The Pretend Heiress (BOOK ONE)

Chapter Two

He tried blocking her slaps. She was actually stronger than she actually looked. His men finally pried her off him. He stood from his seat. They had gained everyone's attention. What a silly girl.

"Let me go! Let me....go." She said finally releasing herself. She watched him as he inspected himself. She straightened her uniform and smirked at him. Honestly, she was proud of herself. She did a good one there.

He looked at her in shock. How dare she smirk at him. She had the guts to get her cheap body on him even hit him. She was going to pay for this.

"You are going to pay for this do you hear me! Stupid ignorant, psychotic b***h!" He roared.

She place her hands on her waist. "OK first, stop using words I don't understand. And second. You had it coming!" She yelled back."Don't you ever insult me. You have no idea what the wild one can do. And I never want to see you here or else we will have a rematch of this." She pointed out.

"b***h! Trust me when I say we will meet again. But this time it would be I court." Roman yelled angrily. He still couldn't belief she laid a finger on him.

"Get out!" She roared as he and his men headed out.

"I think it's clear what we are doing!" He replies not looking back.

"Asshole!" She let out her anger. Damn him. Who the heck did he think he was to just walk into her store and insult her. Just then she remembered she had customers.

She faced them and offered the widest grin. "Just-a-little-theatre-for-our-lovely-customers-enjoy." It was so fast they nearly missed it. "It's just ten cents more." She whispered the last part earning scowls from them.

Roman sat back in his office chair thinking of the lady at the café. "The wild one." That's all he knew of hair. "What a beauty." He laughed at himself. "When did the world's richest and sexiest billionaire according to various magazines end up like this. Like a love struck teenage boy." He thought.

For crying out loud he was the heir to Lorenzo Corpse and was respected and feared by many. He could have any girl he wanted ranging from supermodels to actresses, yet he felt he couldn't he couldn't even reach her.

"Fuck." He cursed out loud. She had to become his. He didn't know this stance feeling and only she could explain it to him. He kept seeing her face everywhere. His little man woke from his slumber by just his remembrance of her face.

"Go down." He whispered to it but it remained reluctant. Just then Monica, a girl he met at the club yesterday walked in. She had on make up he thought was too much and s skirt that did nothing to her shapeless body.

But he wasn't going to get rid of her. He had a plan. He was going to get the wild one. She had to be his. But for, his wild girl created a mess in his pants and this girl was going to help him solve it.

Nikki stepped into her apartment, kicking off her shoes. She was so exhausted. She immediately took a cold shower and put on her sponge Bob pyjamas. She went tho the hall and on her television. She began eating the muffin she took from the café. She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips at the thought of the man at the café.

She remembered every trace on his face. From the chiselled jaw, to the straight nose, then the grey eyes which bore holes into her, to those perfect plump pink lips.

"Earth to Nikki. How can you even consider a stuck up guy like that." She placed her legs on her worn out couch. "By the way. I'm sure he goes for the sexy, classy, rich, educated, sophisticated women. And by the way, he's not even my type." She nodded to herself and bit on her muffin.

Half way through the muffin, there was a knock on her door. She checked her wrist watch. 11:53 pm. Who on earth was at her door at this time?

When she opened the door, she immediately shut it wishing she didn't even open it.