The man threw her a very long look, whereas his guards gaped with wide eyes at the lady's boldness. "Did you hit your head while you hid behind that car?" His insult felt like a lightning strike.
Yet, the lady endured, without shame. "No." She answered.
"Good." The tall man deadpanned with a frown. "Go home." It felt like he was shooing a child away, from taking her candy. He was already taking his leave, when she called behind him, again!
"Please, let's get married!" The girl begged; her eyes shut close, as she held her frosty breathe in the cold garage. Some minutes had passed by without an answer from the man who had his back to her.
"Go home." And just like that, he headed for his ride with his guards right behind him. His words sounded more like an advice than a warning. Navier finally let go of the breathe she held for so long; utterly disappointed.
Although she wasn't surprised, I mean, if he could turn down a famous actress in a cold garage, who was she that he couldn't reject? It felt like even if she was the president's daughter, he would still turn her down.
But Navier wasn't used to these kind of things; she was a sheltered daughter, who has never even dated in her entire twenty-two years of existence, so of course rejection was not a normal thing for her.
"..." she helplessly watched as the man drew further away from her sight; she clenched her fists in determination. Not knowing what had possessed her, as she dashed right after him.
"I won't ask for it!" She suddenly shouted; a little inches behind the man who had turned really annoyed by her persistent nature.
He stopped once again for the fourth time, or so; he had lost count. "Ask for what?" He slightly threw her a look over his shoulder.
"Your love." She said, not looking at him this time.
"What?" The man finally turned to stare at the little bunny that stood before him. He was really turning impatient, and it seems like she had that effect on him.
"Isn't that the reason why you broke up with Vivian Torres?" She meekly asked; glancing elsewhere apart from his direction.
"It had to do with a contract, right?" She asked again, but his silence answered her questions. "If so then, I would like to sign it too." She offered, and he gave her an amused look.
Finally he walked up to her small frame, she still had her head bowed; not making eye contact. His hand rose; approaching her, and the timid lady flinched with her eyes tightly clasped shut.
He lightly chuckled seeing her reaction.
'She's flinching from just a mere hand gesture? What would happen if we were to be in a contractual relationship?' The thought amused him, as his eyes scrutinized the petite figure before him; she looked so small and thin, that only his palm would cover up her entire neck.
He grabbed a long strand of her dark locks; slightly playing with it, a smirk on his face. Navier, whose eyes finally fluttered open, since she didn't receive the action she had anticipated, let out a gasp as her eyes came in contact with that of the man before her.
"Orange." He mumbled out, staring at the hair he had twirled around his index. "Tell me something." Finally his eyes locked with hers, and due to the closeness, the girl held her breathe, as her heartbeat hammered madly in her chest; clouding her ears.
"Why do you want this contract so badly, hmm?" He inquired, but continued without letting her answer. "Do you even know what you're asking for?" His eyes were like red siren lights, ready to swallow her whole.
"Young girls like you should quit looking for trouble." He let go of the hair he was fondling with, to stand in his tall glory. It was a sign that this was her last chance at leaving, but the girl's retortion surprised him.
"I'm twenty-two years old, you don't have to worry about me. I can perfectly take care of myself." She defended; more confident than a few minutes ago. It was like he was seeing another version of the lady, than the timid, frightened one he had witnessed.
He was trying to frighten her into giving up, but his plans seemed to have been an absolute failure, because that wasn't the expression he had expected to coax out of her. He chuckled; clearly amused by her. She was interesting.
"I wasn't talking about you." He corrected, "I can make your life really miserable if you stay with me." The man sternly warned, again.
"Are you still sure about this?" He dangerously tilted his head to the left, as he stared down at her. Navier's mind was already made up, there was no going back for her.
"I can take it." She confirmed; looking straight into his eyes without flinching. 'I need this.'
He smiled; showing off his pearly white teeth. "Is that so?" He taunted, "Its a shame that you're not my type though." His eyes scanned her from top to bottom.
'Huh?!' The girl threw him an unbelievable look. "What? Why?" She clearly could not understand him.
It was now his turn to throw her an amused look, "Hmm, let's see." He hummed, as his eyes scanned her agian. "Your short, your thin, and you have low self esteem." Deadpanned the man.
"Huh? Okay then, what is your type?" She curiously asked, not taking offence, which he noticed.
"Vanessa Torres." Was his short reply, as he patted her hair; ready to finally leave the place.