Chapter 15

Chapter 14

Alex pov:

Today is when I'm going to execute my plan of getting my fake wife. I know it's not going to be easy to implement. However, it's now or never chance. It's not like I have another option or my parents left any loophole in their threat for me to manipulate. I want to keep my post as long as I'm alive.

My bodyguard called me, telling me that the girl was in my basement office. She was now getting conscious. So I reviewed my plan for the last time after a bit of contemplating it. I made my way to my basement office, signaling my advocate to be there on my call. He will be the one to discuss the claws on my behalf. I make the contract to benefit me in all ways. I spent my whole night making that thing.

The elevator stopped, and Roman entered, giving me a wink, but I could see the concern on his face well enough to know that he cared.

"You ready," he asked, giving me a concerned look. But I know he is more bothered about that girl than me.

I saw his face last night when that girl slapped me in front of that bar. He was as shocked as I was by her reaction. But who wouldn't be! Never in our whole life had some girl denied me. But she did that, and more on top of that, she insulated us. Which is something he and I never knew would happen? But there's always a first time.

I shooed him off when the elevator music stopped indicating that we were on the basement floor. I took my last breath, and we both made our way to my private office. I informed Roman to stay outside as he would be my backup if I needed it as I made my way inside, dismissing my bodyguard. I turned the doorknob and found that girl sitting on the couch with a pillow in her hand, which was in an aggressive position. She is not wearing much more than an oversized t-shirt which I found pretty funny. But I know my bodyguard. He would have brought her here even if she was naked.

"You," She blurted out, and her pillow slowly started to lower down, which I thought was her defense shield. Her expression turned from scared, shocked to an angry one which was now getting to me. So without wasting much time, I started the conversation before she said anything.

"Please calm down, Regan. How are you doing today," I asked, watching her jaw drop on the floor, and she froze to her place like I just blurred out fire from my mouth.

"How," she asked.

"How what," I replied.

"How do you know my name, rich monkey? Are you stalking me? Are you going to kill me," She exclaimed, "Couse if you are planning to do so, let me tell you one thing? Even before you can touch me, I'm going to make you have a permanent disability, So think twice or maybe million times before you do anything around me."? She yelled, making me cringe.

"Listen, I'm not going to do anything to you and I know your 'name' because I have people who can find things for me with a snap of my finger. So please sit down. So we can discuss some business," I told her while getting myself comfortable on one of the chairs and crossing my legs, showing her that I'm the boss over here.

She shrugged and pointed her index finger at me. "You? Want to do business with 'me" she repeated my sentence averting her finger from me to herself, saying every word in a humorous tone that was now irritating me more than anything.

"Yes, I am, So I would appreciate it if you sit down and listen to what my advocate wants to say to you. Because I'm offering you a life-changing opportunity," I informed her as I picked up my office phone and informed my advocate to come in and also told him to bring Roman along because now I feel I need him.

"Listen here, Mr, I'm in no mood to hear what you want to say. So excuse me, I have to go find myself a new job as you took my previous one. It was not so nice of you, was it, huh? And I don't feel like I should listen to you anyways. You did your best to make me fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness yesterday, So why should I waste my so precious time on listening to the crap you have for me." With that, she stood up, made her way to the door but stooped in the end. "Have a nice day, idiot. Even though I don't care if you break your leg," she said and turned the doorknob in the hope of opening it but failed miserably.

"Roman, I want you to come in now," I said, hoping he was still around, and as always, he did not disappoint me. He entered with my advocate looking at the door before the girl could make a run for the exit.

"Regan Oxford, I'm giving you the last chance to turn back and sit where you were a minute ago, Or believe me or not you won't like what will happen next," I threatened to which she gave a growl and her palms turned into a fist.

"You can't keep me here forever and how dare you threaten me you son of bit*h. Open this damn door right now or you will be the one wondering what happened to you, by the end of the day. When you will be in the ICU of some high-class hospital!"

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR NOW,"

she screamed on top of her lungs, making Roman flinch and intensifying my anger to a level where I was not even sure it could stop me from maltreating this girl.

"You're not going to listen, huh," I said in a shallow voice approaching her, but she was not at all intimidated by it. She stood straight and tall, returning my death glare with the same hatred.

"That's it!! No nicer guy let's get to the business my way," I said.