Victoria's POV
I didn't know how to react the moment I saw Oliver Prize inside our dining hall, and it felt like the universe was punishing me for a sin that I hadn't known I had done, and the way he looked at me with contempt fueled my anger towards him.
"What is he doing here, Art?" I asked our butler, and he smiled at me.
"I am sorry, my dear, this so sudden since your father called me a while ago, informing me about Oliver. And I believe you have met at school since he told me you are classmates." He said, and I don't know who Oliver is, but I could tell right away he was from the elite society since my father called our butler.
"Why are you here, Oliver?" I asked in a stern voice.
"Asked your father, Victoria, because if you are going to ask me, I just want you to know, I don't want to be here as well." He responded, and I could tell right away he was trying to provoke me once again, and I tried to control my voice as I sat down on my chair. And if I wasn't only hungry, I have already retreated to my room, but I can't starve because of our unwelcome guest, and the way he looked at me with disdain made me want to throw the utensils at his face, and I wanted to cry since I have too much to deal with in just one day. How could my father punish me this way?
The butler and Celia left, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling so anxious as I tried my best not to look at Oliver. But I can't deny his strong presence is enough to make me feel conscious, and I could tell there was something about him that I can't quite explain. And I know even if I felt angry towards him because for the first time I met a guy who didn't care about my beauty at all, and I must admit he was the first guy who made me feel I was nothing and worthless in his eyes, and that is why my ego was wounded. I know it all started from the incident on the road this morning.
I could feel the hammering on my chest when I looked up, and I found him staring at me with an intensity that made my knees feel so weak, and I couldn't stop myself from blushing, and for a while, I thought he was looking at me with tenderness until I realized he was scowling at me.
"What?" I asked, and he just shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his food, totally ignoring me. I tried my best to control my emotions because I couldn't believe for the first time someone had ignored Victoria Winner, and he was hurting me inside. And I hate to admit that my classmates at school, especially Keisha's friends called me a bitch that was always seeking attention, and maybe if my parents gave me enough of their precious time, I would never feel this way.
I know those girls who gossip about me are envious of me because of my family name alone. My dad is the wealthiest man in the entire country, which is why the cheerleaders hated me, that they all protested when I attempted to audition to become a cheerleader. I am top of my class, and I don't have problems with my grades because even if I don't study, I can answer whatever question my teacher throws at me.
And I am proud of what I am, and even if those cheerleaders tried to ruin my name, they never got successful because the students at Zenith Academy except them love and adore me. I could tell this time they got a boy on their side because this was the first time I met someone like Oliver Prize who hated me even he got the chance to know me.
He already did an excellent job by kissing me on the first day he showed up in our academy. I am not sure what he can do for the rest of the school year. I realized I needed to stay away from his kind even if deep inside me I am so curious to know about him, and this is the first time I wanted to see a boy, but I needed to safeguard my own heart.
I couldn't believe he would leave me on the table without saying goodbye after eating his food, and I let out a soft sigh as I got up from my chair feeling so lost, and I hastily climbed the stairs. The minute I got inside my room, I got my phone from my nightstand table, and I dialed my father's phone.
"Hello, sweetheart!" I felt so excited to hear my mom's voice on the other line.
"I am a little hurt that you are calling your dad instead of me." She declared, and I couldn't stop myself from giggling.
"You answer his phone anyway," I replied, and my mom laughed.
"Of course, so, I assumed you have something important to discuss with your father." She said, and I said yes, because even if I am their only child, my parents told me not to call them unless it was an emergency, and that is one of the things I hated about them. They are my parent's for heaven's sake, but it feels like I am one of their business partners or clients.
"Victoria, my dear, what is so urgent that you are calling me in the middle of my meeting." My father said, and I felt a pang on my chest that he didn't even bother to say hi or ask me how am I doing.
"I am sorry, Dad, I don't want to disturb you, but I want to know who Oliver Prize is and what he is doing in our house. You could have at least told me ahead of time that I would have a new housemate." I said, and I couldn't hide my frustrations anymore.
"Oh, so Oliver is already there? That is good news then." He said.
"Dad, who is he?" I asked, and he fell silent for a long time, and I wondered how important Oliver Prize is that he needed some time to answer my question.
"Honey, I am sorry if I didn't tell you in advance, but Oliver is my best friend's son, and he is your new bodyguard." He said.
"What? Who told you I needed a bodyguard?" I asked.
"You have bodyguards, Victoria, since you were a little girl, but you don't see them, and you don't know them. You are my only child, and I needed to protect you." He said, and here we are again, and I felt goosebumps cover my entire skin when I heard my father's words. It was too much information for me, I didn't know I had bodyguards growing up, and it was okay because I hadn't known, but now, I couldn't believe I would have Oliver as my bodyguard.
"Dad, please don't do this. I don't need an arrogant bastard to watch over me 24/7, and why do I even need a bodyguard when I am turning eighteen soon?" I asked.
"Looked, Victoria, you have to listen to me, you needed Oliver, I can't explain everything to you right now, but I know you, Victoria, you will always be my charming little girl, so don't mess with him, okay?" He said.
"There are things that you don't know about this world, sweetheart, and that is why Oliver is there for you. You need him, Victoria, for your safety, and of course, Oliver Prize will play an important role in your life, more than you will ever know." He added, and before I could answer him, he said goodbye and ended the call, and I became more frustrated.
I got out of my room, and I was shocked to find Oliver coming out from the room across from mine wearing only his sweat pants. My mouth hung open when I looked at his six-packed toned body, and I couldn't believe I would be staring at him even if I wanted to run away; my feet remained footed on the ground as I gazed at his glorious torso.
"Loving what you see, Victoria? I am sorry, but you can never be my type, no matter how beautiful and hot you are." He said, and I felt my entire face turn crimson as I snapped back to reality, and his remarks made me feel so embarrassed that I turned away from him without a second glance reprimanding myself never to take a look at him ever again.
But I couldn't stop smiling as I realized he acknowledged I was beautiful and hot, and it felt different hearing those words coming from him. I couldn't deny how much I wanted Oliver to touch me and bring me into his arms, yet the way he told me I could never be his type made me madder at him. How could he tell it on my face? And I hated myself. Why did I gaze at him like that? And I know he assumed I like him, and I hate his cocky attitude even more, and the best thing I can do right now is to make him disappear.
I will do everything to make Oliver leave our mansion, no matter how handsome, attractive, and hot he is. I need to do something before I further humiliate myself by throwing myself at him because I can't deny it; he is the first guy who made me feel knots on my stomach and butterflies on my chest. I need to forget that hot kiss we shared to have a peaceful life again.