Chapter 5
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After dinner, I couldn't stop thinking about what Reggie had said. The thought of not being able to leave the four walls of the mansion pretty much creeped me out.
He didn't seem to be bothered about it. Maybe it was just a joke that he planned on playing to get me to leave and forgo my plans of making Draco bow down before me in defeat.
"Sir Reggie Were you actually serious when you said I couldn't leave the mansion?" I asked, filled with anxiety.
"Nope, you can go and come in anytime you want. But the thing is, you live here with me. If you lived outside my premises, I might just have problems dealing with the guilt in mee," he let out.
My thoughts about leaving were so great that I didn't see the sight before me. Reggie was only in shorts, and I could see his muscular body and his manly physique really well.
He was exercising, and I actually wanted to watch him do it. Usually I thought billionaires don't get a day off, but he kind of bought himself a week out of work just to be with me.
I didn't know it would be so easy to get with the ice-cold billionaire everyone rummaged about. "I've got a got a cold?" I chuckled. He wasn't even cold at all.
"Sir, the daughter of the Dutch of Bellingham is here," one of the guards rushed in to spread the news.
"Tell her I don't want to see her. I am not expecting anyone from Bellingham. If she desists, throw her back into the vehicle and drive her back to the airportt," he commanded with a plain face.
"Why don't you just go talk to her?" I let out my opinion on the matter. He stole a glance at me from the corner of his eyes, giving me a flutter that got me standing.
"So... that's a no or a yes?" I questioned. This time, he stopped working out and came close to me. He launched a fist towards me, letting me gasp in fear. The punch landed on the wall beside me, and the sound that emanated kept ringing in my ear.
"It's definitely a no. I don't care about women anymore, no matter what they do for mee," he said, tapping my shoulder before leaving for dinner.
If he didn't care about women, that meant that I was just a toy to him. Had I sold myself out like a harlot to both father and son? Had I been played by both of them? I had no answer to those questions.
It was a Sunday, and my business doesn't open up on Sundays. It was the perfect time for me to win over the richest man in Los Angeles heart.
I knew his wife still lived on in his memories, but that didn't mean I couldn't get him to love me. He was also at home for the weekend due to the Lakers match by 2 p.m. He wanted to watch it on his large-screen TV, which made my entire life look like a child's play.
"Why don't we go shopping before the Lakers match in 3 hours?" he demanded. I thought I heard it wrong at the start, but when he got dressed and prepared me also, I knew I was an exemption to
No women rule.
We had arrived at the grand boutique, the most exotic and expensive of them all. The quality, texture, and design of the clothes were always special. A cloth from this boutique could get me 50 stocks of textile materials from my textile distributor.
Upon walking into the boutique, all the customers had gone into hiding. They all seemed scared of Reggie and were also too frightened to speak to him.
"Get me your most beautiful women's clothing for my beautiful lady over here, he said as he landed on the red couch meant for VIPs. The owner of the boutique and one of her employees dragged me into the changing room, where they helped me into different outfits.
I kept showing the clothes to Reggie, but he kept rejecting them. I felt bad that he didn't want me to get such beautiful master pieces until he roared out loud. "You know what I want. Just give it to me already.".
The owner of the boutique gasped, but soon let out a brief smile. She moved towards a lever, and with a pull of the lever, the changing room shifted to the end, and another batch of clothes came from beneath.
Judging by the texture, they were a hundred percent legit. Stronger, finer, and far more beautiful than the ones he rejected. Maybe he did have a sense of beauty.
"Mrs. Lawrence here is going to be the one to take care of the texture materials you will be using from now on," he let out before leaving. They didn't refuse; instead, they nodded in the affirmative. So much power.
The drive back to the mansion was a silent one. No one dared to make a sound. The driver, who had come across several life-threatening and frustrating occurrences during the drive, dared not say anything as he always gazed into Reggie's eyes after them.
I was the only one who had the authority to talk, but I also didn't want to blow my chances with him.
By the time we got to the mansion, the Lakers game was almost over. We sat on the couch beside each other with some popcorn and watched what was left of the game.
The Lakers were at a tie with the opposing team, whose name I didn't know. Reggie was so excited to see what would happen next. I was also curious, but not as much as he was.
At the end of the game, the Lakers won the match. Reggie couldn't stop his happiness from overflowing. Filled with intense joy, he took my chin in his hand, bringing me closer to him.
"Lakers Won..." he cut me off with a kiss. His lips felt so soothing that I opened up to his touch. The next minute, we were having cowboy and girl interactions on the couch, with me a
s the lead rider.
We were still so engrossed with the pleasure that we didn't know when someone walked in through the door. "Dad….".
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