Chapter two
I didn't even know what to do. I just continue to stare at the wicked face Dylan.
Just what exactly does he want from me?
"Hey, woman!" He says suddenly, jerking me out of my thought, "kiss my feet now before I make a mockery of you!"
There's one thing I didn't tell you about Declan. He's very arrogant and downgrading.
As far as you aren't up to his level, he could embarrass you.
If I don't do what he wants me to do, he will definitely embarrass me. And it might even cost me my job. I know what it took me before I could get my hands on the job. And even though it doesn't pay much, I still get to go home with some amount of money.
That's worth it
what should I do?
I sigh and think about my life. My life really isn't great. I don't have a good story to write home about. What will it do if I add another bad story to it?
I have no hope for the future. There's nothing that can come up again.
I kneel before him. He's a rich man. I'm sure his shoes look neater than I am.
I bend my head slowly towards his leg.
Almost to it, Declan moves his leg away from my face.
I look up at him now, confused and scared. Perhaps he has changed his mind. Is he just going to embarrass me and make me lose my job?
I don't want that.
I can do whatever he wants as long as it wouldn't cost me my job.
"Please Sir Declan. Please, I beg of you. Don't deprive me of my work. I will diligently listen to you and follow all you laid down for me."
He squats before me, 'sir Declan?" He chuckles and I wonder what's funny about all I've said.
Nevertheless, I didn't say anything as I watch him.
"What's your name?"
"Jayde," I whisper and look away quickly.
" You have a nice name and a nice accent. And well," he gets up, " A nice shape. Being from a low-status family must be like a curse to you," he brings out his hand sanitizer and throws it down in front of me, "I can make you clean if you will do my biddings."
What? I look up at him now, irritated. What does he mean by that?
I stand up slowly, still glaring at him.
He smiles, "I love your smile. Warm my bed and I will give you a million dollars," he says casually as if he just asked me how the weather was.
Is he kidding me? Is he insane?
"A million dollars can change your life overnight," he says again, with so much arrogant
I hiss and made to walk away but he held me again and this time, pull me closer to him.
My heartbeat quickened. I couldn't breathe, it seems like the world stopped moving.
Declan blinks once, then twice before he moves his head in. I wanted to recoil away but I was too shocked to even do anything.
I had to watch his lips land on mine. It was so fast anyway and I didn't expect it to coming
He moves with expertise, kissing me so swiftly as if his life depended on it. My heart beats doubled and it feels as though Declan can even hear it.
It feels so good. I don't know if it's because I have never been kissed or because rich guys are supposed to taste better. I mean I do hear ladies talk about how Declan tastes like. Some girls just want him to have them so they would boost about it. Having a dick like Declan's enter you is something some ladies go crazy for. Not me anyway, it all looks irritating.
I suddenly zoom out of the void I'm suspended in.
What! Declan just kissed me!
I push him away quickly. His breathing still felt hot on my lips. Damn! He tastes strawberry.
Damn! Have I gone mad? No! Has he gone insane?
Was he not cleaning his hands with a hand sanitizer the other time after he touched me? Why did he now kiss me?
There was a smirk at the corner of his face. He held his arm in akimbo as he watches me, "Tell me you didn't enjoy every bit of it."
I didn't talk, only stared. Have I forgotten so far that Declan is a skirt chaser?
I don't have any words to say to him. If I want to kill him, I would have done so. But I don't want to stress the matter. I don't want to think much about the situation.
I only want to get out of this funny situation before it gets any worst.
I made to walk again but he suddenly holds me back.
Fine!
That's the height of it! I can't take it any longer! I seriously can't!
I raise my hand swiftly and hit him across the face.
He put his palm across the reddish cheek, "Did you just slap me?"
I glare at him, "I will do it again if you so much try to stop me!" I raise my voice slightly; I feel so angry now. I don't want to think about anything, I just want to be Jayde but that doesn't mean someone can come and be doing my life as he wants.
It doesn't matter if I get sacked. I don't even care.
"I will make you pay Jayde. I will fire you for slapping me. I will make your life miserable," he smiles wickedly now, " I will make your life a living hell," he says and walk away.
I sigh and look away. I blink back the tears that have gathered in my eyes.
Whose fault is it that I'm in this kind of condition?
I can't even do things in peace. I have to worry about everything.
I am so tired. I run back to the restroom when I couldn't hold the tears any longer.
I am fed up with life itself. I am really. I can't even stop crying.
My name is Jayde Clinton and I will be twenty-five years next month.
And this is how miserable my life is