The Billionaire's Sassy Girl

Chapter 2

AAMNA POV'S.

I quickly removed my headphones, my gaze lingering on the mess before shifting to the well-polished leather shoes, black dress pants, and up to a well tailored suit with a white and black tie. My eyes widened as I took in his face, and my mouth dropped open in surprise.

I was standing face-to-face with Adeel Nur, Nigeria's most eligible and wealthy tycoon. I'd only seen his pictures online or in the news, never expecting to meet him in such an awkward situation. As someone who's not a fan of wealthy people, I found his good looks only added to my discomfort. To me, handsome men are evil wrap in beauty, they seemed too full of themselves. Yet I stared at him.

I couldn't help but notice how stunningly handsome he was – far more captivating than his online pictures. He stood at an impressive 6'6" with well-cut, shiny black hair and piercing black eyes. His physique suggested he spent a significant amount of time working out. However, his reputation preceded him: he was known for being egotistical, narcissistic, and vindictive – traits often associated with wealthy individuals, but amplified in his case.

His angry gaze pierced through me, and I realized I had missed him speaking to me.

"Are you deaf?" he half-yelled, his voice cutting through the air.

I looked around, noticing the growing crowd and their gasps of surprise at the scattered items. The onlookers' eyes were fixed on us, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. Before I could react, he barked another command.

"I said, pick it up!" I rolled my eyes, annoyed by his tone. He launched into a tirade. "Who are you? Who's your father? What does he do? Didn't they teach you how to...?"

I raised my hand, palm facing him, and said.

"Ah ah," effectively silencing him. His expression turned shocked and menacing. I scoffed, then began gathering my belongings and his but deliberately left his basket on the floor. "Stop looking at me like that," I snapped. "Looks can't kill, and stop barking like a dog. This is ridiculous."

I frowned and attempted to walk past him, for some reason I don't know why but he doesn't scare me like how people did. he grabbed my bannie, his hand tangling in my hair as it cascaded down my face. I yanked my hair free, and as I did, I accidentally dropped my basket with a loud crack. I blew the stray strands of hair from my face and rubbed my nose, a nervous habit I exhibited when agitated.

"Now what?' I asked, my voice laced with defiance.

"Apologize," he replied curtly. I chuckled, a low, mocking sound.

"I don't apologize, mister," I said, my tone unwavering.

The crowd began to murmur, their voices rising in a speculative hum. I shook my head, annoyed I didn't want to be the main attraction for any paparazzi. As I reached for my basket, two men in black emerged from nowhere, their presence imposing.

"Seriously, are you enjoying this, Mr. Adeel Nur?' I called out, my back still turned to him.

I felt a surge of unease. Three against one wasn't exactly favorable odds, especially given Adeel's towering height and the imposing stature of his companions. I didn't want to be the talk of the day, so I turned to face him. His expression was thunderous.

"I'm sorry,' I said, my voice dripping with insincerity. As I spoke, I discreetly flipped him my middle finger, a gesture only he and I could see.

His face turned beet red, like a lobster in boiling water. I chuckled bitterly, I blew a stray hair from my face again, and strode towards the cashier, still fuming.

I joined the short queue, and when it was my turn, the cashier looked up at me. I blew the hair out of my face again and slammed the basket onto the counter, my anger evident. The cashier raised an eyebrow.

"Why don't you grab a ribbon?" she suggested, her tone neutral. I shot her a glare.

"None of your f*****g business. Your f*****g job is to scan the items and collect payment, that's it." I half-yelled, my frustration boiling over.

The cashier's eyes widened at my tone, but she finished scanning the items without another word. After paying, I stormed out of the line, only to collide with Mr Adeel Nur again. My gaze narrowed, and I spotted my cap still clutched in his hand. That infuriated me. I didn't want it anymore; if he threw it at me, I'd rather burn it than retrieve it. With a muttered curse, I stormed out of the mall, leaving him and the chaos behind.