It's night, Chloe came to the balcony to get some fresh air. She was in the room since evening and working on her next blog on the laptop. Her eyes twinkled and a cheerful smile flashed on her face as she saw Andrew, standing downstairs and instructing his men.
"I'm ready to live here forever to see Mr handsome." She murmured, gazing at him with her eyes filled with desires. He's looking tempting in the black tuxedo like always.
Suddenly her eyes fell on the weapons which are being loaded into the truck.
"Who is he?" She wondered, her eyes glinted with curiosity to know about him.
She whistled to call Andrew and caught everybody's attention. He instantly raised his head to look at her. He glared at her but as his eyes moved to her flawless and luscious body, his body burned and his eyes glinted with profound desires. She's looking extremely attractive in a white bralette top and blue denim short.
She waved her hand at him, smiling goofily. He shook his head and suddenly his eyes fell on the truck driver who is ogling her body. He felt a sharp pang of envy and frowned at the truck driver.
He marched to the truck and pulled the driver out of the truck by grasping his collars. He clenched his fist and started hitting him in fury nonstop. He's devoured by jealousy and lost control over himself. He's punching him mercilessly.
Chloe's eyes dilated in shock and his men are also staring at him in shock. Nobody is understanding what happened to him all of sudden. Even he also doesn't know what happened to him. His wounded hand started bleeding again and she became anxious for him. She rushed downstairs to stop him.
She reached there and he's still beating the driver in fury. "What you all are seeing? Stop him." She asked his men to stop him but nobody has the guts to stop their angry boss. They're afraid of him.
"Coward." She muttered, shaking her head.
"Stop." As she yelled loudly, he instantly stopped and left his collars, looking at her through the corner of his eyes.
"Now get lost from here and you shouldn't be seen here." He roared at him and the driver left from there, bleeding.
"Call the other driver." He instructed one of his men before glaring at Chloe.
He seized her wrist and dragged her into the mansion.
"Oh hello, angry young man, what happened to you? Where are you taking me?" She asked him.
He stopped and shrieked at her, "just shut up and go. I'm not in a mood to hear your blabbering."
"You were dragging me somewhere and now asking me to go? Are you alright?" She placed her hand on his forehead to check if he's fine or not. He scowled at her.
He grabbed her hands and pulled her to himself. "Why fucking, you don't listen to me?" He growled at her.
"You can boss around everywhere, Mr Andrew Anderson but not in front of me because I only listen to myself." He rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration, leaving her.
"You're literally impossible to deal with."
"Oh, so you wanted to deal with me." Her lips stretched up to a mischief grin.
"Fuck! Shut up and tell me why were you standing there. It's my house and I didn't permit you to roam all around." He asked, finally coming to the point.
"Oh, so that's the problem. Umm... I see... I distracted you." She encircled her arms around his neck. "Isn't it?" She asked after moving closer to him and stroked his stubble with her long fingers.
He pushed her away instantly before he gets lost in her intoxicating eyes. "Just don't test my patience, Miss Walker. Go to your room." He waggled his finger at her and her eyes fell on his bleeding knuckles and palm.
"Okay fine, but first let me clean your wound. It's bleeding" She whispered, genuinely concerned and as she caressed his wounded palm, his eyes softened. They both gazed into each other eyes deeply and got lost in each other, forgetting the whole world.
He again frowned, wondering what is happening to him.
"Fuck off and go to your room." He screeched, jerking her hand away.
"I can do this again if you don't listen to me." She placed her hand on her bandage to scare him.
"What the fuck do you want?" He asked, irritated.
"You." She smirked and winked at him.
He shook his head incredulously. "You're unbelievable! Fuck you."
"Fuck me, please." She said huskily, moving closer to him and gazing at him intensely.
"You are not my type." He stated sternly.
"But you're definitely my type." She whispered in his ear and electricity of desires rushed down his spine.
"You will not listen, right?" He asked her.
"Never." Her lips drew up to a goofy grin.
"Fine, let's go but don't think anything else. I'm coming with you because I really don't want to waste my more time on you. You're just so annoying."
"Thank you for the compliment, my hero." She grinned wider.
"Stop calling me that."
"Okay so tell me what I should call you. Mr Handsome is better, Right?" She raised her brows.
"I'm going, you stay here."
"Stop, I'm removing this." She pointed at her bandage, smiling at him mischievously. "So are you coming with me or not?"
"You're damn annoying." He said, utterly frustrated.
"But deep inside you care for me." His eyes widened imperceptibly because she said right that he cares for, but he's not ready to accept this.
"Fuck you and do anything, I'm not coming with you." He turned to walk and stopped as he heard her scream. She again removed her bandage.
He clenched his hands, he wanted to turn and look at her but his ego is more, he marched from there.
"Ouch... it's hurt." She murmured, placing her hand on her heart when he left and pouted disappointedly.
Somebody is standing far away and watching all this.