Chapter six

Chapter six


Chapter six

Astrid

I was too shocked to react for several seconds. I only realized what he intended to do when he headed out the door. The bastard was going to carry me to the venue like I was a stubborn child in need of spanking.

My face reddened with embarassment and anger as I darted my gaze around to see if anyone saw us

Remember when I said I disliked him? I changed my mind. I fucking hated him at this moment. And God help me, I was going to kill him the minute my feet touched the ground.
“Put me down!” I screamed but he ignored me, just as I expected.

My anger went from zero to one thousand real fast. I began hitting his back, screaming and kicking in his grip, but his steps didn't even falter. It was like hitting a brick.

I didn't stop hitting him though. If anyone saw me now, it would seem like i was throwing a tantrum. But I was too mad and embarrassed to care about my behavior .

Despite how loud I was screaming, not a single person came to my aid. This house was insanely big, there should me at least one person nearby. It was either no one was around to hear me or they just chose not to interfere.

After a domestic worker breezed past us without sparing us a glance like this was completely normal, I became certain it was the latter. It left me wondering about the things that happened here if this was considered normal. What kind of man was my mother marrying?

When it was clearly no one was coming to my rescue, I diverted to my original plan. Kicking and screaming while hoping he'd listen to me.

“Put me down right this minute, you muscular bastard! I swear, I'm going to make you regret touching me. I will scar you emotionally.”

He merely chuckled like he found my rage amusing and shifted my weight on his shoulder.

I kid you not, he shifted me like I weighed nothing. I was fuming now. But I had half a mind to realize that he wouldn't stop no matter how hard I screamed or hit him. I had to be strategic about this if I wanted my sweet revenge. And I was the master of spinning bullshit after all.

I kept my mouth shut for a few minutes so he would think I had accepted my fate. His grip on me loosen and he hastened his pace.

“Please, put me down. I can walk the rest of the way. I promise not to bother you. I'll even walk fast to keep up with you. I don't want to be carried in there.” I said in a soft voice. I let my voice break just the slightest so he would believe me.

I knew my act worked as I felt him slowing down. He paused his strides fully a second later and threw me on the floor. I winced slightly when my ass hit the hard floor but I didn't focus on the pain.

He had played right into my trap. I stared up to him with the most innocent eyes ever which he responded to with a scowl.

Honestly, it was such a shame that he was an asshole. He was hot. Like drop my panties and let him fuck me into oblivion hot. But his attitude was disgusting.

“Get up.” He barked.

“Gladly.” I smirked.

I didn't let myself reconsider my plan. I only had this opportunity, and damn it, I was going to take it and make him pay.

I laid on the ground till he moved very close to me. Then my leg went flying, hitting him right in the crotch. I backflipped immediately, landing about ten feet away from him.

I was so glad the dress I wore had a high slit in the front and was flared, otherwise my plan would have failed woefully.

I threw a glance over my shoulder to see him clutching his crotch and wincing. I smirked, satisfied that I had hit him hard. He'd definitely not seen that coming.

“Fuck you!” I yelled and took off before he could recover from his pain.

I was so grateful that the asshole hadn't given me the chance to wear shoes before hurling me away. He'd unknowingly gave me the chance to run faster away from him. And one thing I was good at was running. I had been running my entire life.

I had no idea where I was going, only that I had to keep moving. If he catches up with me, I was certain he would kill me without hesitation.

Damn, I should have taken the tour my mum offered few days ago. It would have come in handy right now. But I had been too busy sulking about my mum's new life.

I tried to listen for footsteps trailing behind me but I heard none. Maybe he was still recovering from the dick punch I'd given him. Or maybe I couldn't hear footsteps because he was trying to sneak up on me.

The thought made me increase my pace until my feet was barely touching the floor. I fisted my dress in my hands and ran like my life depended on it. In this case, it actually does.

I passed through several unfamiliar doors. I was certainly lost now. Jesus Christ, how big was this place? And why haven't I come across a single person.

My feet was starting to hurt now. Since I still couldn't hear footsteps behind me, I decided to stop and hide before my feet give up on me.

I pushed open a door by my right and ran inside without thinking of where it might lead to. I couldn't run forever, especially not when I didn't know anywhere here. I needed to hide.

I shut the door instantly and leaned against it, breathing heavily. My heart was beating erratically in my chest. I couldn't remember the last time I'd run that fast.

I slumped to the floor as I tried to regulate my breath, my eyes closed and my hand on my chest.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in.” a masculine voice drawled.

I flung my eyes opened at the sound of the voice. My gaze immediately collided with a pair of green eyes.

The man I just ran from.