I'd rather die than sleep with you

"No... No no no, Carl can be anything but a murderer. He'll never hurt anyone and I'm sure it," Anne said, nodding her head.

"So you think I'm a liar?" Angelo said to Anne

Anne paused for a while, skeptically looking at Angelo. Never would she doubt Carl and believe Angelo that Carl killed his ex-girlfriend. Even though she had a drastic argument with Carl and saw how rude he was to her, it still wasn't enough reason for her to believe that Carl is a bad person.

Everyone has their flaws including Carl, Anne thought.

"You know what? I think I have to get back to the party… I bet it'll be more fun than listening to your so-called pathetic story" Anne said, standing up to leave.

"Wait! Don't leave yet" Angelo said and Anne paused.

"There's something important I have to tell you," he said.

Since he couldn't convince her to hate Carl he had to stick with plan B which is making Anne like him.

"What do you wanna tell me? Another lie?" Anne snapped.

"First of all, I'm not lying… and I'm not going to force you to believe the bitter truth about Carl... I get it, you're in love with him that is why it's hard for you to believe me" Angelo said.

"What? I.. I don't..."

"...You love him! There's no need to deny it. I could tell just from the way look at him." he sighed.

"I'm sorry I pissed you off, it wasn't my intention to say things that'll get you upset or make you think I'm a liar," He said.

Anne took a deep breath.

"Actually, why I came to the bar to look for you was to tell you that a very good friend of mine in this hotel told me she was looking for a serious baker who could handle 100 pizzas in two days." He said and Anne's eyes beamed. She has already calculated how much she'd earn if she was the baker to take that job.

"I told her you're the perfect one for the job but I don't think..."

"….of course I'm the perfect one for the job" Anne chimed in.

"You can bake a hundred pizzas in two days?" he asked with raised brows. He was happy to have easily changed Anne's mood from her being upset to being so excited.

"I can bake even a hundred pizzas in a day" she exaggerated, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wow that's incredible, I knew I could count on you on this. But umm... you have to see her first" Angelo said.

"I have no problem with that… Thank you so much, Angelo, for this opportunity" Anne expressed so much gratitude and Angelo smiled.

"Okay, you said I have to see her first so where is she?" Anne asked

"Room 56," Angelo answered sharply.

"Cool, I'm going to see her right away," she said and left Immediately feeling very excited.

"This is so my night" Angelo gave a vicious smirk.

…

"Hello?" Anne gave a gentle knock on the door of room 56 which was on the third floor but there was no response.

"Hellooo" she knocked again but a little harder and the door creaked open.

"Is anyone here?" She said as she carefully peeped inside.

She tried her best to resist the urge of snooping around the hotel room to find the lady looking for her as the serious baker but at last, she found herself inside the hotel room.

Seeing that there was nobody in the room Anne let out a disappointed sigh.

"Typical Anastasia, I'm way too desperate when it comes to my business… Ugh, I can't believe Angelo tricked me," Anne slapped her forehead, feeling upset. She was just about to leave when Angelo walked inside the room and shut the door.

"Why did you lie to me? There's literally no one here... you saw how excited I was about the appointment, it's not cool at all" She said to Angelo glaring at him.

"I didn't lie," Angelo said, walking closer to her.

"Why would I get you all excited then crush your mood, I'm not a bad person," he said but Anne rolled her eyes at him.

"I was going to tell you that I am the friend who asked for the 100 pizzas... Tada!!" he grinned.

"Really?" Anne scoffed.

"I thought you said it was a SHE? Anyways you could've just told me at the bar, why did you have to tell me to come to room 56?" she frowned hard.

"Well, it's because... If I had asked you to share a room with me tonight, you wouldn't have agreed to that easily. You know, I've figured you're a little stubborn" he said, staring at Anne lustfully.

Anne's heart skipped and she felt her brain spinning. The only thing that was going through her head was 'share a room tonight'

"What?" Anne exclaimed. "share a room with you??"

"It's going to be fun, trust me," Angelo said taking off his tuxedo jacket, and then, he tossed it onto the bed.

However, Anne scoffed and shoved Angelo to the side, walking out but he pulled her wrist towards him.

"Let me go you scumbag!!" She yelled at him.

"Anastasia, chill... We were cool just a while ago why are you yelling at me?" Angelo said, still holding her wrist firmly.

"What do you want from me?" Anne said vehemently. She was twisting her wrist to break free from Angelo's grip but he held her tightly.

"Has anyone ever told you, you look prettier when you get mad? It was this same pretty face I got addicted to when you were yelling at the shopkeeper in the grocery store the other day... don't you remember?"

"Let go of me!" Anne demanded with a straight face but she was getting terrified on the inside. Her heart was racing like she was having a panic attack.

"I can't!!" Angelo yelled as they continued struggling with each other. Since he was stronger, he managed to get hold of her arms tight that they were glued to her body. It was now useless for her to fight back as she felt powerless.

"I'm sorry I yelled… I just want you to cooperate with me, I won't hurt you I promise," he said in a soft tone, lustfully staring into her eyes and her full red lips.

"What do you want from me?" Anne said in a shaky voice that sounded like she was trembling with cold.

"Just let me please you tonight, just for tonight and I guarantee you'll come back begging me for more," Angelo assured, nodding his head like he was trying to tame a wild cat.

"What are you talking about you imbecile!!" she cursed him. Her eyes welled with tears because she knew exactly where this was heading to. She just wasn't expecting a thing like this.

Angelo groaned in frustration "Anastasia, I know you're a smart girl, don't start playing dumb with me. I desperately want to sleep with you, I want to make love to you, I want us to get fucked! Do you understand now??"

A drop of tears rolled down Anne's cheeks. Her heart beating vigorously and her chest was heaving up and down. She was scared to death of what would happen next. She tried her hardest to break free from Angelo but he held her tight. The more she tried to break free from him, the more he held her firmly.

"Why are you crying? And why are you fighting? Just give in to me" he said the last four words with gritted teeth.

He was getting impatient with Anne and seeing her resisting was making him more upset. Although he knew that having the chance to sleep with Anne would be difficult so he thought he could convince her. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn't be that easy.

"...I'd rather die than sleep with you, you fucking asshole!!" Anne screamed, looking at Angelo with cold eyes.

Angelo was hurt. No woman has ever disrespected him like the way Anne just did. In fact, the ladies were ready to worship him because of his handsome looks and the money he has but Anne just said she'll rather die than sleep with him.

Angelo glared at Anne. He was pained because he has told her that Mr. Ross who is one of the richest CEOs was his father. He has bragged about his money and the fame he has and even seduced her with his charming smile but Anne still didn't find him attractive to sleep with and it crushed his ego.

"Hey! do you know how many women are begging and wishing to be in your place right now? To dance with Angelo Ross in front of everyone? To share the same bed with Angelo Ross in this expensive hotel that also belongs to my father? Do you have any idea that sleeping with me is an achievement!?" Angelo yelled at her.

"GO TO HELL," Anne said with anger.

"Carl warned me about you but I was too dumb to have thought you were a good person…" she said, crying. She regretted not listening to Carl about Angelo.

Carl warned her that Angelo is not a good person but now, it was too late for her to get rid of Angelo. All she could think about was Carl, she wished he could come to her rescue.

"So it's because of him? You don't want to break his heart that's why you're rejecting me right? …I noticed he calls you 'Anne' maybe if I start calling you Anne as well, you might also fall in love with me" he said.

He forcefully tried to kiss her lips but she turned her face sideways and he kissed her neck.

"mmm, even better Anne," Angelo said as he plants soft kisses on her neck.

"Stop please stop!!" Anne whimpered. His lips touching her bare neck were making her skin crawl. She had the feeling that she was done for because she couldn't move to defend herself.

What if Angelo managed to get his way with her? The thought of that made Anne shed tears immensely.

"Angelo stop, please… I'm… I'm begging you please… please stop" Anne pleaded. Every word came out as she was gasping for air.

However, Angelo held her throat and looked straight into her teary eyes "just give in to me and I am not going to hurt you! CAPICHE?" he groaned.

Anne's eyes widened and she shook her head slowly in disbelief "Oh my God!" she said under her breath. She looked like she was in a state of shock.

"It's you!! you're the one planning to kill Mr. Ross... your father!!" Anne was stunned.

Angelo chuckled. "how'd you figure that out" he smirked, still holding her tightly.

"I… I can't believe this..." Anne said and she suddenly began to cough nonstop.

Angelo was holding her throat too tight and it triggered her to cough. He loosened his grip a little not because he felt bad and he wanted her to stop coughing but because he was curious to know how she found out that he was planning to kill his father. He wanted her to speak up.

"Tell me how you found out?" Angelo said in a threatening voice.

Meanwhile, Anne was weak because she has been struggling to break free from Angelo. She was breathing hard and was beginning to feel dizzy. Both her head and her neck were hurting.

"I said tell me how you found out!!" Angelo yelled at Anne.

"I... I.. heard your voice…" Anne finally found her voice as she said in a low tone. "it was your voice I heard in the bathroom earlier this evening. You were the one making that phone call about killing Mr. Ross,"

"Damn! so you were that nosy bitch at the bathroom who was eavesdropping on my conversation?" Angelo said. He remembered hearing a lady's voice in the bathroom but he never guessed that the lady was Anne.

However, Anne figured it out because of the unique way Angelo pronounced the word 'capiche'. She couldn't recognize the voice she heard in the bathroom to be Angelo's voice from the beginning because of how calm and soothing Angelo has always sounded but as Angelo sounded husky, she remembered it was the same husky voice she heard in the bathroom.

Nevertheless, Angelo was the criminal mastermind behind killing Mr. Ross. He had planned with Mr. Ross's trusted manager, Robert, who was never trustworthy in the first place, to be his ally.

The day he was pretending to beg his father for forgiveness, yes, everything was an act, he was definitely pretending. He was only trying to keep his father with him in the house while Robert was busy tampering with Mr. Ross's car brakes outside, to cause the accident. They both planned it together.

Angelo couldn't stand the fact that his father was going to hand over all his inheritance to his stepbrother, Michael, so he planned with Robert to kill him. That way, he can have access to Mr. Ross's wealth since he was the real son.

***presently, in room 46 in the hotel***

"Why do you wanna kill me? For money? Don't tell me traded your loyalty for money" Mr. Ross said to his manager.

"That money is worth it. The money amount of money I'll gain for taking your life is more than I can count." Robert said.

"Hey, give him the papers so he can sign," he commanded the security guard that was with him.

"What papers?" Mr. Ross questioned with a confused look.

"you'll see?" Robert said still pointing the gun at Mr. Ross

The security guard in the room did as he was told, he dropped a document and a pen on a table for Mr. Ross to sign.

"Go on, sign on those papers before I shoot" Robert yelled at Mr. Ross.

Mr. Ross glanced through the papers for about a minute and laughed softly. "So it's my son, Angelo, who is behind this. That explains a lot because he's the only one desperate enough to get all my inheritance. How pathetic!"

"just sign the damn papers and stop wasting my time!" Robert yelled

"Or else what?? You're going to shoot me? C'mon go ahead and shoot me" Mr. Ross yelled back.