CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-FIVE*Oh! She loves this side of him*"Nothing much. C'mon now, don't bore yourself with that. Matt is someone not worth talking about." She hissed, waving it off. *Much less to you* she finished off the sentence internally. Drake clucked his tongue in disapproval. "Did this Matt dude hurt you or something? Perhaps your ex-boyfriend?" Of course, Drake wasn't gonna buy her cheap response. Her hair practically stood on end in disgust at the mere thought of being in a relationship with Matt. Oh hell no!! "Fucking no! That's bollocks! There's no way on earth I was either his girlfriend or going to be one. Not in this life or the next. Ever!" she squealed in rage. Drake's brows shot up. But why does Janice hates him so much? "So you simply hate him for no reason at all? That's absurd. You can't just wake up one morning and decides to desist the existence of someone for no obvious reason. Just doesn't make sense." He held out his hand expansively to
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX*This had better be a bloody joke!*She slowly but steadily approached the big house and puffed out a sign of deep relief when she didn't see the parked Gray Mercedes-Benz. Just as Abigail had texted, he already left! Thank goodness!!! Geez! It's already past eleven and he is just leaving their house neither had she retired for the day because of matt! This is all that asshole's fault! She parked at the exact spot the Mercedes-Benz was. She got down and locked the car with the automatic lock key she pressed. She scurried towards the main door and pressed the doorbell. Abigail was already expecting her because she was at the door already and held it open for her. "Welcome, Ma'am. Let me help you with your bag." She stretched her hand humbly to reach for the bag but Janice didn't oblige her. With a shake of the head, Janice firmly. "No, it is fine."She didn't see Dad in the living room. "Thank you so much Abigail for your help." Abigail
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN*What a mess she is becoming...*"You are just being paranoid love. Think about it. What did Matt do to you? Nothing I assume? So why are you so hell-bent on avoiding his entire existence?" She bit her bottom lip furiously, attempting to swallow the rage brewing inside of her. "So you would rather force him to be with me for the sake of your best friend, George Castle?" She spat. "What about how I feel? Have you thought about that for once?" He paused as he studied her reaction carefully. "You are looking at it from the wrong perspective honey. I care so much about you and how you feel. Of course, I'm doing this with your best interests at heart." She tsked in disappointment. "I don't know if I should believe that Father. I don't like Matt Castle and I never did. Can't you see that?" she queried frantically. " I want absolutely nothing to do with Matt Castle and nothing is going to change my mind!" A determined glint flashed in her eyes. Her
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT*Everything is all muddled up...*The buzzing of her phone woke her up from her sleep. Rubbing her groggy eyes, she stretched and yawned. Who could that be? By this time? It's still early. She thought angrily as her sleepy eyes flickered to the wall clock in her bed. The time read: 8:35 am. The phone kept ringing persistently, grating her nerves with a groan she grabbed her phone, cursing under her breath. If it was matt calling with another unknown phone, she swear she would-! Her vengeful thoughts were halted as the caller popped up again. It was Sandra, her personal secretary and manager of her fashion store. She needs to calm her tits down and quiet thinking anyone that calls her is Matt Castle! She is going nuts! She wondered why her secretary is calling her by this time in the morning. The instructions were never to call at odd hours except if there was an emergency or any urgent prior appointment. Her eyes widened. Wait... Is there an e
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE *She wants to prove the world wrong*After spending about Ten minutes sorting out the clothes to put on to her office she finally settled for a high-quality Navy pantsuit and black silky steel toe heels. She pulled back her blonde hair in her ponytail, leaving some strands of her hair peeking out of the band making it look beautifully messy in a way and yet professional. She wore red velvet lipstick and light mascara which accentuates her hazel eyes. Finally, she wore her gold wristwatch and a pearl necklace and earrings that go with her Fendi bag adorned with some spottings of pearls on it. She opened her drawer full of many expensive designer perfumes and picked out the Dior perfume and spritzed it behind her ears and writs. She gave one final approving look at herself in the large dresser mirror and nodded to her beautiful reflection in the mirror. Picking out the Navy pantsuits was the best option after all. She looked gorgeous in it. I bet Loren
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY *Finally, she would face her fear and the rest will be history.*"He is here. I just saw his car driving into the parking lot." She said hastily. "What do you want me to do, Ma'am?"Her head was beating like a drum in her head. What could she do? Lying to him would do no good because she would be out very soon to her office and she can't be hiding in the house. She is sure as hell he won't be leaving without a fight if he finds out she is in here. Remember, what she said to herself? That she is prepared to face her fears once and for all. It won't do her any good to be hiding. She can't hide forever. And besides, she was resolved this morning that the best thing to do is to face her fears. She inhaled deeply and heaved out a deep breath trying to gain control of the situation on the ground. She turned to face Abigail with a tight-lipped smile. "Why don't you treat him to a cup of coffee?" Abigail was gaping incredulously at Janice. "Are yo
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-ONE *If he bloody finds out she has a man, he would destroy him!*" C'mon Janice. Stop pushing me away. What did I do to make you so mad?" He drew closer which only made her draw farther away. "Don't come any closer, Matt!" She growled. "Why have you been following me around anyway?" He held up his hand in defense as he halted in his tracks. Disappointment marred his brows. "C'mon Janice. I know for a fact that I didn't anything bad. So why have you been running away from me? I haven't seen you in a while and I've missed you badly. At least that should get me a hug right?" She frowned at him. "No hugs! Besides, I never wanted you here in the first place. Plus, the stalking would have to stop!" "What Stalking?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, feigning ignorance. She scoffed. "You know what I'm talking about here! You came to my office and don't you dare deny it!" His jaw moved to a fraction before a smirk bloomed on his lips. "Alright, I did. on
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO *He would never take No for an answer! *"All I want from you is to talk together. That's all. I'm not imposing or anything. I'm simply begging you. I will do anything, I mean anything at all to have that wish granted. Please consider, Janice. I swear on my life that I mean you no harm at all." He continued as he smiled at her. The hotness of his breath made the hair on her skin stand on end. Not in pleasure, oh fuck no! But in sheer disgust! Oh my Gosh! She had always been disgusted by his presence and nothing would make her change towards him. He is an asshole and he would have to leave with that! But looking at this situation from a different angle, she could use it to her advantageHer breath hitched in her throat when the pad of his thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. Her hazel eyes widened in shock and disgust. She angrily pummels his chest. "What the fuck Matt! I said don't fucking touch me!" She squealed. He chuckled as