TEN.

CHAPTER TEN - Reese .


I had just watched this man have sex with the flight attendance and nothing made it more infuriating for me was the fact that he had sex but I couldn't even meet with anyone, it screamed hypocrisy and at some point, I could care less about whatever rules he brought to suit his narrative. I knew men like him, they were driven by ego and control. I hated controlling men who thought they only had the world to themselves or at least, wrapped under their fingers. I had watched Luther just fucked a woman beside me and talking to him about it was the last thing I would choose to do. He had asked me what the novel was about and I paid him no attention, I knew he was doing this to taunt me. I had realized that Luther would do anything just to get my attention on this plane.

“Miss Quinn, I asked a question.” He repeated. I let out a frustrated groan, shutting my novel in anger.

“What!?” I whisper yelled, trying as much not to show that I was angry. If I did, I knew that would boost his ego the more.

“You sound annoyed, why?”

“You ask me why? How do I look annoyed?”

“Well, action speaks louder than words.” How I wanted to wipe that smile off his face.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a moment. I was slowly losing my shit on this journey that we are on but he wasn't going to get any of that from me. “Mr. Haastrup, I'm trying. I'm trying but so help me God. . .” I paused, then took a look at him.

“What? You wouldn't want us having a conversation on our way?”

“Well, I didn't know my boss was such a talker.”

“I'm not but let's talk for today, at least.”

“I don't want to talk to you. I want to read.”

“Oh, come on, Miss Quinn. Don't be boring.”

“Talk to the woman you were fucking, not me!” I snapped at him.

He scoffed before a smirk masked his face. “So this is about her? I thought you didn't notice. You deserve an Oscar for your act of Oblivion.”

“I don't care what you do with your life but maybe play by your rules too.”

“You have a big mouth, don't forget I'm still your boss.”

“Then don't ask me questions,Mr. Haastrup.” I tried as much as possible to sound calm as ever.

“Are you sure this is about the question I asked or about Maria?”

“I don't want to know Mr. Hasstrup.”



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A journey of six hours with Mr. Hasstrup was a disaster. Throughout the flight, things felt awkward with him but I didn't let that get to me. We had landed at the Washington DC Airport, I noticed how nervous Luther had looked. I knew why he was nervous anyway—it was the paparazzi. Luther was popular—known for his successful tech company in the world alongside other companies he ran. He was good looking too, so it was expected to see the paparazzi.

I could see the paparazzi coming toward us from afar with their cameras. Suddenly, I smirked at an idea I had in my head.

“Everyone! Luther Haastrup! He's here!” This would get everyone's attention, especially the paparazzi. They ran towards us quickly, flashing more of their cameras at him. I heard Luther groaning at their approach in front of him.

“Fuck! Why did you do that?” He seethed and I could see the blood drain off his face as he held my hands tightly as though he was seeking help to hold onto. I held onto him too as we found our way amidst the crowds.

“Mr. Haastrup! Look here!” A man who I was guessing was among the paparazzi yelled.

“Nice suit, Mr Haastrup!” Another one yelled.

“Everyone back off!” Samuel's security guards, who were all in black suits, yelled at them. They all guided Luther and me into the limousine.

We got into the limo quickly, Luther sighed in relief, after a while, he glared at me.

“You should be punished for this, Miss Quinn.”

“Punished? I don't seem to see what the problem is here.” I chuckled.

“You and I both know you did something.”

“Prove it,” I smirked at him. My boss had sat beside me which got me a bit tense. He came nearer, inhaling into the crook of my neck. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried not to look affected by his approach.

Luther tucked my hair behind my ear then gave little kisses to my neck. I exhaled the breath of pleasure that released my mouth.

I felt him reach my earlobe whispering sweet nothing into my ear. “Does it look like I am a joke to you?”

“No.” I let out a whisper.

“Is that so?”

“Mr. Haastrup, you are too close. This is unprofessional.”

“What you did out there. . .” he stopped to exhale more of my perfume scent, causing his warm breath to fan my neck. “Wasn't professional either.”

“Mr. Haastrup,” I said slowly. This man knew what he was doing, he was intimidating and punishing me for it at the same time.

“What do you think I should do to you, Miss Quinn?”

I flinched at his touch with my eyes still closed tightly. “There's no need for this.”

“There was no need for what you did out there.”

“Like what you did on the plane. Stick to your words and our plan.” I said to him, now facing him, he knew I was serious.

“Give me one good reason why I should let go of the bullshit you caused minutes ago?”

“You are famous after all, accept whatever comes your way.”

“So, you're telling me to eat shit and die.”

“I never said so but if you want to go by your words, then. . .” I was loving the new confidence I gained around me, it was unexpected but that made me proud.

Throughout our drive, Mr. Haastrup had stayed still and I didn't think to care about that anyway. We reached a penthouse which I guessed was one of Samuel's houses he owned across the country. I wasn't surprised by this, he was a busy man after all.

“Welcome, Mr Haastrup.” I watched to see a tall man who wore a dark suit just like the rest of my boss's security I had seen earlier at the airport. Luther had only nodded in response living behind us as the chauffeur rolled our pieces of luggage behind us.

I followed Luther to meet with a middle-aged woman in a cleaner uniform—she had given a bright smile to Luther and me. “It's good to have you back, Mr. Hasstrup.”

“Yes. Thank you, Denisa.” The woman shook her head with a smile again.

Luther had walked me into the huge rooms that passed us, I looked around at the luxurious interiors in awe. I had imagined Regina screaming how money was a good thing, in my head. Soon, Luther and I entered a bedroom—it smelled of lavender which had welcomed my nose as soon as I got into it. The types of furniture in the bedroom were minimal but it looked luxurious at the same time.

“This will be our room.”

“Wait, our room?”

“You heard me.”

I chuckled lightly. “This has got to be a joke, right?”

“No.”

“Why should we be sharing rooms?

“This is our room! End of story!”

I scoffed at him, putting my arms in akimbo then I took a long glare at him. Soon, I moved forward with him. “You know what? You are a douche! Not just that but a dick!”

“What did you just call me now?”

“You are using this to get back at me, aren't you?”

“This room is ours or nothing.”

“You will never stop, won't you?” I stared daggers at him, about to walk out away from him.

“Where do you think you are going, woman!?”

“Somewhere, anywhere away from here since you have decided to be a douche.”

“Stay here! Do you always have to nag about everything!?” He raged as he followed suit. We were now walking toward his living room and began to yell at each other.

“I'm not having this with you. You must know that, Mr. Haastrup.”

“Miss Quinn, you will go nowhere. Let's not fight about a room.” I could see he was trying to stay calm.

“You can't tell me what to do!”

“You are one hell of a stubborn fly.”

“I don't care!” I retorted. Our arguments turned into a yelling carcass, we were so engrossed in raising voices at each other and our back and forth was only disrupted when we heard the shattering of glass.


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