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"What?" Was my first coherent word as I gawked at the man in front of me.

After a moment of total silence (except the distinct chatter that comes from the other people here at the café) that passed between us. I just sat there, staring at him like he just grew another fvcking head.

My eyes narrowed dangerously as he played around with a key, a car key to be precise. He was gazing at me with his green eyes, almost lazily, like this business talk is on the last of his to-do list.

Anyone who has the right to be fvcking bored of this meeting should be me. Not the other way around.

"Your proposal. We say no." He said as nonchalantly as he looks.

Derek fvcking Escalante, the head of the Gold Partners just fvcking said no to a fvcking million dollar deal. Is he stupid? Is he dumb?

He's an idiot, right?

"No?" I literally growled at him. He looks scared for a while before he masked it again. He's a good actor, I give it to him.

Maybe I looked like I was going to flip at him because he visibly paled, and the hand holding the car key turned white as he was gripping at it for life.

That's right. Fear me...

"Look, Mr. Nagasaki, your deal is good... I mean..."

I watched him squirm in his seat, shrinking at my ice-cold glare.

"Yeah good. But uhh, it's so good that uhm uhh it could pass as a... a... an h-hoax." He said while squirming at his seat, looking like a fish out of water.

A fvcking what?!

My mood turned hostile as I heard his thoughts about the deal that could make him a fvcking millionaire. And he called it what? A fvcking hoax.

I, Keith Nagasaki, is believed that I could come up with a potential scam. If there's one thing that describes me, it should be a cold-blooded murderer, not a fvcking scammer.

"You think so lowly of me, Mr. Escalante..." A dangerous smile made it's way into my lips as I leered at him.

That kind of smile that I give to my prey as I punish them with cruel demise. The expression on his face brought savage satisfaction on me as he paled once more. He looks like he was about to shit himself or more likely, pass out.

"I..I-m sorry about my w-wrong choice of words Mr. Nagasaki. W-we were just being careful and I already said yes-- I mean, w-we already said yes to Miss McIver..." He blabbered pathetically, gripping the glass of water as he drank incessantly on it.

"I uhmm, should go. I have an important thing to do." He stood up clumsily, hitting his knee on the table and he cursed at his distress before blabbering again with his excuses while avoiding eye contact with me.

He chickened-out of the cafe without a second glance, practically running away as fast as he could.

Fvcking coward...

I stared with disgust at the folder in front of me and ripped it in half before I walked out and shoved it on the trash can just outside the establishment.

People avoided me like a plague as they crossed paths with me but I didn't give a fvck. Even though I'm practically glowering at everyone.

My employees didn't even say anything as they saw me marching onto the lobby. Not even my assistant Antonio stepped in beside me inside the elevator. The only one who didn't mind my dark glowering mood is my secretary.

"Miss Wynter is waiting inside your office, sir." She whimpered as she gazed at me with widening eyes.

As if my mood could get any darker as it is, I sure as hell bristled with anger because everyone backed away and hide.

With a purpose on my stride, I threw open my office door and glared at the vixen who currently sat astride of my chair.

Fvcking payback time...

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Wynter's head snapped up as the door to Keith's office opened with force.

I stared at him in astonishment when he closed the door with a loud bang and locked it. Then he turned at me with a menacing glare on his handsome face.

I gulped down the invisible lump in my throat when he slowly, but deliberately strode in my direction.

"Keith..." I whispered before I was hauled out of his swivel chair and was shoved against his desk roughly. I hissed as the edge of the table dug at my lower back.

That fvcking hurts...

"What the fvck are you doing here?!" He snarled and I stared at him wide-eyed.

Wow. He looks so hot but that dark aura that clung to him is as scary as he was hot.

"W-what?" I squeaked when he leaned closer.

My heart drummed faster because of how close he is being right now. In other situations, I might blush and be swooning at this moment but not now. I was literally quaking in fright...

"What the fvck are you doing here?" He hissed venomously.

I gathered what was remained intact on my nerves and pushed away all fright I am feeling and locked eyes with him.

C'mon, I am Wynter McIver, Queen of the boardroom!

"I am here to collect my rightful reward. I won Keith, so that means you're mine now..." I said in a determined voice.

His glare hardened even more and he was shoving me again.

This prick...

"Nobody fvcking owns me. Not you or anyone else." He snarled at my face.

"Yes, I do!" I snarled back, annoyed at his callousness.

He gripped me by the shoulder tightly, his nails digging painfully at my skin. I fought the urge to flinch because God knows, it fvcking hurts.

I'm pretty sure it's going to mark tomorrow.

"Look here b.tch, I know you've done something to win their favor and I don't want to be played like a fool. What did you do huh?" He shook me so hard I swear I saw stars, my headaches at the movement.

"What did you fvcking do?! Did you sleep with him? Is that it?!" He glowered darkly and I gaped at him.

Disbelief was written on my face before it morphed into anger.

"I fvcking knew you're a whore, sleeping around to get what you want." He said, malice coating his voice.

That's it! That's the last straw and now I'm fvcking mad! Ignoring the stab of pain his words caused, I slapped him with force my hand turned raw red, his head snapping to the side.

"Fvck you!" I snarled at him, glaring daggers with my eyes.

His head slowly turned in my direction. His eyes narrowed even more in contempt.

Seriously? He still has the nerve to get mad?!

"Did you just slapped me?" He remarked dangerously. His left cheek turning bright red and you could already see a handprint appearing.

"Yes I did and you fvcking deserved it!" I stated in my annoyance.

Look who has anger issues...

"I fvcking deserved it?" He gritted with clenched teeth, grinding his molars together.

"Yes because you're a first-class jerk and a dickhead!" I replied.

My hands pushed him away from me and then I shoved a hand on his chest.

"You think I'm a whore? Do you think I sleep around? How dare you accuse me with lies! Don't just judge people you don't know just because you're mad at my victory." I said while I continued on glaring at him.

I gasped when he pulled me closer to him and shoved his face close to mine. We were so close to each other I could literally hear his fast heartbeats.

"I'll show you how mad I am." He hissed before he swooped down to capture my parted lips.