MR ROMANTIC

Episode 2

Williamson’s Pov CONT'D:

I touched my cheek and looked at her in complete awe. The people around were doubly confounded.

What the hell? Did she really slap me???

The b***h! She had the nerves to slap me in public?

My eyes flashed with anger as she smirked and starred back at me -so fearlessly.

“Next time, know your limits” she said brusquely and tried walking away, but I held her back by the wrist.

“How dare you?” I said lowly, anger echoing in my voice.

She smiled and tried freeing her hand from mine, but couldn’t as my grip around her was firm.

“Will you let go of me?” She grouse but I still held her firmly.

“You’re gonna be mine. I promise you. I’ll make you scream my name in bed” I told her and for a second, her face went cold.

“Let me go before I smack you in the face” she said and I finally let go of her wrist, still fuming.

She stood, staring at me and I walked away before she did.

Danielle’s Pov:

I came out of the bathroom and couldn’t find him anywhere in the room again.

Geez! So that dude really ran away from me?

I sat on the bed and smiled, reminiscing the previous night.

Gosh! That guy’s really a Mr Romantic – like I’ve heard.

He’s so good in bed and I swear, I’ve never met a man who could satisfy me the way he did last night. He almost broke my p*ssy while drilling me.

I smiled and picked at my nails.

What’s his name again?

Williamson. Right.

Williamson.

I really need someone like that in my life; I mean, someone to pleasure me the way he did. He’s the best!

How can I get to him again? He’s left already.

Yes! I have his contact!

I had managed to steal it from his phone last night.

Perfect! Everything’s gonna work out fine.

I giggled to myself and reached for my phone on the bed.

Williamson’s Pov:

I sat impatiently in the car and looked through the window. I just couldn’t wait.

I swear I’m gonna teach that b***h a lesson.

I can’t believe she slapped me in public!

Me!

I just hope none of my friends or side chicks had been around to witness that.

Nobody messes around with me. I get anyone I want and fu*k whoever I want and nobody says no to me.

Nobody.

I must get this lady no matter what it’s gonna take. I must have her on my bed.

“She’s coming” my driver broke into my thoughts and I looked through the window and saw her coming out of the building.

She was the girl’s mother – a woman who should be in her late fourties or so.

I waited anxiously for her to draw near and when she was close enough, I opened the door and went out to meet her.

Zara’s Pov:

Gosh! I can’t believe that pillock actually touched my a**

Like…who the hell does he think he is?

I walked into the quiet house and discovered mum was yet to return.

she’s probably still at work.

I took a glass of water from the fridge and sat, thinking about the whole thing.

But the way I had slapped him – was it right?

Well, of course it was. I mean, he deserved it. How dare he flirt with my a** like that? Who does that?

His words niggled at me:

“I’ll make you scream my name in bed”.

Why am I even thinking about it? He was definitely just blustering and can’t do more than a living cockroach.

I was still there, ruminating when the door suddenly opened mum coming in.

Huh?

She was crying.

“Mum!” I called and stood up immediately, going to meet her.

What’s going on?

“Mum, are…are you alright? What’s wrong?” I asked paranoid and she wept more.

“Zara” she whimpered as I helped her sit.

“Mum, please talk to me. What’s going on? What the hell happened? Why’re you crying?” I asked and she sniffed.

“There’s a problem, Zara. I don’t know what happened. I…” she paused and wept more.

Oh, God! What’s wrong?

“On my way home from work” she started tearfully.

“Just when left the building…I ran into someone – a young man…”