chapter 4
635 Words
Zachariah Pov
I was losing my patience. How dare this common slut lie straight to my face. He voice was calm and clear, but what gave her away was the clenched fist. I pulled out my gun threatening her to tell me the truth. But all she did was cry.
I pulled her by her wrist, dragging her up the stairs looking through her whole house.
When I saw what was in the bathroom I couldn't help but feel the anger coarse through me.
She had really helped that lieing, stealing, son of a b***h. That f*****g drug addict robbed me of my money and now, because he probably seduced this w***e behind me, he would get to escape.
Rose was crying harder now, it was irritating the crap put of me.
I screamed at her to shut up but when she tried she fainted against the door I grabbed her waist lifting her up. I checked her pulse and breathing before walking toward her room and putting her on the bed.
That b***h, Jared, would probably be back. This girl was too gullible and kind. Agh, I had previously called her a w***e and a slut. She was obviously just too nice for her own good. And she would probably welcome him back with a bed and food.
Should I just kill her? Agh. I would but then the bakery would close. Her food was just too good for my own good, maybe... I should bring her back to cook for me.
My driver brought the car around. I got into the back of the car, putting her down in the seat next to me.
As the driver stopped by the red light she flew forward onto the floor of the car. I ignored her, letting her stay in the floor. When the driver stopped again she went sideways knocking her face against the door. f**k. That was definitely leaving a bruise. I sighed before picking her up and holding her on my lap. I saw a little blood by her lip. For the first time in over 15 years, I felt guilty. I cradled her gently rubbing her cheeks before I leaned forward.
"Sorry", I whispered into her ear. After driving another 5 minutes, she started stirring. Her eyes fluttered as she looked up at me. Fear crossed her face as she realized where we were. Tear welled in her eyes as she stared, shaking again.
"P-please...”, she whispered, her lips trembling.
And for the second time in less than an hour felt guilty.
I brought her into my chest and rubbed the back if her head.
"Shhh, I'm sorry.... Okay? So can you please stop crying?" I said quietly so my driver couldn't hear.
Her crying slowed as she looked up at me. She sat up on my lap and put her head in my neck, wrapping her arms around my neck. I could feel she was still crying so I rubbed her back to try and calm her down.
“I’m sorry", I whispered again.
She nodded her before moving off my lap and into the seat.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked quietly.
"I'm bringing you back to my villa, the man you helped is not a good person so it's safer for you to close the bakery for a few days while you're away at my villa", I told her, my cold appearance and indifferent tone made her flinch but I didn't care.
"I'm sure it'll be fine if I stay at home", she whispered again.
"I won't risk it, you're coming with me whether you want to or not", I said again, irritation creeping into my voice.
For the rest of the drive she remained quiet making an uncomfortable silence in the car.
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