CHAPTER SEVEN | GRACE TO GRASS
AMANDA WRIGHT
There is only one option left for me, and I'll gratefully do it.
Heading back to Timothy Anderson's mansion in the evening, I'm happy to see that he is home.
I don't give myself the chance to back out before rushing to him and going on my knees. "Will you marry me, Timothy Anderson?"
Startled, he looks to his left, right and back thinking I might be talking to someone else. "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes."
He silently watches me with a smirk on his handsome face waiting for me to explain myself.
Before I know it, I start rambling. "Please, marry me. I know I rejected you at first but that was only because I was blinded by love and couldn't differentiate good from bad. I genuinely thought Marcus was the best for me and you would be the worst thing that would happen in my life if I ever got married to you. If I knew you are this good looking, I wouldn't have thought twice before taking the chance to marry you. It is not everyday one gets the chance to marry an angelic devil with bad manners. I promise to be a good trophy wife who will do anything you want. I'll just sit still and look pretty. I'll be your good girl, I'll be anything you want me to be, just accept my proposal."
"And why the fuck would I accept your proposal? Especially since you rejected mine and went against your parents instructions." He asks, his smirk growing wider.
I rack my head for any reasonable reason I can use to lure him into marrying me but come out empty brained. The only reason I can think of is the fact that he needs the partnership with our company and I use it.
"Because it'll make you wealthier. Think about it, your business and my family's business coming together would obviously bring the best positive results. You'll move from a multibillionaire to one of the top ten richest men in America. You'll become an unstoppable force, no one would be able to question your authority. You'll be able to afford anything you want in this world. Doesn't it sound wonderful?"
Damn! I am extremely good at persuading people with obvious lies. I really should have studied literature like I initially wanted to. I can only hope he'll fall for it.
"Sorry to burst your bubble princess, I'm already one of the top three richest men in America. I already partnered with your rival company which means I won't be needing your family's business again. Give me a better reason why I should marry you."
Think…think…think! I need to fucking think. If he rejects me and kicks me out of his mansion, I don't know what I'll do with myself. No one wants to give me a job probably because of the article that said I lost my senses or my parents work. I can't live on the streets. I can't even survive a day as a homeless person. I don't want to suffer.
I try my luck again. "Marry me because I'm extremely beautiful and sexy. I'm good in bed too."
The resounding laughter that comes out of his mouth immediately as the word drops from my stupid mouth makes me wish the ground would just open up and swallow me. His mocking laughter was enough to make the most beautiful girl in the world feel uglier than the ugliest. The laughter would make anyone who looks in the mirror see a creature that could only be described as an amalgamation of all the ugliest parts of nature, with a nose like a potato, ears like radishes, and a mouth that was more gummy than a package of Bubble Yum.
He continues laughing so hard while I self-consciously analyse myself. Am I really so ugly that calling myself beautiful makes him crack up this much?
Wait! What the fuck am I thinking? I know I am not ugly, I'm sure I'm above average when it comes to beauty. He must be laughing because he has seen the most beautiful girls in the world and therefore doesn't see someone like me as beautiful. I am not surprised though, with a body as hot as that and a face as good as that, he will be able to get any girl he wants from any part of the world. Hell, I'm sure aliens would fall in love with his looks too. I wish he would fix his attitude though, it's a big turn off for me.
"Are you done now?" I ask as his laughter slowly subsides.
He starts again, as if my words were a cue for him to continue laughing. "You…you…you…oh my goodness!"
He is unable to finish his sentence because of the intensity of his laughter and I bow my head in shame due to the level of my embarrassment at his reaction to my words.
"Will you marry me or not, you asshole?" I say, my pleading tone transforming into a one full of anger and pride before I stop myself.
I will not stoop too low by letting any man, no matter how handsome or kind he is, make me feel less than I am worth. I may not be the prettiest woman out there but I know my worth and I am not afraid of putting anyone who thinks I'm less than I am back to his or her place.
"Like I was saying, you should marry me because I am extremely pretty, I have the body every man wants to see naked, the attitude and manners of a good wife, the patience of a reader waiting for the next chapter of his or her favourite book to be released, and the smile of a fairy. Marry me so that you can proudly show the world you have a gem as a wife." I proudly say as I slowly rise from my kneeling position.
He stops laughing and stares into my eyes deeply. "I am glad you are very confident, it is cute that you know your worth and you are always ready to say it. But the problem is that I don't need a wife anymore. I never needed a wife actually, I only needed the merging and your stepmother insisted that the only way that would happen is if I agree to get married to you. I don't need your family's business anymore like I told you earlier, which means that I won't have to put up with a confident spoilt brat like you as a wife. You can see yourself out of my home now."
Fucking rude bastard! How dare he reject my proposal. The fool doesn't know what he is missing in a woman.
My pride, which has been stepped on, used in mopping the dirtiest ground, used to clean a toilet and almost flushed down the toilet couldn't withstand the shame anymore and wanted to leave immediately, and I didn't hesitate to do so and give him the middle finger too. On my way out, my brain reminded me that my pride won't feed me, cloth me, and give me shelter and that this was the only person that has helped me so far and might still help me. So, I apologise to the rest of my pride that has been reduced from the size of an ant to an elephant before flushing it down the toilet finally. At this crucial stage of my life, my pride would do more harm than good.
Walking back into the mansion, I don't see Tim where he was before so I head to the kitchen where I see him talking to a lady.
He notices me and pauses his conversation. "What are you still doing here, Amanda? I told you I don't want you, or wasn't I clear enough?"
"Trust me, you were more than clear but I just want you to give me a chance. I can be your girlfriend for the meantime until you see how great of a person I am and decide that you want to wife me up."
'Or until I find a job and get the hell out of this house filled with your pride and annoying arrogance.' I finish in my head.
"Why are you so desperate? I know you don't want me and you can barely stand my guts. Why the sudden change of attitude? You also can't be stupid enough to think I am actually falling for you fake kindness and false praise. What exactly do you need from me?"
Since there's no reason to lie and pretend again, I tell him the truth. "My parents kicked me out because of my disobedience and the shame I brought to them. My best friend is a bitch and wouldn't help me. My relatives are in support of my dad's decision, unknowingly to them, that he is being controlled by my evil stepmother. I tried getting a job but no one is willing to hire me even at the worst possible place and I think it's either due to the article or my parents influence. In conclusion, I have nowhere to stay, and no one is willing to go against my parents and help me. You're my last hope and that's why we are here."
I sigh once I finish explaining everything to him. Heaven knows I am fucking exhausted.
"You could have just said that instead of beating around the bush and forcing yourself to do what you don't want to do?"
I stay silent with my head bent, hoping he'll help me.
"I don't need a wife, but I do need a maid." He turns to the girl he was speaking to earlier. "You are fired, Karen. Get out of my home this instance."
The turn he used on the poor lady makes me flinch and shift back.
"You are my maid now. You can stay in the guest room, we'll discuss your payment tomorrow morning. I have coffee first thing in the morning and my breakfast must be ready before I leave for work. The house must always be sparkling clean with everything dusted, mopped or washed. You have the weekend off. You will accompany me whenever I need to travel and stay for a long time. Don't come into my room no matter what happens. Goodluck."
I am left standing there, my mouth wide open due to the shock of the turn of events. Who would have thought that a billionaire heiress would turn into a maid in two days.
Talk about falling from grace to grass.