Chapter 7 Wife

• “Are we friends?” I asked, still confused about how on Earth this arrogant man was sending me home.
• Mr. Sylvestre paused a second, setting his hand on the wheels. His savage eyes then settled on me. “We're not, don't assume things, Nerdy,” he replied.
• Oh, okay.
• I'm not assuming things either. I'm just casually asking because apparently, our meetings were not that great. We saw each other in a not-so-pleasant way. For heaven's sake, I spilled a coffee on his shirt.
• “Which way?” he asked along the way. I gesture to the left and just rest my head on the window.
• Out of exhaustion, I closed my eyes but I was still in my senses.
• “How long you've been working on that bar?” he asked.
• “A week,” I shortly answered, eyes still closed. “And to correct your thoughts, Sir, let me repeat myself. I am in no way working there as a stripper.”
• “Yeah, you probably not but still, almost count as one.” Then he chuckled. “I didn't expect to see you there wearing those tits-exposing devil costumes, Nerdy.”
• I know it was an insult but again, I am too tired to pay attention to what he has said. Fine, if he sees me as a stripper even though I am not, then go on. I don't need to clear my image just for him. God, I'm working on my ass off just to pay my mother's debt. I don't need this man's opinions and clearly, those words won't help my financial burden.
• “Are you a virgin, Nerdy?”
• I almost choked to death when he asked me that question out of the blue.
• “Are you being for real, Mr. Sylvestre?!” I asked, and I didn't hide my irritated voice. “That's too vulgar!”
• With his eyes keenly focused on the road, I saw him smirking. So, he still has the guts to smirk, huh?
• “What's with the sudden tone, Nerdy?” He gave me a side glance before shaking his head a little. “I'm just asking, don't be so defensive.”
• “I am not being one.” I looked around and saw that we were almost near my house. “Stop the car,” I said.
• Mr. Sylvertre's eyes then settled on me with his brows tangled. He parked the car beside the road and I hurriedly jumped off.
• Annoyed, I threw my eyes on him. “Thank you for a drive, Sir,” I said before slamming his door close. With my heavy steps, I tramped away from his car without looking back. My nose flared in annoyance, and I was pretty sure, my face turned red as well.
• All I thought upon reaching my house was that I could finally rest. Laid my back, stretched out comfortably on the softness of my bed but all of that burst like bubbles upon seeing who was waiting at the door of my house.
• Great!
• After the devil, there is another one here waiting for me. Ready to totally ruin my night.
• “There you are, sweetheart,” it was Mr. Smith. The old hog Mr. Smith. Standing in front of my door, with his right hand on his cane while the other one is in his pocket.
• I rolled my eyes on him. I told him that I didn't like seeing him standing in front of me right now. Mr. Smith drew steps near me and obviously, I stepped aside. Avoiding him cause apparently, the idea of being near this man disgusts me. The old man gave me a nasty grin that boiled my blood even more.
• “It's not the end of the month yet, Mr. Smith,” I said but the man just grinned at me and was about to lay his hand on my arm when Mr. Sylvestre appeared from nowhere.
• “You forget this in my car, Nerdy,” he butt in, interrupting Mr. Smith. And for a moment, for once, I was thankful for his sudden appearance.
• The old man's eyes settled with confusion in Mr. Sylvestre who is now standing beside me. Meanwhile, Mr. Sylvestre also looks at Mr. Smith with visible questions in his eyes.
• “You'll get what you want at the end of the month, Mr. Smith. That was our deal so please, leave,” I broke the silence engulfing the three of us and then drew towards the door and opened it.
• Mr. Sylvestre followed me inside even though I was not yet letting him in. I shut the door, seeing how Mr. Smith's face fumed in anger as the gap in the door slowly became narrowed. Then I turned to face another devil who was now comfortably setting himself on my couch.
• Thankfully, my mother was not here!
• “Who's that old fat hog?” I almost choked on the way he described Mr. Smith but surpassed it and fixed my unbothered emotion. “Is he your sugar daddy?”
• I cursed inside. Sugar what? Daddy?!
• “Someone to whom I owe something,” I answered shortly, getting myself a glass of water.
• I looked at the wall clock. It says ten at midnight that's why I can barely walk because of exhaustion.
• “Like money?” he asked again.
• Why so intrigued?
• “Yeah.”
• He threw his eyes at me, seriously. “How much?” he asked out of nowhere.
• “Too much.”
• “A million?”
• “Millions,” I corrected, rolling my eyes on him.
• “I can help you, Nerdy.” That made me pause, waiting for the next words that would slip into his mouth. “When I offer help, I mean it, Nerdy.”
• “Why would you help me, then? Are we friends?” sarcastically, I asked but still eager to find out what he was up to.
• “Well, unfortunately, we're not.” He stood up, putting his both hands in his pockets. He now stood in front of me in a manly manner. Arms build perfectly. His defined and skillfully chiseled chest goes against the black polo shirt he is wearing right now.
• A six-foot gorgeous man like Mr. Sylvestre is now standing in front of me, with his eyes intently looking at me.
• “I'll pay for your debt and you'll be my wife, how was that, Nerdy?”
• And with those words, my jaw dropped.