Fake Marriage with The Tyrant Billionaire

CHAPTER 9: DIGGING OWN MY OWN GRAVE

"A woman like me is gifted with excellent intuition. Are you doubting my ability?"

"I-It's not my intention, Miss Gale. I apologize." He said profusely.

"So, are you going to check it out or not?" She let out, infuriated.

The man faltered for a moment until he agreed to listen to her order. "I will! I will!"

As the man strides toward the door, she promptly opens up the bottle to sniff the water inside, as soon as she smells it. . . She sneered while her eyes glimpsed at him, emitting a mysterious look.

When the man was nearly about to grasp the doorknob, surprisingly, someone outside had already unlocked it.

As soon as the door opened, Nichole locked her eyes on the door as it revealed the two men who had arrived.

"Ah. Boss, your here." The man jarred addressed.

As soon as she recognized who it was. Nichole's sharply turned her gaze to a puzzled, confused look.

'Boss? Tha. . . That man?!'

Upon entering the door, David's eyes were twinkling in a way she couldn't fathom.

"Leave." He shortly said without even lending a glance to the man.

"Ah - Yes." He replied and narrowly bends his head before he leaves as he last peeks back to Nichole who is also staring at him intently.

"Am I late?" He chimed from the doorway with a deep husky voice, not hiding his manly cunning expression.

Nichole unconsciously rose from her seat as her eyes were glued straight to him.

'How. . . How could this be? What is this man doing here?' She ponders.

Because of his unexpected show-up, Nichole's bewildered expressions were all visible to David's distinctive eyes, exactly like how he predicted she would react.

Well, who wouldn't be surprised if the person she met coincidentally anyhow ended up having their encounter with each other embarrassingly? More of whenever she meets him nothing good happens to her.

After a few steps from the door, in an orthodox black suit, David strode elegantly to Nichole, followed closely by another man in a suit behind him.

At first glance, Nichole was a bit startled and could not move her feet. Her eyes widened immediately as he slowly approached her.

In front of her was the man she had met several times a day ago. To sum it all up, this will be their third time meeting each other again.

'Is this arrogant man the vice president?'

Even though she found her thoughts impossible to imagine, seeing this person in front of her made her unable to think properly.

Considering how her previous encounter with him was too awkward to even mention what happened between them, how could she face him and act like nothing had happened that day? Is it too late to back off now?

He takes a deep breath, slowly a small smile on his lips escapes as he takes a step closer to Nichole, leaving a small space between them and leaning a little to her ears. "You seem surprised to see me again, aren't you Miss Rude lady?" He mumbles mischievously.

As he spoke his cold tingling breath made Nichole's body stiffen, all the blood in her body seemed to rush to her head.

She could smell a faint cologne wrapped in him most likely worn off, but it was still strong.

Without a second thought, she pushed him away and gazed at him with fierce daggers in her eyes. She takes a three-step back away from him.

'What a lunatic pervert.' Is wanted she wanted to say.

". . ."

His eyes turned hostile while his lips couldn't help but grin, watching her flustered, surprised face.

"Not so bold now. . . huh?" He uttered a deep meaning in his words. "Did you swallow your tongue?"

'This man!'

"Excuse me?" Her eyes squinted.

The corner of his lips beamed sarcastically. "Oh, seems you're not a mute but a deaf person who can't hear things clearly."

She felt offended and began to be annoyed. From Nichole's perspective, he's provoking her to punch his face by insulting her twice! But, instead of throwing her fist at his mocking handsome face, Nichole suppressed her irritation inside. By telling herself that punching him wouldn't be enough to calm her anger.

Nichole clenched her jaw and pressed a sour smile. "Hello, I'm Henry's distant cousin." She introduced herself and disregarded what he said. "Henry sent me here to discuss the contract. Are you perhaps Mr. Zaire Adam Samson?"

"Heh." He lifted his brows, "Is pretending you don't know me; is it some sort of game you want to play?" He implores.

Although it is true that they previously met several times, Nichole honestly was not aware of what kind of identity he held or his name. She's not curious about knowing him and doesn't have any purpose in acting like they were strangers when their paths have already crossed multiple times.

"I apologize, but I'm not interested in your measly games," she scoffed, "I am merely here to negotiate and discuss the contract."

"So, you're not denying those things you've done to me?" He blatantly says as he took said one step at a time.

Nichole's startled gaze snaps at David. Then he started to chuckle. "I'm sorry what? Those things?"

' Has he finally gone crazy?'

"Yep, those unforgettable and embarrassing actions you've done to me." He folds his arms over his chest. Trying to look intimidating.

She rolled her eyes.

'That's bullshit.'

"Look, there must be some kind of misunderstanding here. Sir."

She uttered politely.

"Call me by my name." He demanded.

Nichole felt speechless by the way he behaved towards her. They have only crossed their paths several times, so why is he making it like a big matter?

"Wait for a second," Adam spoke up, interrupting them. "You two. . . Know each other?" He skeptically implored as he looked between them.

"No./Yes," they replied as they glared at each other.

David was dumbfounded. "Did you just say. . . No?"

Nichole nodded as she looked back at Adam. "I don't know him, it just happens that we crossed each other several times, that's all."

Hearing those words came from her lips. David did not notice that he was already clenching his jaw as he sighed deeply, a hint of displeasure at her.

"Several times?" His face darkens.

"Those f*****g several times of yours are enough to create f*****g memories worth remembering! -"

She cut him off. "Well, surely mine was not."

'Who would want to remember their most embarrassing moments? I was trying to forget it. Why does he have to mention it again?'

"What?" He asks in disbelief.

He's stunned.

He can't believe it.

She's the first woman who dared to talk back at him and make him feel his existence didn't matter.

"So. Boldly ripping my shirt off in public, is an act of a stranger?" Glaring at her. He asks, a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes.

"T-That was an accident, I told you." She reasoned.

She just clutched someone nearer to her to prevent herself from falling, who wouldn't expect that his expensive shirt could effortlessly rip off. Also, she has already apologized to him.

"Then what about stealing my car?"

'This guy, is he finding trouble with me? Why does he keep mentioning the past?'

"It was a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you there."

"Wow, you drive my car as if we're going to hell. Thanks to you, I was one hour late for my flight."

"I did give you compensation."

"Like I goddamn need it." He halted, his dark gaze practically attempting to intimidate her.

"The first time we met you said it was an accident, the second time you said it was a coincidence." He snarled. "Don't tell me this is also a coincidence? It seems strange for this to be called a coincidence."

"Just what on earth are you trying to say?" She implied, sounding frustrated.

"Simple." He smiles nonchalantly. "Or maybe we were meant to meet."

'Or maybe we were meant to meet.'

'Or maybe we were meant to meet.'

'. . . Meant to meet.'

His words rang in her ears repeatedly.

'Hah, is he flirting with me? What a scoundrel.' She pondered over her thoughts.

"Stop. Both of you." Adam cut in. "Were not here to argue."

"We are not arguing." He shot back defensively.

"Then?"

"We're just talking."

"Hah. Just talking?" Adam, "This is my first time seeing someone glaring as if they're cursing each other inside to death while talking."

"f**k off Adam."

"Yes."

No matter what he says, he can't win with him. Adam is afraid that he may cut his salary again if he says another word that would piss him off. He can't risk his precious salary. He had better behave well and endure David's moody personality.

"You're..... Adam?" She drawls.

Adam and David glimpsed back at her, catching her deep black eyes staring at them in puzzlement.

"Yes, I apologize for the late introduction." Adam politely said. "I'm Zaire Adam Samson." He greeted. "I'm David's 24-hour assistant, best friend, and the vice president who's currently managing this hotel."

"Ah, hello." She awkwardly greets.

'Why didn't he say that to me sooner? He made me feel like a fool asking the wrong person.'

"You must be Nichole Gale. Just call me Adam. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He continues as he shakes his hand with her. "Please have a seat."

"Thank you."

Adam stares at Nichole, eyeing the way she sits full of grace and poise, defining her as a woman. Her dark charcoal hair curls naturally down onto her shoulders, making her look more professional yet casual at the same time.

"So, who's this crazy man with you?" She spouts frankly.

"..."

They're all turned silent.

"..."

"Pfft." Adam laughed in a coughing fit.

He did not anticipate hearing her blunt remarks, which he found amusing. She sure is fearless!

'I like her! They are a good match indeed.'

David glared at him meaningly, making Adam instantly cover his mouth to stop from laughing.

"Sorry, I sometimes spout random facts when I'm nervous. Anyway, are we finally going to discuss the contract now?"

David gently brushed his lips.

"Don't you really don't know who I am?"

"If I knew, do you think I would still ask you?"

"That's impossible."

"What?" her eyes narrowed.

"Everyone knows me." He said. "How come you don't know me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Do I have to know every stranger I would meet?"

David did not utter any single word.

Incomprehension could be seen in his raised eyebrows.

They've met more than twice. David believed that Nichole had a purpose of approaching him at first like other women who wanted him, his power, and wealth. However, he can't seem to guess if she's pretending or telling the truth.

"David."

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm David. Your soon-to-be husband," he announced triumphantly.

Pounded in her throat, "Y-you're David Tyler?"

'It couldn't be him.'

She was hoping for him to be not and denied it. She had offended him multiple times. She is certain that he won't let her off the hook if he's truly the mysterious, powerful David Tyler, Henry was speaking.

"Uh-huh." He snickered.

Nichole blinks her eyes, a little horrified. She instantly stood up and turned her gaze to the door.

She's mulling over whether to escape or not and letting Henry handle the mess.

Besides, she's not the only woman he can assign to handle this mission.

Only if she glanced at the data Henry was trying to give to her, this thing wouldn't happen at all.

Only if.

However, David seems to notice through her scheming thoughts, as if he can hear her mind.

"The moment you step into my hotel, you have already become my wife."

He added with an arrogant smile. "There's no backing out here. Missy."

She flinched. "I haven't signed the contract."

David strangely laughs. "Those papers can wait."

"Your mere presence here is the best proof that you are interested in marrying me. Unless. . ."

"Unless, what?" She asks hesitantly in a small voice.

"Unless you're scared and want to escape like what you did last time."

"Who wants to escape?"

Her expression is fierce. But he just slightly shrugs.

"I'm not that type of woman, whatever you are thinking, Mister David Tyler Escliffe."

"Ho-ho, really?"

"Instead, I will make sure that you won't regret hiring me, Mr. David. I'll be your perfect fake wife. I only hope you can put up with my personality."

She said meaningfully, giving him a cold yet peculiar look.

"Likewise."

Even though Nichole felt like she was digging her own grave by blatantly offending him, she would make sure that the tricks hidden on his sleeves wouldn't work on her. She's ready to fight on the battlefield and drag him to hell.

"Do you remember the thing you said to me when we last met?"

"No." She replied blankly.

"You said very daringly that 'The day we will meet again will probably be my funeral." He grinned and walked to her. "However, who wouldn't expect that instead of my funeral you'd be attending my wedding..."

Nichole gulped nervously.

"As my wife."

David smiled triumphantly, revealing his perfect white teeth.