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Sophia Censatio

 

 

We both stood staring at each other with an angry expression on his face. He looks scary whilst I look scared. If a look could kill then, I'd probably be dead by now. I am really scared and nervous. My heart kept beating rapidly.

The fact that, I've always known he would find me but, never for once have I imagined he would find me this soon.

"Ms. Sophia"

I think I'm crazy because I end up sneering the moment he called out my real name.

No, I'm not ready yet for this. I'm not ready to face this monster- I suddenly thought after realizing that I shouldn't have stood that long there with him.

I tried to slam the door shut on his face but he grabbed the door before it got close. He pushed me aside and walked into the house like it belong to him. He begin to inspect my house like there was something he is trying to point out whilst I continued with what I was doing before he arrived.

Cleaning the house and pretending not to notice his presence.

"So, should I call you Ms. Alvira or Ms. Sophia?" he asked and I sneered again.

I shouldn't be surprised, right? After all, he's a billionaire. He has the power to find me and know everything about me.

I looked at him and smiled sheepishly. "Okay, Mr. Samuel. Or, do you prefer I call you, Mr. Rapist?" I chuckled again immediately after uttering those words to him.

His face immediately darkened in anger but I don't care. Because at this point, I had already crossed the line. The moment I told those huge lies about him to the whole world, I had crossed the line and I know there's no going back.

"Why?" I asked coldly. I know, I'm beginning to push him to the wall. I can tell by the expression on his face he doesn't like the reaction he's getting from me right now.

He suddenly begins to take a step forward. Every time he took a step forward, I took one back. I cursed immediately I felt my back against the wall. I can't believe this man is standing right in front of me, now. The person I've been seeing I'm TV, in magazines.., The person, I saw at the restaurant yesterday is different from the person standing right before me now.

He's really handsome, his masculine scent suddenly fills in my nostrils and I find myself not able to think straight. I'm mentally shaking right now.

He stared deep into my eyes and smirked. "Do you think, you can get away after everything you've done?" He asked.

"And, what is that if I may ask?" I asked boldly.

“You know...." he trailed off as he slightly glance round my house before staring back into my eyes and continued. " I wonder how a famous person like you who writes shit about me lives in a small place like this. The silence of this house is obscene for a blogger who writes nonsense about me!” he growled.

Even though I'm shaking inside of me right now, I can't show it.

Why? Because I do not want him to feel I'm intimidated by his presence.

"Why? Are you surprised that the person who wrote those things about you lives in the slum? In that case, you shouldn't let people know you visit the slum, don't you think?" I gently pat his cheek as I said that to him. 

“You dared write nasty things about me yet, you didn't look remorseful about it? Should I remind you what those words are?" He said before turning his back to me as he stepped away a little from me with his hands in his pocket.

"What was that again?... Aha! Now I remember. He is a rapist, a drug addict, and has a bad brain?!" he said in a deep, hoarse voice as he strode fastly toward me and roughly pinned me to the wall. His eyes dug holes in mine.

Before he realized how much effect his closeness is causing me, I hurriedly push him away from me. 

"Well… My fault, I lied. I shouldn't have called you a rapist and a druggist. But the other two? I didn't lie about that, did I?" I asked in the same cold tone he finished using on me.

He walk up to me again but this time around, he didn't touch me. He lean his face closer to mine as he stared deep into my eyes. "You don't seem to know what you're getting yourself into, do you?" he questioned.

"Maybe, yes. Maybe, no." I replied with a shrug shoulder.

"You are facing someone who can destroy you with a little snap of a finger!" he said coldly.

"And you think, I'm going to be afraid of you because of that? I thought, you know me well by now, Mr. Samuel."

"Sophia Censatio, 24 years old. You have two siblings (Janet and Nicholas). Your father died 14 years ago and your mother is currently on a sick bed in the hospital, ST Jones Health Care. You owe a lease of 6 months. Both your siblings have to pay their tuition fees else, they might end up dropping out of school. You worked multiple times and waitressed at PLG for a month and a few weeks." He listed everything that had happened and still happening in my life.

I ought to be afraid but, I end up smiling.

Why am I not shocked that he knows this much about me? After all, he's Aaron Samuel.

"So, what are you going to do with me now? Want to sue me? Send me to jail or, ask me to make a public apology and seek compensation for the damages I had caused you despite knowing I have no money?" I asked coldly.

But, I realized he doesn't like where this is going one bit. From his facial expression, I can tell. It's written all over his face.

Unfortunately, if he expects me to get down on my knees and beg for mercy then, he is wrong. Not now, or ever will I do that.