CHAPTER 15

••••🌹RACHEL🌹••••

"AAAARGH!"

I screamed.I stared at the broken mug cups in the package.

This is unbelievable. I never knew it was the order for the mug cup that was sent earlier than the first delivery.

"What in the world?!" I yelled.

Zoe was having cereals for breakfast. Uninterested and unbothered, she sat on the dinning table, enjoying her meal."Calm down, aggressive spark. It's not like you don't have the money to order for another."

I clenched my fists, slamming the table."I don't have the heart to waste money! He broke the mugs!!"She glanced at me."Yeah, I know. But he has compensated you with a kiss and lovable groping, right?"I wanted to throw the pieces at her but, I am not that heartless.

"You are the worse."She chuckled, taking a spoonful of cereal with her spoon.

"If he broke the mugs, give them to him to repay for the damages."

I folded my arms across my bosom."And then what do I get to say to him? Doesn't it sound ridiculous? My goods were mistakenly delivered to his doorstep."

"And it got broken, which is his fault." She stuffed the spoon into her mouth.

I placed a hand on my forehead, I can't believe I would be seeing his face again.

I have decided to avoid him as much as possible."What you gonna do now? Let it slide, or take the complain to him?" She asked, giving me a playful stare.

I picked up the package."Do you know what I am going to do?..."She raised a brow at me.

"What?"

"Throw the trash out and pretend as if nothing happened. I will order for new mugs. It's that simple." I said, walking towards the exit door with the package in my hand."It will be your loss."

I ignored her, opening the door and then, stepping outside. I closed the door, staring at the initials on his. He may not be around, I looked away. Why should I do what Zoe said?.After all, that worth $2 each. A set of five and it was sold for $8.99.

I can get a dozen of them if I wanted.I walked down the hall and towards the elevator. I saw it was in use, so I waited. When it stopped at the 31st floor, it opened and right in front of me, stood Jake.

I suddenly went cold, my body was trembling.I moved back a bit. He stepped out of the elevator with a big smile on his face. I wanted to run away, I wanted to hide but my body was unresponsive.

"Hello Rachel."

He greeted.I swallowed hard, unable to respond to him. As always, he was handsomely dressed. He was wearing a beige, buttonless shirt bloused over brown chinos and brown Chelsea boots.

He stared down at the package. On seeing the broken mugs, he sighed."If I am responsible for this, then I am sorry. How much did it cost?""Don't worry, I can get another."

I responded, unable to hear my own voice."If I broke something, I will fix it...", he stuffed his hand into his pocket, taking out a bundle of $100 bill, wrapped with a band.

"... take it.""I can't. You can keep your money." I wanted to walk out on him, but he was blocking my path. The elevator moved up."Are you refusing to take money from me?" He asked, with a frown on his face.

I looked away from him. I can't let him keep doing this."Stop giving me money, Jake. If you want to throw money about, give it to charity. I don't need it."He smiled, grabbing my cheeks. "You say it like I am an enemy to you. Last night, you were obedient. You were eagerly excited when we kissed this morning.

Now, you are acting cold towards me"I looked into his eyes, unable to say anything. His eyes were soft, but there was a glint of anger in them.

"Let me go, Jake."He raised a brow seductively at me."You don't have to say these words to me. All you have to do, is to accept my money."

"But I don't want it. Stop harassing me, Jake.

You clearly don't know who I am." I bravely said.He scoffed."You are Collins Blake daughter. Aren't you?"I flinched.

How the hell...?He inched his face closer."I want to let you know this. I have every information concerning you in the palms of my hands and I am not scared one bit..." he planted a kiss on my lips,"... take the money. If you wish to give it out, do it.

If you wish to spend it, its on you." He said, stuffing it into my tank top.My eyes were on his lips, I could hear the soft pounding of my heart beat.

I quickly moved away from him, steadying my swaying senses.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome...",he gave me a flirtatious smile,

"... I am not entirely a bad person, so, take advantage of this opportunity.

I am not this nice to people. It's just me being upstanding for the moment...",he took out a metallic wallet from his pockets. Opening it, he took out a black cigarette stick, placing it on his lips. I recognized that brand, it is odorless and as expensive as the big cigars.

He brought out a lighter, lighting it in front of me,"... remember, we are to see tomorrow."

"Yeah."

"Do you feel anxious about it?"

"No."

He dragged in smoke, puffing it out slowly. Tucking his free hand into his pocket, he approached me."You shouldn't be, instead, you should be scared."

I cocked a brow at him.

"Why should I be?"

He towered over me, those blue eyes holding my gaze. Am I so sure he is really 6ft 7?He looks taller than that.

I looked away from his eyes, staring at his broad chest."Tomorrow is going to be a great day for you, baby girl. You are going to meet new people and at the same time, you are going to be working with them as well."He took out his hand from his pocket, stroking my arm gently.

"Remember what I said to you the last time. About me using you till I get tired of it. Don't make me regret it...",

he moved his head down to whisper in my ears,"... more importantly ,don't make me an enemy.

As much as I am a sweetheart, I am this close to driving a bullet into your skull if you dare trespass me."

I gasped, startled by his words. They weren't empty threats, he meant them.

He straightened up with a smile on his face.

"See you tomorrow, baby girl." He said, walking out on me.I stood, staring at the elevator in front of me. What is the meaning of this?He knows who I am and he still acts unbothered.

He threatened me without hesitating.I turned around to see he had entered his apartment. I furrowed my brows, glancing at the broken mugs in the package.

Who are you, Jake?What exactly do you want from me?Questions I wanted to ask, but there ain't nobody who's gonna answer them for me.TBC