Rebellious Love

Rebellious 12

"Am I?" I laughed a little. "You chose this, Rayver. Put up with it."

I opened the passenger seat and sat down inside. I followed him with my gaze as he turned around to the driver's seat. When he entered, I also quickly looked away from him. I heard his deep breath.

"Look," he started. "I didn't know it was you that night. I went there, as same as your reason, to just f uck around before I give up my bachelor. If I had known, I wouldn't f uck you from there."

I looked at him. If he knew I was Papa's son, he wouldn't touch me, right? But he found me attractive, that's for sure. He wouldn't touch me if not, right?

"That's impossible," I said. "News about me is scattered around the media. It's impossible that Papa didn't introduce me to you, he chose you. Of all guys, why did he choose you?"

I scoffed and diverted my gaze away from him. Aren't we leaving yet? I am starving. If he wants to talk, fine! I can give it to him. Well, from the very beginning he knew I didn't like him. So I don't even have to stop myself from what I want to say.

As I've said, he chose this. He must put up with it, then.

"Well, I only knew your name but not your face," he said. "I don't watch unnecessary news, Lili. As I've said, I wouldn't f uck you that night if only."

I felt offended. It was like a big regret for him that we did that. I tuck my hair behind my hair, trying to hide my annoyance. Well, yeah. I kinda regret it. He was good. The s ex was great but like him, if I only knew that he was Rayver Clemente, I wouldn't even let him touch even the tip of my hair.

"I don't believe you," I insisted. "You stalked me. You had me then, what? You are even trying to have my Dad on your side. Everything, depending on you? Even me being grounded, depending on you? I wouldn't be surprised if I hear that you're the reason behind all my father's bad decisions lately especially involving me."

I heard him take a deep breath. I don't care what he says, that's what I want to believe. That's what I've been seeing lately.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he denied. "But it seems like your imagination has gone too far, Lili. None of your accusations are true. I merely agree with your father because I felt like I owe him for everything he has done to me."

I looked at him again. I met his dark gaze. I smirked. I was not moved by the way he looked at me.

"Well, you are— after all, poor from the beginning—"

Before I could even finish my sentence, Rayver grabbed me by my arms. It was a bit harsh that I ended up grasping in both shock and pain. I glared at him as he slowly lowered his head— as if tempting to kiss me.

But he only leaned on my ear to whisper.

"I don't care what you think of me, Liliene... I don't care. But as long as you don't do something stupid then, I'd be even willing to convince your father to lift up your ban but other than that, nothing."

I gulped the lump forming on my throat. "You are too close..."

He raised his head to look at me. His eyes narrowed down to my lips and a smirk escape his lips.

I don't like how close he is to me. One wrong move and we'd kiss, something I don't want to happen.

"Am I making you feel things now that we're this close?"

I tried to move my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin to refrain me from moving. I let out a pesky groan, not really wanting this to happen.

"I thought you wouldn't dare to touch me that night if you knew me. Now, why are you touching me?"

"I'm not touching you," he had the guts to deny it when he's literally holding me right now! "Admittedly, you were hot. I actually had a great time despite you being a virgin... You are sexy, Lili. I guess I'd have to take back my words because right now, you are being annoying that I want to shut your mouth up to stop it from running."

"F uck you..." I said, emphasizing the you. "Let go of me..."

He let out a chuckle. But instead of letting go of me, his hand just went down to my neck and wrapped his hand around it. It wasn't painful as he just carefully wrapped his hand around my neck, like measuring it or something. There was no hint of tightness. No hint of hurting me.

Am I scared? Heck, I am f ucking nervous and I don't like this feeling.

I don't like that I thought of him not capable of hurting me. Well, truthfully, he won't because of my father.

"If you keep talking like that about me, I might not stop myself from punishing you for real. You'll scream and beg for me to stop, Lili."

"Are you threatening me?"

I widened my eyes at him. Later, I myself forced to remove his hand and push him there. He didn't fight anymore and gave in.

"If that's how it sounds to you then, yes. I am."

I glared at him. if looks could kill, he would have been dead.

"I will tell this to father," I said and his car was about to stop when he quickly pressed the lock.

I groaned in annoyance. "The date is cancelled now! I've lost my apetite to dine with you, Rayver. So, unlock the door and let me go. Now."

"I can't do that," he simply said. "Everything is reserved and I even called a media to capture us while dining out. Besides, it's your father's words to go on dates with me and tonight will be the start."

I can't count how many times I have cursed him inside my head. I've lost count and I just wanted him to vanish right in front of me. I don't know but I'm really irritated with him. Well, I know the reasons and knowing those are what makes me piss off. Why doesn't he just disappear today or tomorrow so I don't have to worry anymore? The public would sympathize with me for losing my future husband, then my issue would die down.

Ah, annoying. Rayver Clemente is annoying. Extremely annoying.

In the end, I didn't do anything else but go with him on this date. Useless. I wasn't even happy or excited about the food because when we got there, I didn't even have the appetite to eat even though I was already hungry.

Gosh... It's his fault. Why didn't he just hate it? Does he want to be part of our family that much? Is he that desperate to get richer?

He's like a parasite.

I'd rather have myself clean my mess than get into a marriage I don't even desire to.

"Can't we just make this thing quick?" The whisper irritated him.

The ambiance felt so stuffy because there were a lot of people in there. I really don't want to be in public but because it's necessary, I have no choice but to go with the flow of time.

He was the one who chose food for us. I didn't even have a chance to choose because it was already reserved. Sighing, I cut the steak with the knife and started eating. The stares from people—which I assumed are the media they hired, are uncomfortable. I'm used to it but this time, with Rayver— it makes things awfully bad.

Tomorrow or later, it will appear in the media that we're dating and next, the wedding.Ah, I hate this.

"What's with marriage that you hate the most? I felt like you're not just against marriage because it's me whom you're going to marry with but the general thought of it."

My upper lip rose up. "Now, are you being interested? You can just ask me whether I like to be wed or not in the future if you're curious."

"Well?" he anticipated.

Overall, I dislike marriage.

I grew up with a complete family. My parents are happily married for years now. I actually don't see any reason not to get married in the future but then, ever since I've realized that I could really go on with life without a guy, I thought, I don't wanna get married.

Marriage is sacred. As a woman, I also dreamed of being so in love but then, it's tiring. I haven't fallen in love yet but the thought of loving someone and the idea of ​​being in pain at the same time scares me. I don't like pain, emotionally. I've seen a lot of people who went though a break up lost theirselves because of love. Although, it wasn't the case for my parents but who knows? I might be unlucky when it comes to love so, I am choosing not to love anyone but myself.

I'll grow old alone, lonely... and having someone might be a good idea and very refeshing but then, I can't.

"I think I have a commitment issue," I simply answered.

Well, what he's up to now? Getting to know each other? I tsk-ed.

"That's all?" he sounded so disappointed as if he expected a more profound answer.

Shrugging, I went back to eating and let those media feast on us. They will have something to talk about me again and this time, I hope it will go well. I really hope so.

Still, I hate Rayver Clemente. So much.