POV: Raphael
"Think about it?
Think about it you said?
Whoever told you there was something to think about getting engaged yo you must be a lunatic. That is not part of the deal, why did you tell him we needed to think about it?
You could have just said we are not ready yet and Gramps will understand. Now you have given him hope, making him feel we are ready to be engaged. Did I ever tell you I want to be engaged to you?
If we are not careful and smart, Gramps will trick us into getting engaged and eventually getting married, is that what you want?
Did I mention that I was going to ruin my reputation further by marrying a nameless whore?
Dating you openly is already affecting my company and destroying the reputation I've built for myself. Why on earth would I want to marry you?" I yelled at the top of my voice. She scoffed and shook her head, turning to walk out on me.
"Walk out of this room and the deal is over!" I threatened furiously. My words must have hit a nerve because she turned to me abruptly, surprising me with the sudden movement,
"Threaten me one more time and the fucking deal is off, Raphael. I've tried so hard to put up with your stinking attitude, but there is so much I can take from an arrogant bastard like yourself. You wanted me to pretend to love your lonely, pitiful ass, and that is exactly what I did.
You had all the opportunity to tell him that you are not ready to be engaged, but you kept mute like a moron. Oh, wait, I forgot, you are supposed to be suffering from Autism, right?" she asked him, making the hand quote in the air to piss me off. I snorted in anger, my face turning red with anger.
I have no idea how she found out I was not as sick as I claimed. It's a damn secret, but she screams it out at will, not bothering if anyone was close enough to hear her. Good thing my room is soundproof, what would I say if someone heard us arguing and then heard her insinuating that I wasn't sick like I claimed. She is just pushing my buttons, daring me.
"I said that to give us some time to come up with a plan to get out of this shitty engagement. I wouldn't marry you if you were the last guy on earth!" she added in that icy tone that always gets on my nerves, sneering at me and daring me to refute her claims.
"Good, because the feeling is mutual!" I retorted angrily, my eyes filled with anger and hate. How can she be so tough in front of me?
She looked me in the eyes and told me she would never consider having a real relationship with me. That is how much she hates me. I was glaring furiously at her, and she started at me with eyes filled with hatred too.
Our glare lasted for a minute, and then I noticed that I wasn't angry with her anymore, and neither was she because she was no longer glaring but staring at me longingly. I looked at her, like really looked at her and I found myself admiring her for being true to herself.
She had stood up to me despite the fact that I was her benefactor. I have no idea what I'm feeling right now, I don't even want to try to understand my feelings towards her. I just know in my heart that I wanted to kiss her lips right now. And that is exactly what I did.
I closed the gap between us, backing her up against the wall and I brought my lips down to hers without warning and I kissed her so passionately, kissing her fiercely, establishing my dominance.
She responded with equal energy, trying to match my pace, matching my kisses with hers, and moaning softly into the kiss. I lifted her to straddle my hips, and I held her hand up against the wall, kissing her passionately.
"You love getting on my nerves, don't you?" I murmured into the kiss, biting her lips to make her scream in pleasure. She bucked her hips to move, moaning in pleasure, her face contorted in pleasure. I can't believe I'm enjoying this, I just love having her underneath me, moaning in pleasure.
"What would it take to get you to love me?" she blurted out in pleasure, making me pause in my actions and gaze at her closely, studying her reactions intently.
"What did you just say?" I asked her sternly, stopping the kisses and staring fixedly at her. I can't believe I was trying to prove my dominance while the whole time, Victoria was trying to get me to love her. She looks shocked by my reaction, I guess she wasn't planning on saying that out loud.
"Love you?
What do you think this is?
A fairy tale?" I yelled furiously. She tried to walk away but I stopped her and forced her to look at me,
"More like a nightmare Ralph!" She murmured, trying to break free. But I held her still, refusing her to leave.
"Don't play games with me, Victoria. This is a deal and when it's over, we go our separate ways. Don't delude yourself into thinking that we could be more than what we already are. You of all people should know that I mean every word I'm saying to you, I'm not someone you can trick so easily. Be warned," I told her.
"You are delusion if you think I want anything more. You hate me because of that night and that was what I was referring to when I spoke about love. I wish you would stop calling me a whore, I wish you would…" She stopped herself from saying the rest and just walked out on me cursing out loudly as she left.
I smiled as I watched her leave. It's easy to tell that she has something up her sleeve, I just hope she realizes what she is getting into before it is too late. I decided to follow her and find out what she was up to. I first checked into the sitting room and dining, but she wasn't there.
"Maybe she wanted a drink to clear her thoughts," I guessed within me as I headed to the bar to search for her, and I couldn't find her there either. I was going to get my laptop and track her phone to find her location.
But just as I was about to head back upstairs, I spotted her in the garden outside and she was happily chatting with my mom as if they weren't against each other a few hours ago. I looked at both women and I noticed that Victoria looked genuinely happy to get Mom's approval to be with me.
I could see her eyes sparkling with instead tears as they chatted and laughed together. Mom had my photos from when I was a child and they both laughed about some of my naughty pictures. I could see my mom laughing happily and that fucking scared me.
I know my mom and I know that she is not the chatty, jovial type. If she is doing this now, It means that she has a plan. I wonder what that is?