Chapter 2

THE SLAP

Bianca's POV

The pressure became more intense as he kept on walking towards my direction, still staring at me.

"How much do you want?"

His voice sounded deep, monotone, whatever you want to call it. It commanded respect and authority. I looked back just to be sure who he was talking to. It wasn't me right? There's no way it's me.

"I don't like to repeat myself. Tell me your price immediately, I've better things to do."

He was staring at me giving me a hint that I was the one he was talking to.

What price? Is he trying to buy our silence? There's no way that would ever happen.

"You're not going to talk?"

Obviously block head.

"You're really wasting my time."

Then fucking leave.

"I'll give you an offer. Five million dollars."

Everyone turned their heads immediately to look at me.

Five million dollars?

Is he crazy?

There was so much I could do with that, I could finally... I cleared all thoughts in my head. I'm sure everyone was expecting me to accept the offer and throw away my pride, but there was no way I was ever going do that.

"Is she mute?"

He wasn't looking at me for the first time but it was annoying that he was referring to me.

Jason shook his head.

I've had enough of this. Who does he think he is? I know he is wealthy and handsome and sexy and hot and...

Ugh...! Shut up!!!!

But...but that doesn't give him any right to talk about me like that.

"I refuse."

I look him straight into the eyes, trying so hard not to fall for his charming face. I was determined.

He smirked. It wasn't a regular one.

It hid mysterious and dark intentions in it.

He must be wondering how foolish I was to refuse his offer. Everyone was gnawing at me including my own boyfriend.

There was no way they actually wanted me to accept it right?

"How dumb can one be? I'm offering you an amount you'll never be able to make in your life time and you dare refuse it? Well, I don't blame you. I blame your mentality. I couldn't expect anything more from a pauper like you. Poor mentality and poor mindset. I blame myself for coming out here to address you. I should have just called the police..."

That does it.

I wasn't thinking straight. I wasn't thinking at all.

I raised my hands and gave him a smack on the face.

Who the hell does he think he is? Pauper? Poor? He should be thankful I didn't have any form of weapon with me, I was ready to go to jail and be sentenced to death or whatever punishment. He wasn't lying though and that made it hurtful.

The truth hurts as they say, and right now I was hurt by his truth, it stung.

There was so much I could do with that huge amount of money, but like Jason said, this was not the time to give up.

I wasn't going to be swept off my feet, I wasn't about to deviate from my beliefs all because of money. I wasn't going to be like them, allow greed get the best of me.

His 'puppets' immediately surrounded me and swept me off from my feet, one holding my left arm, and the other the right.

What were they planning on doing to me? How could they handle a lady this? I guess gender didn't matter to these people, I just slapped their boss after all.

"Let me go. Let me go." I screamed my lungs out.

My hands was beginning to hurt, it felt like they were about to tear. Jason was panicking by the side but he couldn't do anything, he dared not.

These people aren't meant to be dealt with, but I just stepped on the lion's tail, and I was about to pay for my actions.

He was still glaring at me when I glanced to look at him, and he didn't bat an eyelid.

He didn't show any form of remorse, no emotions whatsoever. He was enjoying watching me in this state that I was, totally powerless, in his control but there was no way I was going to give up and fall for his schemes.

No way I was going to surrender, not right now, not ever.

I stared right back at him and pleaded with my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore, my arms were about to tear. He suddenly calmed down and for a few seconds, I could see the change in expression in his eyes before they were back to the usual cold one.

"Let her go." He said, and immediately, they left me alone.

Those fools. If they had the chance, they could kill me.

I turned my head to glance at Jason. He was there speechless, unable to do anything, unable to save me. Part of me was angry he didn't, cause who the fuck does absolutely nothing when their girlfriend is at the hands of a merciless human being? And part of me was happy he didn't do anything, these people are not to be messed with - especially Charles.

No one dared voice out their opinions, they all stared at me without feeling any pity.

Oh well, I did bring this upon myself.

I tried stretching out my arms to ease the pain, looks like I would need a massage and a strong pain killer.

He looked my way again. Was there something on my face, or he was just amused at how I slapped him?

Oh! He thought I couldn't do anything to him because he was so all powerful?

Well, think again you fool.

He smirked. That smirk again.

This guy! He was really looking down on me. I grinned at him.

Oh please! It was only a slap, no need to exaggerate that much.

He should be thankful I didn't do more than that, but doing more than that could have landed me in the hospital, or worse, killed.

"Let's go."

He stared at me for the last time only that this time I could feel it almost piercing my soul.

If looks could kill, I would have probably died a hundred times today.

He didn't utter a word after that and just left and everyone was left in shock about what just happened; including myself.

I remembered that stare of his and then it hit me hard.

I had gone and messed with the wrong person now. I had gone and looked for trouble.

That gaze, it was piercing through my soul. He was definitely planning something. Only now did I realize the consequences of my actions, but it was too late to turn back now. I was never going to apologize to him.

Oh no! What have I done?