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—I asked you a question—Oliver took me by the arms and made me get out of the bathtub—Who are you? He seemed angry. I blinked several times and finally reacted.

-Who I am? I broke free of his grasp and pushed him away. "You should know that, Oliver Price!" But you don't know it because you're always involved in your business world and you don't care about anyone but yourself —I hit him in the chest. Maybe I had gone crazy but I always fantasized about this moment, about having the man who ruined my life close by.

"Enough already!" I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.” He stopped me with his hands on my wrists. His grip was strong and it hurt. "I want you to get out of here right now, do you understand?" He tried to get me out of the bathroom, but I didn't let him.

"Let me go or I'll scream!" I threatened him.

—If you're smart, you won't do it because the only one who would lose is you.

-You. I got away again. I was elated and very angry. Alcohol gave me more courage than I ever had—You're the worst man there is, Oliver Price. You are selfish, mean, despicable... - what else? handsome, sexy Damn—...and...

-What else? He put his hands on his waist as if he were mocking me.

-And I hate you! You ruined my life." I hit him on the shoulder. Oliver seemed to get more annoyed because he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto his shoulder, leading me out of the bathroom.

"Put me down!" I kicked my feet, wanting to scream now yes. But Oliver, who was only wearing black boxers, pushed me onto the bed. At that moment I panicked.

"Enough girl, I don't know who you are or why the hell you tell me all these things but I'm fed up and I don't have time for you." I'll call security.

I laughed.

I was very drunk and angry.

"You'll call security," I laughed.

-What is so funny?

—That you can't with me —another laugh. I don't know why the hell I was laughing but I couldn't stop. —Oliver Price can't with a girl —more laughter—He can't with a girl —I hit the pillow.

I noticed that he put the cell phone aside and put his hands to his temple as if trying to be patient.

"Are you coming with someone?" I'll go find your friends or your boyfriend to get you out of here.

"If he came with someone I don't remember." I stood up to be at his height but it was useless because he was taller than me. "But at least..." -hiccups- "...I didn't want to tell you what you deserved, Oliverrr." I bent my foot and that almost made me fall, but Oliver caught me. His face was very close to mine and I hated seeing him so handsome, I don't know. “I-I hate you, Oliver Price.

I heard something like "the feeling is mutual, girl" before falling into a deep sleep...

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It smelled like coffee... toast, butter... food! I woke up with a start, sitting up in bed. I put a hand to my head because it hurt like hell. But I got a scare when I was not in my room but in another much bigger and much more luxurious.

Can not be.

NOT. CAN. TO BE.

I calmed down a bit because I was still wearing my dress from yesterday. But then the memories started flooding into my head. Me dancing, me fighting with... Oliver Price! Shit. I jumped up and looked for my boots. I don't know where the hell I am but it wasn't the room last night. It wasn't the club, this looked like a house. I do not remember anything. Did I come with a guy after telling his few truths to Oliver? What's happening to me? Finding the boots I heard the door opening. I would look at the person who brought me to this place. As soon as the boy appeared my hopes fell again.

-You again? I snapped. Oliver was wearing a perfect and impeccable suit and had his eyes on some papers. When he heard me he raised it. Sure, I was disheveled and with my makeup running, but since it was this man, I didn't care how he looked.

-Me again. He threw the papers on the bed, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "I see you're already awake."

"No, I'm still asleep," I said sarcastically.

"If you want to use the bathroom, it's over there." He pointed to a door. "But I imagine you'd take it without permission."

I made a face.

-Very funny. If you'll excuse me, I have to go." I tried to push past him but his arm stopped me. "Let go of me, Price.

"You won't leave this house until I say so."

-Sorry? You don't force me to do anything —I tried to get away but it was useless. —Besides, you're a kidnapper, I don't know why I'm not surprised.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Give me the number of your relatives, I'll ask for money in exchange for your freedom —he took out his cell phone. I widened my eyes in astonishment because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I was kidding," he said after seeing my face.

"Your jokes are not funny at all.

"Let's talk like civilized people, shall we?"

—It will be difficult because here I only see one person —I pointed out—You are an animal.

Oliver sighed deeply as if trying to be patient with me. I crossed my arms because it gave me great pleasure to get him out of his boxes.

"It will be more difficult than I thought," he said more to himself. "First... Aileen," he looked at me.

-How do you know my name?

"I investigated you. I would not allow someone to enter my house without first being investigated.

—Firstly, I didn't ask to enter your house and secondly, you have no right to investigate me.

“Thanks to that I understand the problem, Aileen. A year ago something important happened in the company, there were many changes and, unfortunately, one of those was cancellations of scholarships which I didn't want but my father arranged it that way. Who you have to take it out on is him, not me.

-Liar. Your name was on that paper, you yourself gave the conference.

Oliver thought about it for a bit.

"Okay, it was me. I couldn't convince you.

-What do you want me to do?

-Any. You can't do anything, idiot. I lost a year of my life. Not all of us have the privilege of being born in a cradle of gold and with paid studies like others —I spat out the words. —You are detestable, Oliver.

—Why don't you work and pay for your degree? That's what normal people do.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. Every time I think he couldn't be more despicable, he speaks and breaks another record. I don't even know why the hell I'm talking to him.

—That is what I do since you appeared in my life. I brushed past her. "I hope I never see you again, Price." I opened the door and went out into the hallway, slamming her after. I didn't know where the exit was but I just followed the corridor. When I was going down the stairs I heard his voice.

"Wait, don't go out there." He took my arm.

-Than?

In that the main door opened and an older man appeared from it. The employee greeted him.

"Go through the back door."

I wriggled free and kept going down. The lord saw me.

"Good morning," he greeted.

"Good morning," I greeted. Here you will pay me, Oliver.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Oliver asked next to me.

"Now I can't visit my son?" said the man that I now see was the father.

"Yes, Oliver, don't be rude," I scolded him. Hi, I'm Aileen, nice to meet you.

-The pleasure is mine. I'm John Price.

—I have heard of you, I find you very admirable. It's a pity that your son doesn't have his qualities and abilities,” I commented. I noticed that Oliver was red with anger. And you could also tell that my words affected him, I mean, that he said them to his father.

"You can't inherit everything," Mr. John agreed with me. "I haven't seen you around here. Are you a friend of my son's?"

-Not at all. We already know that your son hangs out with other types of people that have nothing to do with it. I prefer to hang out with good and sincere people and, unfortunately, your son is not in that category,” I replied, the same word he had told me the night before I had used.

I think Mr. John was at a loss for words.

—Well, Mr. John, it was nice to meet you but I have to go because I'm late for work —I went to the door —I would say "I'll be late for the university but I'm not attending for now" but ask your son, he knows more that I. See you, Oliver.” I cupped two fingers to my lips and blew him an imaginary kiss. I turned around, opened the door and walked out of there. I was hot and nervous. My hands were shaking. I could not believe what I had done. He had called out Oliver Price and he had done it in front of his father. From what I heard, that man was very strict, especially with his son. Poor him, but he deserves that and more. If he ruined my life one day, why couldn't I do it with him? An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Oliver's mansion was huge and the driveway seemed endless. However, inside of me I felt that Oliver would not stay like that and would want revenge. It would be better to be prepared.