Chapter Seven

Clyde

Olivia fixated her eyes on the zipper of my pants but quickly turned her gaze somewhere else when she felt noticed by me and kept her distance.

"Who the hell do you think you are? We first met in the club, then you stalked me at my house, broke an entry into my room and now you ask my father for my hand in marriage?"

Her body was fueling up with rage but her eyes remained soft like the person I always knew her to be.

"Well, Everything happens for a reason. It's just a coincidence that we keep meeting." I grinned.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Why did you ask for my hand in marriage?"She asked me this time, looking at me like I was worthless.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh did you receive the news from your father, my dear future wife?" I smiled and suddenly her face lit up with more anger.

"Don't you dare call me that! I will never be your wife or woman! Do you understand ?"She walked towards me while I straightened my body position.

Her eyes pierced through mine hoping for a reaction but I just stood there relentlessly.

"Who do you think you are ?" She shoved her tiny hands on my chest.

If only she knew who I was. Yet standing in front of her with hunger in my eyes and lust for revenge she wouldn't recognize me.

"Your father accepted, he gave you to me," I smirked, knowing it would anger her more.

"I won't marry you! Not now, not ever!" She raised her voice staring at me with hate.

She wouldn't be looking at me that way If she knew I was her first love, first kiss. But my urge for revenge was on top of all my forgotten feelings for her. And my new name and face would help her see the devil. The monster she created.

"I was in the middle of something and you ruined it, So why don't you be a good girl and help me finish what you ended? Be a good girl and kneel for your future husband. Please me."I whispered near her face and she pushed me again even though her strength wasn't compared to mine. I was still standing in my place.

"I will chop off your d*ck with my teeth, put it into a jar with water, salt, and vinegar, and give it to you to eat in winter! " She raised her voice making a disgusted face.

"You have developed a pretty bad mouth little Olivia. Should I fix your pretty little mouth?" I ran my thumb on her lower lip, wetting my lips.

 The feeling of her lips on mine from the other night still lingered on my skin.

"Don't touch me!" She pushed away my hand, giving me a threatening look before leaving my office.

"I will never marry you, mister Harrison." I started throwing the objects around after she left the office.

"Will see little wifey!" I spoke through my teeth.

My body was on fire.

Olivia

There was so much anger built in me. I went to the address where the taxi found me. That man, Gabriel told me that the devil was busy but in some way he let me go in. I don't know why, because a man his size could have handled me well and stopped me from going inside. It was like he wanted me to see that horrible scene that made me want to throw up. And he wants to marry me when he screws women that the treats like toys whenever he wants to go. That girl obeyed as he owned her. Maybe he felt that I was his new toy but he was wrong. If he thinks marrying me will be easy, he has another thing coming. No, I wasn't going to marry him.

"Is my dad in?" I asked Karla before barging into his office.

"Dad, Why did you agree to me marrying that devil of a man, I’m not going to marry him!” I hit the desk with the bag.

"Sit down Olivia!" My father raised his voice.

"I have said my last word, this topic will be closed and will never be opened again. I will not marry that devil!"

I made my decision clear, turning my back on my father to walk out of his office.

"What If I offered you a deal? A very convenient deal for you." He stopped me.

I turned around slowly, I knew Dad was not going to let this go.

"I'm not interested in any of the deals you'll offer," I stated, calmly before turning around again.

"What If I told you that I can help you find that friend of yours, Daniel Wallas?"

 Did my dad say that? I turned around in a flash second, narrowing my eyes at my father.

"How? How would you help?" I took slow steps towards him.

"I have my sources. I'm more powerful than you, daughter. When you marry Clyde Harrison. I will start looking for your friend as soon as possible."

He was right, he had more power than me. I had begged him for years to help me and he refused. Now he wanted to help but I had to risk my freedom and happiness by marrying that selfish man. Why would he want me, when he could have chosen any other woman?

“But Dad, Clyde is a devil.”

“Never judge someone you don’t know, he’s a reputable man and will make a good business partner for me.”

“I barely know the guy, dad.”

“Everything comes with a cost, you want to find Daniel right?”

I needed to find Daniel, I had some questions for him and I’ve been searching for him from the moment he left, I had no choice.

"Okay, deal." I extended my hand.

"Glad to do business with you, my little girl." My dad shook my hand with a wide grin on his face.

"But I want a contract, in written form with your signature on it." I couldn't trust only his words.

"As you wish." My dad was in 7th cloud of happiness.

Clyde

The phone rang, and Arthur Smith's name appeared on the screen. Olivia had already given me a hard time and put me in a bad mood.

"Hello," I answered the phone in a tired voice.

"Hello, son." My blood fueled up at the sound of that.

"Are you okay? Did something bad happen, you don't sound well?"

"No, I just had a tiring day. How are you, mister Smith?"

"Oh, please, call me Arthur. Soon, we'll become a family. I'm calling to give you the good news. I spoke to Olivia, and she accepted. Congratulations! " The pig started laughing.

Was he being serious? Just a few hours ago, His daughter was yelling and fighting that she would never marry me. Apparently, she hadn't mentioned that, but what made her change her mind?

Around an hour later she returned.

"Wow, Today must be my lucky day, twice in a row! To what do I owe your second visit?" I acted like I didn't know that she had said yes.

She sat on the chair in front of me throwing her right leg over her left revealing her creamy thigh. The red dress she had on had two splits at the sides at the ends of the dress that reached her thigh.

"Eyes up here." She signaled for me to look at her eyes Clyde Harrison never blushed, never was ashamed, never was embarrassed.

"Why are you here little Olivia?" I turned a serious face.

"I accept your proposal, when are we getting married?"

I blinked at her choice of words.

"You accepted? After you came and shouted at me that you would never marry me? Interesting. What made you change your mind?"

"That's none of your business, the point is I accepted. When are we getting married?"

"Well, I don't know. When do you want? Next month?" I shrugged my shoulders, acting like I wasn't interested.

 If it was for me I would marry her that day.

"Next month?" She was calculating something in her head.

"Yes, is it too early, do you need more time for your wedding preparations?"

She laughed before repeating: "Wedding preparations. No, you and my father can deal with it. But next month is too far, let's marry earlier. Let's do it this weekend." She suggested.

"This weekend? Wow Olivia, seems like you never wanted to get married to me from the beginning and now there’s a sudden change. You are quite the actress, I must hand you that. Why marry me so quickly? "

"Just say, yes or no. "

" Yes. " I accepted.

"Should I talk to your father or you'll do it?"

"I'll do it." She smiled, was she happy about the wedding?

"I'll leave now. Oh, where are we going to live? In here?" She stopped at the door.

"Yes in here. Is there any problem?"

"No, no problem at all. But you do realize that being a married man, many things will change in this house. Beginning from your guests." She smiled calmly before leaving.

 What was she planning? She wasn't supposed to be this happy and calm. There was something fishy going on and I had to get to the bottom of it fast.