Chapter 11
291 Words
Blake (p.o.v)
I stood there with my right hand upon my cheek.
"How dare she slap me, Just who the f**k she think she is, she just messed with the wrong guy,she is so dead" I said to my self.
I stormed to my bedroom and slammed the door hard that the hinges broke. "s**t, now I have to fix this" I muttered.
"Joan, Joan where the bloody are you" I shouted.
He ran upstairs to my room and entered in with out knocking.
"How dare you enter in without my permission and without knocking, your wife teach you no manners" I shouted at him.
"Sorry sir I wont repeat the same mistake again" He replied while shifting on both his feet.
"Good, he should be scared of me, unlike some girl" I muttered.
"Well you better not make the same mistake again otherwise you can pack your bad and leave" I said.
"OK sir, you need something"He asked.
"Tell me Joan, did you get me a new car and sold my other one" I asked.
"Yes sir all done and your brand new car is waiting outside the mansion" He said.
"Good" I said impressed. "Go call the builder and tell him to fix my door".
"Yes sir" he said and walked away.
I sat down on my bed frustrated and looked in the mirror at my red cheek. That b***h did this and she will pay, suddenly an idea occurred and I smirked evilly.
"Get ready for payback b***h and you better pray to your god to save you, even though girl like you are usually ignored by god himself and by the end of this week you would have wished that I kill you" I whispered and smirked.
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