Glorious Hate

Forgotten Charity Ball<3 Ophelia

"Shall we start the meeting Mr Godwin?"

I ask to get myself out of this pointless predicament as I formally sit back in my chair.

"We shall."

Ryd_Mr Godwin grants permission as if he didn't get the idea that my question was rhetorical but I ignore it to avoid any unwanted conversation.

"I have come to conclusion that I will let you  interview me again."

"And what might be the catch if you don't mind me asking?" He asks as he folds his hands on his lap and his eyebrows drawn together highlighting his curiosity.

" I get to choose the questions you ask."

"What would be the point of the interview then?"

"Define the word interview Mr Godwin."

"I can't define the word itself but I can explain what it consists of." Of course he doesn't know

"Then I kindly advice that you do not ask me what the point of something is if you can not define it. But, you can tell me what it consists of." I question, starting to doubt the intelligence of yours truly, Mr Godwin.

"It consists of me asking you questions that gives an insight of what I want to know not what you want us to know." Fair enough, but not quite right.

"And that is your downfall Mr Godwin. Even if you ask questions that will give you answers that you want, I still have the power to withhold some information that I do not wish for you to know."

"I must say that you have outspoken me so we will do it your way." As if there is any other way.

" Great. On your way out, make sure you see my assistant so that she can inform you when I am free."

"Have a good day. I hope you will be at the ball tonight." He goes out as soon as he punctuates his statement. What ball is he talking about? 

I call my assistant to come to my office minutes after Mr Godwin leaves. When she arrives, my assistant confirms that I do have a ball to attend to so I tell her to start organising all the staff that will be needed tonight and call my make up artist/ designer while I finish off signing the contracts ,which takes longer than I insinuated because when I finish, my assistant comes to tell me that my designer is ready. 

When I got to my mansion, people were running around  and there was a woman commanding what needs to be done while holding a clip board. She says something but I just ignore her, peacefully 

making my way to my room and have a shower.

After hours, everything was done. I was satisfied with how I looked but I was still agitated because the hairstylist tried to do my hair when he knows that no one touches my hair, except me. I was wearing a navy ball gown, with a nude pitch colour at the bottom making it an ombre. My dress is accompanied by gold versace strappy high heels. I ended up just making soft curls with my blonde wig and leaving it loose.

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"Smile for us Ophelia!!"

"What inspired your outfit?!!"

"Where is your date Ophelia!!?"

They are like a mobster, I can barely hear my thoughts with all this noise.

I just keep on posing for the cameras but I do not smile or answer their questions.

"It doesn't hurt to smile a little." Someone comes behind me and whispers in my ear while their hand is on my lower back.

When I turn around, my lips brush with the other person's.

Ryder.

"They kissed!"

"Did you get that on camera?"

"Are you guys dating?"

I remove Mr Godwin's hand from my back but before I release it, he intertwines our fingers and starts walking to the entrance.

Don't make a scene on the red carpet Ophelia. Just breathe.

Just a second after we walk off the red carpet, I pull Mr Godwin behind one of the pillars  where no one can see us.

"If you wanted us to be alone, there was no need for you to go all dominant." He says as he encircles his arm around my waist to pull me towards him.

"What do you think you are doing Mr Godwin? I'm your business partner." I try to remove his from my waist but there is no use, its like he is a magnet and I am the metal. 

Or I am I just not trying hard enough.

"I don't mix business and personal matters. Do you?" Before I can say anything, he leans in till his lips are touching mine.

Suddenly, he is on his knees while groaning and holding his member.

I guess my leg has a mind of its own.

I walk into the building, leaving Mr Godwin to get himself together. As I arrive at my appointed table, I notice Mr Godwin's name is next to mine.

Seriously?

He just keeps on popping everywhere

"We meet again." I turn around to look at the face that somehow keeps on popping everywhere.

For pete's  sake.

Okay, so this chapter is not the best of them all but I just want you guys to have something to read while I finish my never ending assignments.

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