Caroline

A few moments later, we were pulling up in the parking lot of a huge mansion.

I stepped out of the car, feeling uneasy and the atmosphere that greeted me made me really nervous.

We walked to a giant door which was opened by a middle-aged man who introduced himself as Captain.

I looked around and was awed at the interior view. It had everything in place and the size of the living room alone was the size of our whole house.

"You're welcome," another middle-aged woman greeted, signalling to four girls what to do.

She whispered to one of them who just told us to follow her. I looked around, taking in the view which was so luxurious beyond measure.

And there, in the hallway stood the father and the son, both dressed in suits waiting to welcome us.

I am still so curious about why my dad chose this family.

Richard looks just like his father, except in the younger version.

He looked pretty tall, standing afar compared to when he was bent over the bathroom sink. Although, he was almost the same height as his dad but was still effortlessly taller.

They both walked toward us as we did the same. But the walk through the hallway of this huge house seems never-ending and I could feel my inner thigh sweat.

My heels were beginning to get heavier and my legs were about to fail me as they intertwined each other.

The walk seem never to end and at any minute, I could trip.

"You made it," Mr Trenton said as we finally met, shaking hands with my dad and my mum.

Richard seems uninterested in the pleasantries, looking down without even looking up to any of us.

"You must be the beautiful Caroline," his dad said and I heard a low scoff that was meant to be heard for just my ears I guess.

I look beautiful nevertheless.

"Come this way, please," he directed and we all walked over to the dining table.

The dining hall looks so fashionable like it was meant to be a conference hall. There were lawns of different dishes served on the table already.

His dad pulled out a chair for me with a broad smile across his fine face and I smiled in return.

Richard sat directly opposite me and only then did he look up. The look on his face says he immediately remembered me.

He mouthed a 'you?' and expected a response from me right there.

After we had eaten and chatted a bit with numerous questions about my academics and what I do, Richard was asked to take me around the house.

He was reluctant at first but didn't object. He really doesn't have to act like he doesn't want this whole thing than I do. I equally don't want to end up spending a part of my life with a whore.

We walked to the balcony and rested on the railings.

The city view could be seen standing right at the spot. It was beautiful.

I enjoyed the view since the silence between us seem to be louder than it was in the strip club where we'd first met.

He rested on the railings beside me without saying a word but with my side view, I could feel him staring at me. It felt like he was glaring and could pierce a hole through my face but I didn't turn to look at him until he spoke.

"It was you, right?" he finally said and I turned to face him but I had to raise my head to do so. Only then was I able to see his facial structure well, with the light shining on his face making it more evident.

He has a prominent chin with a squared jawline and a more pronounced definition at the gonial angle. He had well defined facial hair and a neatly laid beard and thick brows.

He was clean like he had just gotten a fresh cut and his black hair was sitting pretty on his head. His green eyes reflect nature and his long thick lashes were really healthy.

"I'd presume you to be dumb and cannot speak. You really don't have to. I just need you to listen to everything I have to say. Listen! Don't get ideas into your thick head. Nothing is happening between us!" he said.

I glared at him and was about to speak before I got interrupted.

"You don't have to agree to this. You will be paid even though you disagree to do this. I know girls like you. Girls who go to strip clubs to earn a daily living. You don't have to go to the extreme by getting married to me!"

I was fuming with anger and yet again when I was about to speak, he interrupted.

He moved closer to me and now, I could inhale his breath and his cologne. He smelled nice though like fresh breath and nature. It was unique.

"You can't have me. No one can!" he mumbled.

I was short of words and my insides clenched out of anger but I still was unable to make out any words.

He moved quite closer than he should so that we were an inch apart. He bent his head and now, we were directly face to face without having to raise my head or him having to bend his head more.

"Did you enjoy the view that night? You'd see more of it if you don't cut this whole thing off!" he whispered harshly and stared at my lips and then at my boobs for a few seconds before standing straight and adjusting his suit.

"I hope you understand everything I've just said?" he smirked before walking away with pride.

I looked angrily at his retreating back and bit my tongue to compress my anger.

He wasn't just a whore, he was a rude bastard!

His words this night made me confine in my determination.

I was going to get married to this arrogant bastard and have him regret ever spitting each word he said this night!