Chapter 142
Akira's POV
"Don't call me, Mr. Meredith, and can you stop flirting in front of me?" he pulled her hand, jolting her to himself.
I smirked, it's about to go down.
"What the fuck? I am not flirting with anyone?"
"Then what do you call what you are doing?" Vida looked at him lost. "what the fuck was your action called? If not flirting," he ruffled his hair, his tone was husky, and he was growling in between them, "Geez, you were even doing it in front of me. Do you even have an iota of decency in that veins of yours?" My hand moves to my lips, Vida is his mate, and I do not have any more doubt in my head, with the actions Meredith is putting up, I couldn't push the thought completely that he is just merely attracted to her.
His actions were similar to those of Wolfie when we first met. He was hiding his feelings from me, and knowing that I am human, I didn't even feel the bond, I was attracted to him, but why was Vida not attracted to him? Why is she not feeling the bond? Does it mean it wasn't fated mate or what?
She seems attracted to my cousin whom I just met, it's confusing. From those books, I read about mates, bonds... I found out that the bond makes the connection stronger and irresistible for the parties to avoid each other. Nevertheless, Vida's reaction is the opposite of what I read from the books, even if she is human, she was supposed to feel it.
"What is it, with you? First, you said, I shouldn't talk while eating and now, you said, I am flirting, are you trying to annoy the shit out of me?"
"Of course, you are flirting with him."
"I wasn't flirting with him, Mr. Meredith." She snarled not being able to keep her cold, she was reaching her limit soon.
"You are smiling at a stranger, someone you just met, isn't it flirting? You talk to him like you know him likes forever. You let him decide for you like his decisions are the best."
"He was been friendly, and it's only right for me to reciprocate his friendliness."
"Friendliness, huh! Does this friendliness involve flirting?" Her lips parted before shutting up almost immediately, I guess she found every action of Meredith surprising, and it kept leaving her dumbstruck. "You can't talk because you know what I am saying is right."
"What the heck is wrong with you? I told you don't tell me what to do? And I am not flirting with..." His hand slammed against the wall, and in anger, Vida's body jolted.
His nostrils flared and the veins on his neck popped up, as he took two big strides towards Vida while I heard footsteps, he averted his gaze to Liam who was coming with some wear, retrieved his step, creating an arm-length distance between him and her, "get out..." He growled at him, and my heart palpitations increased. What is he going to do to Vida?
Liam stammered, "I am sorry Beta..." He knew he was a wolf.
"You and everyone in the room get out, and don't come back till half an hour." My lips dropped and the lady beside me stared at me.
"Yes, Beta..." He said, heading to the door, then Meredith's voice came up.
"Make sure you turn off the cameras and if you don't, I will know."
"Fuck!" I cursed, knowing that I would be cut off soon.
My eyes followed those workers as they walked out of the room. Vida's arms were already propped on her waist, glaring at Meredith, not that I cared he commanded them out. What I was scared of was the cameras had been shut. That meant not knowing what would happen yet. Just before I could say a word, the screen just went blank.
"Sorry ma'am..." The Brunette lady said.
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Vida's POV
My nostrils flared with gritted teeth as my hand propped on my waist while I glared at him. What the fuck is wrong with this caveman? He had been getting on my nerves for the longest time since he arrived this morning.
I don't see the reason. He is getting all worked up with my actions, I am not his girlfriend, and I am not even attracted to him, even though his proximity had a weird effect on me, and it makes me feel strange. Things I had no idea what it's all about, yet they keep creeping into my system whenever we come in contact but the fucking thing is, this asshole is as annoying as shit, I can't stand his arrogance and I am not his subject that he could Lord it over me.
The distance that was created between us, the moment Liam entered the room was close suddenly, when Liam and all his assistants left. His frame towered over me, my breath became haggard, I didn't want to show I was scared of him.
Although I have never been scared of any human all my life except Lady Cassandra, this young man here seemed to be another Cassandra who could rattle me. "I thought females with streetwear, don't flirt but why the fuck are you saying one thing and appearing different?" I glared at him, hating the fact that, he kept referring to me as a flirt when I knew I was not a flirt.
"Stop calling me a flirt, I am not a flirt."
"Of course, I wouldn't let you become one because you are not buying that, I am letting you go back to your streetwear," my eyes bulged as he grabbed one of those baggy jeans trousers and threw it at me, searching for an oversize top.
"I am not wearing that." On a norm, I could jump at it because someone was finally understanding me. Still I didn't like the fact that he was telling me what to do. And I hate being told what to do.
"I am not buying that."
"Oh yes, you will." He rumbled, a bit louder this time, I almost flinched at the sound of his voice. "I will not have a stripper stand beside me acting like a female..."
I didn't get the last word he said because I was already mad, and I didn't care what that word was and who the heck told him, that I had any plans of standing beside him.
Then it hit me, did he just call me a stripper? I asked mentally. I shake my head.
No, he didn't.
Of course, he did.
My vision turned red, "You sexist asshole."
I ripped off one of my pumps and hurled it at his head. He ducked just in time to avoid it and landed on the wall.
"What the heck are you doing?" He growls, "Throw another at me and I will make you..."
I throw the other at him.
This time, he didn't let it fly past him, instead, he flicked it to the side, as he darted towards me, my eyes bulged. I would have defended myself, and I knew I could kick his balls, throw punches at his face, even though I knew I couldn't beat him like the others, yet I didn't do any of them.
In a flash, his arm went across my throat. I wasn't expecting that, and my back was slammed on the wall.
Fuck...
I cursed mentally as I felt sudden heat in my lower abdomen. I was aroused, at the same time mad at him. Both of them combine, producing an intoxicating sensation that I have never felt in my seventeen years of existence.
Too quickly to see a different vision of him. He was turning into that male that I wanted as a husband. Fast enough to hunt me down and strong enough to match my strength, yet he is still that male, having that lackluster personality.
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