30. Hot N Cold
“Fine. Then send me home!” I bark at him as I lose my cool as cucumber personality.
Dakota glares at me as he ties his tie on his arrogant neck all while ignoring me.
“You don’t provide me clothes and instead, steal mine. You are the cheapest millionaire I have ever seen.” I say while pointing my judge-y finger at him.
“I am the only millionaire you have seen.” He boosts his China size ego.
“Alright! You are the cheapest, miser man I have ever seen.” I rephrase my phrase for the cocky bastard.
“I am not a miser. I am frugal. There is a difference, but you won’t get it because you are childish. In fact, you are so childish sometimes that you make me feel like a pedophile.”
My jaw drops all the way to hell as I hear his bullshit. *I can’t believe this hypocrite son of a bitch!*
“You calling me childish when you are the one who is holding a stupid grudge from past three years. *‘I spent seven days in hell.. So you will spend seven days in the hell too.’* That’s the most childish thing I ever heard.” I mimic in his stupid voice.
Dakota looks at me darkly, as if I stepped on his tail. His eyes narrowed and brows thinned as he glares at me with an intensity of violence. “You know I can do this all day..” His eyes then slide down to my body and he grits his teeth.
“But I would like it more if you were naked. Because right now, I can’t even look at this hideous dress you made and talk to you without thinking of puking out.” He says before picking his suit’s jacket and walking away aggressively.
“Oh well whose mistake is that.. Buy me a dress!” I demand from him as I try to catch his swift pace.
“I won’t spend my hard earned money on you. Not even a penny.” He declares before walking out of the house.
“Well, you did spend a lot on those slutty lingeries!” I comment, and instantly he turns around, giving me an animalistic scowl.
“That was for my pleasure, which I didn’t get, now did I?” His dark lashes fall to my heaving chest and his face turns sour.
“All I got in return is this fugly character from Hogwarts, whose name I can’t even remember. It starts something from D.. And he is weird just like you.” His eyebrow scrunches as he goes through his memory files.
*I swear to the gods above, if he called me Dumbledor, I will slap this motherfucker with my flipsflop-*
“Dobby! You look like Dobby in this bedsheet.” He replies irritably.
Anger infuses in my veins like adrenaline and I almost kicked in his balls if he hadn’t stride away.
“Well then, buy me a Cinderella dress if you hate these sheets so much on me.” I bark at him as I follow him angrily to his driveway.
Dakota stops. His features turn dark and he appears demonic, like someone who steals children from their beds in the night.
I try not to flinch when he grabs me by my arms and lowers his face until I feel his hot breath fanning on my lips.
“Baby, I would rather see you walking naked in my house than in any cloth.”
My heart slams against my ribs, and I feel my cheeks tingling with heat. Blood flows hot through my viens the way his dark eyes stare at me with a promise of immoral sins.
“And I would very much like *that* view than any lingerie on you.” He whispers against my lips, and my stomach clenches in a knot, just like his tie.
The kind of effect he has on me can only be described by magic. His Black magic.
My chest falls up and down as his green eyes lower to my heaving breast and he licks his lips.
“Now go inside. I don’t want anyone else to see my house elf in this hideous dress.” He whispers huskily, and suddenly leaves me hot-and-panting as he walks away to his waiting car.
*This devious motherfucker!*
“You are such a double-faced, double-standard imposter in your skin. Someday everybody will see what a big mythical jerk you are, and all of your carefully created self-esteem will be destroyed.” I bark as he opens the door and throws his suit, phone and bag inside.
“Here.” Dakota pulls out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and hands me saying, “Go buy some better insults.”
I crunch the note in my fist as he gets inside his car and shuts the door behind. Something burns me, it feels similar to the feeling of getting left on read.
“You are the biggest dick I have ever met.” I scream as the vehicle starts rolling on its four wheels.
*Run away. Bastard!*
The security guard watches me awkwardly as I stand there fuming in a bedsheet. *Great! Now he will think I am a crackhead.*
I brush my hair nicely and catwalk to the guard. I give him a smile and the twenty dollar bill saying, “Take this and you won’t tell him that I ran away.”
I look at the open gate then at the security watchman. I don’t care if I am wearing flip-flops or a stupid dress, I just want to run away from his stupid castle.
“I will give you double, please return to the villa, mam.” The security guy replies with a polite smile.
His guards are just like him. Tenacious and inhumane.
“Fine. Forty dollars.” I forward my palm shamelessly as I ask him for the bribe money. He pulls out the bill and hands me with a grim face.
*I don’t care! I am more poor than him.*
I walk back to the castle with sixty dollars in my hand, feeling highly motivated to run away.
“I got the money for cab, and now all I need is clothes to escape.”