I drove back to the mansion while fuming in complete anger.
Ace is just a pain in the ass, and I think that the best way to avoid him is by ignoring him.
'No wonder he's disabled.' I course within me.
The only thing that I can do is to course inwardly because he's my employee, so I have no right to course him to his face.
"I would go and take my bath for now, and I advise that you change into something pleasant to the eyes ." He stated while rolling his wheelchair out of the car.
I rolled my eyes but didn't bother to say anything.
"I have to change your wardrobe today," Ace added.
"Am I going to be charged?" I question because I don't want a situation where my salary money becomes tampered with.
I have great plans for the money so I don't mind avoiding things that aren't necessary.
"Yeah! And besides you need to look presentable towards my parents." He explains.
The anger in me is about to erupt, but I'm still trying all my self-esteem, to act cool.
"I don't have money for fancy wear!" I force myself to say.
"But you are a girl, and you have to keep yourself sexy." Ace declared as he made his way towards the stairs.
I scuffed. "In case you aren't aware, I'm more than sexy, with or without fancy clothing." I boost while heading towards the kitchen. "I even have a lot of suitors that have all requested for my hand in marriage," I added.
I knew that my last statement wasn't appropriate but I still decided to tell him, so that he would become aware that I'm not an ugly bitch.
"Ohh! I see!" Ace mumbled without turning around to stare at me. "So why aren't you married?" He question.
I mess my hair for a little bit while thinking of what to say. "None of them offered me a contract, but the person I least expected became the one that I got married to," I said.
"Pfft! Remember that I'm the one who sent the contract to you, and I'm not the person you made vows with, at the church premises." Ace said, and his response was like a blow to my pretty face.
I grabbed a bottle of water and when I'm done drinking, I made my way to my room.
I changed my previous outfit and wore a blue jeans trouser.
I grab a white belly shirt that exposes a small part of my flat stomach.
Yeah! Sometimes I fancy boys' trousers because it makes me more comfortable.
I grabbed a black face cap and after putting on a black leather slippers, I made my way out of my room, only to bump into Ace.
"What?" I exclaim because he's the last person that I'm expecting to see.
"You look like a beggar in that clothing." Ace insulted.
I hate being picked by others but Ace's insult doesn't have any single effect on me… Well! Just a little.
"At least I'm not begging you," I stated, before crossing my hand around my waist. "What do you want?" I ask one more time.
"Nothing!" He quickly replied, before turning his wheelchair around to make his way downstairs.
I followed behind him, and on getting to the sitting room, I grabbed my waist bag, which is currently on the table.
"Are you seriously going to dress like that?" He questioned with a displeased expression.
"What's so bad with my dress code? Besides I'm leaving my life and not yours so it would be best if you stop giving me that judgemental look okay. And my clothes might seem like rags to you but they are the best I got so far, and I'm grateful." I declare before pausing for a while to calm myself down.
'Fuck calming down!' An inner voice whispered to me.
"These clothes look cheap but they still cover my nakedness. I might dress like a crazy bitch but deep down I'm hundred and one percent alright because I'm better than you." I added, but this time around I didn't shout like I had intended to.
"And in what way are you better than me?" Ace questioned, as he slightly arches his brow
I scuff, shaking my head sideways. "You are rich but it's obvious that you lack manners. You look down on me because of your position and just so you know... I see you as a disgusting freak."
"Me? A freak?" Ace questioned pointing at himself.
The conversation is already becoming so heated that I quietly wish that he just stops talking so that we can head to our so-called destination.
"Isn't that what you think I am? Or do you think I'm stupid not to see the eyes you use in staring at me? Like seriously! Do I disgust you because of my poor background? or are you disgusted because I'm not throwing myself on you?" I question arching my brow slightly
I didn't wait for him to reply before making my way out of the house.
Currently! I need a cool breeze to calm me down.
We are still in the middle of the day and I'm already exhausted.
His act in the car, the kiss in the elevator, and the hurtful words he said all kept on playing in my head.
Yeah! I'm aware that if I were to be the daughter of a billionaire, then I would have sued him for making me feel scared.
"But you aren't my type Natasha, and I just have a natural hatred for the poor." I heard Ace declare from afar.
It's stupid that he still defends himself.
"I'm glad to hear that," I mumble because I have calmed down a little bit. "But your fancy lifestyle is also fake so I'm still going to stand on the fact that I'm better than you!"
"I don't live a fake life, and try to be careful with your words young lady. I'm a mighty CE...."
"Bitch please!" I cut him off from completing his statement. "You are so fake that even China denies that they made you."
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Note! I have no hatred for China!