CHAPTER THREE
Ariel's POV
My hands wiped the tears that kept spilling when I left her ward. Walking out of the hospital entrance quickly so I don't let the emotions that come with this place ruin my day, rock-hard chest bumps into me. I fall to the ground and my eyes catch the darkest raven black hair, gray-blue eyes, hard jawline with a muscular build that would have girls lovesick and screaming their heart out in wanton lust.
And in the process, steps on my toes and I'm sure must have caused an injury from the bad sting.
The pain shoots through my brains, and I could see red stars and blinding lights at the same time as my head spun.
"Ouch, oooh!" I groaned as I tried using my hands to massage my hurting toes. I watch him walk away majestically without care for what he has done.
No apology? He couldn't help me off the floor? What the hell! I got upset and limped after him and when I caught up with his pace. I tapped at his shoulders, and he turned him to face me with his phone pressed to his ear.
"I'd call you back." He muttered over the phone and hung up.
Did I hear him speak? I forgot my hurting leg for a minute as his sultry voice made my heart jump.
Whoa! He seems to be rich. I could see his expensive clothes, scent his expensive cologne, and the diamond wristwatch on his wrist.
I sent him a smile and before I could explain why I tapped him, and what his actions had done he snarled at me.
"Get your hands off my shoulders you poverty-stricken piece of shit!" He snarled with gritted teeth as his eyes scrutinized me with a disgusting look.
That infuriates me to the core as I take a look at my clothes. I was dressed in a simple hoodie and joggers with my trainers (running shoes).
My brunette hair was packed in a tight ponytail and my face looked pale with sunken eyes and dark circles encircling around it. I looked like a ghost.
"If you want alms go over to the gate and beg you shouldn't devise cheap means to steal from my personality. Dumb bitches!" He seethes and pressed some digits on his phone.
Who the hell is the proud motherfucker? The King of England? Even if he was, so we should be trampled under his feet?
His words cut through me like a knife. I've never been insulted in this manner in my entire life.
"Bitch? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? When did I ask you for alms? You bumped into me and not only that stepped on my toes. I wouldn't run after you if you acted like a gentleman rather than an egoistic jerk and apologized. How hard is it for you to say sorry?" I retorted, staring back at him. I was angry at him for bumping into me, angry at my ill-luck for getting into an ugly incident, angry at myself for the delay in getting to the event.
His fingers went through his neatly styled raven hair and ruffled it as he bit his inner cheek.
He leaned closer to an extent his blue orbs were staring intently at my honey brown eyes and he smirked. "You have no right to question me, you should be glad I stepped on someone from your class. I'm the villain your favorite romance novel warned you about."
My blood boiled, as my fists clenched at the sides and I wanted to deliver deadly blows to that handsome face of his till it's ruined and looked swollen.
Did I call the arrogant jerk Handsome? Well, he is extremely handsome with a dirty attitude which is a total turnoff.
"Listen to me and listen well I won't take nonsense from you even if you're the President! I deserve an apology and you better be quick about it or else…" I responded with fury.
"Hahahaha.." He licked his bottom lip seductively and took a menacing step towards me and I stepped back till my back hit the hospital wall and I shuddered. I gulped when I noticed I let him get to win, while I rant like a toothless bulldog.
He placed his hands to the walls as he cornered me with a proud smirk. "What can a lowlife like you do to me? Tell me the best you got in your sleeves?"
He roamed his eyes over my petite frame.
His face moved from my eyes, cheek, lips and flickers on my breasts hidden under the oversized hoodie and back to my face. "I'm not of those men willing to fuck that tiny pussy of yours. You're not my class." He added and pulled my hair down, letting it fall all over my face.
Did he just call me a whore?
"I wanna break your toes for your disrespect! I don't care if you're rich or perhaps powerful that doesn't give you the fucking right, for you to hurt people and do whatever stupid shenanigans and walk away with no care for your barbaric action!"
I screamed at him, tightening my fists to a ball. If wishes were horses I would have delivered deadly blows to his proud face. He looked stronger, his muscular build and strong arms made me shake in fear inside.
"I bet you didn't say that." He looked at me amazed at my courage clenching his jaws.
"I did!" I leaned closer to him, fisting my hands tightly and watched him smile in amusement.
Does this look like a joke to him? What the hell! My eyes moved to his hands and I knew what to do.
I snatched his phone and smashed it across the wall as it shattered to the ground with a loud thud that made others turn with shock written on their faces.
He thinks he can say anything because he feels I'm below his class.
I hate disrespect and value courtesy. My financial situation doesn't affect how I should be treated or treat others. I'm not a weakling, I've been looking after Mother and my little brother since I was fourteen.
If he had shown concern and apologised.
I would have understood it was just an accident. No one is above mistakes and simply walk away without creating a fuse about it. But getting to the man in the picture was a distasteful human! He's a proud and egocentric peacock who thinks his expensive and handsome looks will make me shy away in fear and kiss his distasteful ass.
I left him standing there bewildered and enraged with his phone shattered to the floor as I walked out triumphant and elated.
He got a befitting punishment!