phone. By the time I found it, I crawled over to where I had left it on the nightstand near my bed. “Hey, George,” I said into the phone. “I don’t remember where the heck the number of the pilot is, but please tell him I’d like to leave.” “Leave? Where?” George asked. “You i***t, I’m going to see Dad.” “Why? Dad’s not in a good place right now. Need I remind you that he’s sick?” I rolled my eyes and wiped my tears, not caring about the way my mascara had smudged. “I don’t care, George. Do it now,” I said. “I want to leave tomorrow.” I hung up the phone. I woke up bright and early to George’s call. His frantic voice caused a frown to appear on my face. “What?” “Your actual pilot can’t make it. Henry says he has a family thing to handle, so I’m going to send mine. His name’s Phil. Treat him well—and I mean that. I don’t want any crazy stories of you treating my pilot like he’s not worth anything. And I know how you behave, so don’t get like that.” I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, raising my nails to my face, checking the status of the last manicure I’d done. “Just tell him to be on time at the airstrip. Because of this, I can’t even get my chopper flown out.” I sighed and fell back onto my pillow. “You’re really going to do this, huh?” George asked. “Do what? See Dad? What’s it to you whether I go see Dad or not? It’s not like he included you in the will. Then again, it’s not like you have anything to do, so what’s it to you?” I heard him laugh through the phone. “There’s no need to get like that. I was just asking.” “Frank might be cheating on me, and there’s no way I’d ever let that happen. There’s no way I’ll let Frank get away with it. He’ll get nothing from me, George. Mark my words.” I felt anger rising in me as I clenched the phone tighter. I hung up shortly after George started rambling incoherently about his ex-girlfriend doing the same. George was simply an i***t, and I had no sympathies for the likes of him. Once I reached the airport, my luggage in tow, it was taken by the hostess. The pilot stood outside, hand on his cap, smiling at me. “My name is Phil,” he said as I climbed the steps to the private jet, extending a hand toward me. I looked at his hand, then at his face, feeling a wave of disgust rise within me. “Whatever,” I muttered, brushing past him and walking straight into the plane. “How long is this going to take?” I sighed as I sank into one of the couches and began fiddling with my seatbelt. As soon as I finished buckling up, the tablet beside me buzzed, prompting me to swipe it open. An email from my second PA appeared on the screen—what was her name again? I couldn’t recall. There was a video attached to it. Frowning, I opened it. The sight made my stomach drop. It was Frank, his arms wrapped around a very familiar face. It was the familiar face of my first PA. I bit my lip so hard I thought I’d broken the skin, but the pain didn’t register. No, the pain from biting my lip couldn’t compare to the ache that gripped my heart, squeezing it so tightly I thought everything inside me would shatter. Frank had been cheating on me with her. He had been loving her when he was supposed to love me. And so here I was, rejected twice in 24 hours.