Valoreign

Chapter IV: Arrogante

Rhea

Remember that guy that was drop dead gorgeous and practically looked like a god? Yeah him. Well right now he's dragging me up stairs shouting for James. I don't think he took the news so lightly when I told him I was his roommate.

"James! James! Where the hell are you?!" Geez he has a grip.

"James! James, who the f**k is this? Where's father? I want to speak to him immediately." Guess he found James. My wrist is probably going to have a bruise.

"Will you let go of me? I'm not some rag doll you can just wave around. You're hurting my wrist!"

He gives me a cold blank stare "Suck it up" And continues to search for Mr. Valoreign after James told him where he was,the formal living area.

"Pedaço de merda" I mumble under my breath.

"Right back at you, you infestation" Great..He knows Portuguese too.

By the time we reach the formal living area. I see Mr. Valoreign talking on to his secretary."Linda, make sure to make an appointment for-"

"Father what the hell is going on? Who the f**k is this?" Mr.Valoreign sighs and gives me a look of pity saying: I'm sorry about my asshole of a son. Please bare with me.

Yeah right, you didn't even bother to warn me about your asshole of a son!

"This is Rhea, Ryan. She will be saying with us from now on, meaning you" Ryan yanks me forward in front of him causing me to yelp a bit.

"Oi! I told you to let go of me! What's wrong with you? Don't you have a sense of decency? Why-"

"Shut up" He says while turning to his father.

Why you arrogant little bastard.

"Why is this..." He looks me up and down and scowls "-peasant here? What are we doing? Running a charity for the homeless? Last time I checked, We already donated. I don't want homeless peasants living in my-"

"My house Ryan. This mansion is my house. So Rhea will not be leaving just because you can't stand her social class and the fact you can't be kinder to anyone but yourself! I've had enough of this spoiled brat attitude of your's, Ryan and will not tolerate it any longer. I didn't raise you to be this way".

Ryan scoffs and shoves me away from him "Raise me? You were never there, don't give me that bullshit."

He then turns to me and scowls once more narrowing his eyes at me. "And you, I don't know who the f**k you think you are coming here but you aren't going to get anything from us. If you think your pathetic rat ass will get off scot-free because my father somehow took a liking to your pathetic ass, you're wrong"

Rat ass? Why you little-

"Ryan that's enough! Leave and don't come come down until you learn to respect people"

In a huff he turns but not without throwing me another sharp glare. Mr. Valoreign puts a hand on my shoulder "I'm so sorry about him Rhea. I hope you guys will eventually get along to the point of tolerating each other's presence"

Yeah right

"I have to go to Paris now. I'm sorry again. Good luck" he says as he leaves out the door with secretary in hand.

Two hours later, James came to get me from my room like he promised. He showed me where everything was and told me to take a seat at the table, and then right there was Ryan Valoreign on his phone not giving a damn about the world and the people that existed. I sit down at the table awkwardly shifting in my seat.

Even his presence makes me cold and awkward.

"What do you think you're doing?" he says in a slightly aggravated voice not even looking up.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm sitting down"

"Who told you to sit down?"

"Should it matter? I can sit wherever I want, thank you very much". He grits his teeth a bit before speaking up.

"You don't belong here Rat, so get your ass to the kitchen and eat there." Ughhhh this little piece of shit...

"It's Rhea, not Rat and I don't give a damn. I'm sitting here whether you like it or not, você é um pequeno pedaço de merda" You little piece of s**t! God the nerve of this guy.

"Does it look like I give a damn? Get off my property and stop speaking in f*****g Portuguese and speak English"

What?

"Você não fala o idioma?" He doesn't speak the language? Oh..... this is going to be good.

"Did you just call me an i***t?" I start laughing. He won't know all the dirty little cuss words then.

"No, I asked if you did not speak the language" He finally looks up at me and stands up. I stand up too-determined not to be intimidated. "I don't. Now shut up and get out of my house"

"No"

"Get out"

"No"

"I'll call security"

"Do it then. They won't do anything to me since your dad informed everyone I was staying here"

He runs his fingers through his hair and slams a hand on the table narrowing his eyes.

Why does he look so hot doing this is beyond me.

"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit. Leave. Now"

I lean closer to him with our noses barely touching "No"

"That's it." He walks around the table and out of nowhere, picks me up by the waist and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"HEy! Put me down right now!"

"No". The nerve of this asshole!

"You f*****g pedaço de merda! Put me down! Right now before I kick you where the sun doesn't shine and make you wish you put me down!" He scoffs and adjusts me. Stop touching my butt!

"You can't even reach down there so don't even bother trying." I start kicking and punching his back only for him to actually touch my butt more to keep me still.

"Will you stop touching my ass?!"

"Will you stop moving?"

We reach to the family room that is right across the open kitchen. I see a breakfast table between the two areas. He throws me on the fluffy couch and I bounce up trying not to fall off the damn couch.

I scramble off the couch and run up to him and hit him where its hard. I hear the man in training groan with a strangled breath, and hold the spot I kicked. He gives me a sharp glare before dropping to the ground. I give him a proud look and walk over him as he's on the ground trying not to groan or seem like he's in pain.

Guess I bruised his ego like I bruised his-

"You f*****g b***h" he says with a strained voice. "I can't believe you kicked me in my f*****g balls!"

That's what you get for being an ass! I shrug "That's what you get for being an asshole. Now if you will excuse me, I think dinner is ready" and I strut off.

By the time he came to the table, I was already eating. I told James and Annie -one of the maids- that Ryan would be here shortly due to an accident that has occurred. Ryan plopped in his seat and stabbed his pasta before swirling in a spoon. He then takes the small amount and shoves it in his mouth, all the while giving me a death glare. I just scarf my food like any normal person and see him roll his eyes muttering.

"Pest don't know how to eat properly".

I roll my eyes as we eat in silence. For some odd reason, the asshole finishes before me. He then looks up at me and shoves the plate towards me.

"Clean it up"

The nerve of this guy!

"How about you clean it up" I reply swiftly shoving it back to him.

He narrows his eyes and shoves it back to me "Clean it up" and walks away.

Ughhh.

Bunda arrogante

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Chapter IV Is now Up!

Bunda arrogante: Arrogant Ass

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