•• OLIVIA ••
"Maverick Anderson?" I freaked out when I heard my father's outrageous words. How could he make such an important decision in my life without my consent?
My breath hitched in my throat as I struggled to find an appropriate word to speak because my mouth was going to be really disrespectful. Walking close, I repeated, "Father, do you know who you are talking about, right? Mr Maverick Anderson is older than you. He's of my grandfather's age!"
"I know very well but age is just a number. I have decided and now it's final. You are getting married to him by tomorrow," my father slapped those harsh words at my face without even flinching.
Unable to contain my frustration, I clashed, "No. I will never agree to marry him. H-He's a 60 years old man. Are you practically selling me to him, father?"
"Try to be understanding, my lovely daughter," my father caressed my face in gentle reminder, "I urgently need money to fund my upcoming election rallies. Mr. Maverick has agreed to pay me a huge amount on one condition."
He leaned close to my right ear and whispered coldly, "He wants you as his wife. Worry not, you'll be free after 3 years."
I couldn't understand his confusing words until Alex, my father's secretary, tossed the contract marriage documents before me. Panicking , I picked up the document papers from the table and read them carefully. My fingers went numb, my breathing slowed and my eyes filled with tears.
It wasn't just a contract marriage document but a deal between my father and Mr Maverick. He was technically buying me for an unimaginable amount of money and my father had already put his signature on it.
"Enough with your emotional drama," my father thundered as he extended his pen towards me.
"Hurry up and put your signature on it. I don't have a whole day for this."
"H-How could you do this to me?" I stammered, suppressing my growing rage against him while tears rolled down my cheeks, betraying my very emotions.
"I'm your daughter in case you must have forgotten. Marriage is not a trade for me and I'll never become part of it, even if it's for your career's sake!" I scowled, squeezing my fingertips onto the document papers and turned back to leave.
That very second, he dropped his final ace card, "Not even for your sick mother?"
My feet stopped midway , giving him the confidence to manipulate me once again.
"I was wondering how long she will be in coma? I can't keep paying her hospital bills with my current financial situation."
I clenched my fists and swallowed my pride, I turned back to face him. Face his notorious expressions, the cunning smile he had on his face as he watched me being helpless. Inhaling deeply, I took the pen from his hand and signed on the document papers.
"Excellent. That's how you should be," he chuckled, snatching the papers from me, "obedient and understanding. Now, pack your belongings."
"The flight is tomorrow morning," he said before leaving my room with his secretary.
The doors closed at my face and as always I was shown my place. Since my childhood, I have never disobeyed my father, listened to whatever he has planned for me.
How could I not? He was keeping my mother hostage, and ever since I completed my studies, he has grounded me in this soulless mansion. Even when I became bold and tried to get out, his bodyguards followed me like spies. Reporting my every move to him.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really his daughter or some kind of prey that he wants to keep under his predatory claws.
"Enough!" I got up and rummaged through my closet, and took out a black cloak.
I know why that creepy oldman want to marry me! He must have fetish for marrying young virgin women and breaking them to his heart's content.
"But I'll not let him have his way with me. I can't have my first time with some old grandpa," I murmured under my breath as I put on the cloak and covered my head with its hood.
I had enough playing the good daughter of the man who only views me as a high quality product. Even though I'm sheltered, and fragile, I have something I desire.
I took out my phone and texted my best friend to find the top gigolo for me. She works in clubs and might know some of the best gigolo around. Without delaying further, I climbed out of the balcony through the rope and distinguished myself as the mansion's maid.
Fortunately I managed to escape and took the cab to the nearby Night Clubhouse. Upon arriving, I was speechless to see everyone making out with each other.
My hands instinctively covered my face, it was a completely different sight for me. I even questioned myself if it was okay to cross the line my father has drawn for me.
"Relax, Olivia. It's okay to go clubbing, you are an adult," I said to myself as I ventured into the crowd and stopped at the beverage counter.
"What would you like to have, ma'am?" The bartender politely asked, increasing my awkwardness again.
"Um, anything is fine."
I shouldn't have said that. He actually gave me two shots of whiskey and smiled, "You must be waiting for your partner, right ma'am?"
I had no reply other than nodding my head shyly. I waited for about an hour, checking my phone in between for my friend's text.
While my bewildered eyes searched through the crowd of men and women as the minute hand in my wrist watch ticks. I gulped another shot of whiskey and got up from the chair, my feet stammering backwards when I tried walking forward.
"Ma'am, you haven't paid for the drinks yet," the bartender politely informed me and I turned back in such a rush that my balance broke and I was about to crash to the floor.
That very second a dominant arm grasped my waist and pulled me up. My face bumped against his hard chest and my body squeezed in his protective embrace.
"Are you looking for someone, young lady?" The man's husky deep voice resonated in my ears and even though I was heavily drunk, I felt a silvery sensation running down my spine.
I lifted my face and oh my god. My eyes grew bigger in disbelief and admiration.
He was tall, muscular and most importantly his striking facial features gave him an aura of a dominant boss. His shoulder- length hair was tied in a bun and his charcoal grey eyes gazed at me sharply as if he was trying to look into my soul.
"Excuse me! Hello?" The man waved his hand before my face and I realised that I had been staring at him for a little too long.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders thinking that he must be the gigolo my best friend hired for me.
"You. I'm looking for you," I answered as seductively as I could and pecked softly on his right cheek, "you made me wait for an hour!"
"Really?" The man raised his left eyebrow and asked, "and why were you waiting for me?"
"To spend the night with you," I replied, sanity leaving my body as his grip on my waist tightens.
Playful smile crawled on his emotionless face as he nodded, "I see." He then turns back and throws his card at the bartender, "her drinks are on me. Make the payment and hand over the card to me..."
I didn't pay attention to his further conversation with the bartender because of my sudden dizziness. Suddenly he scoops me up in bridal style and brings me to one of the Clubhouse's VIP rooms and throws me on the soft mattress of the bed.
He takes off his coat and unbuttones his shirt, revealing his sexy abs and tattooed chest. He then ripped off my cloak and pulled off my mini dress, which I purposely wore for tonight. Leaving me only in red lingerie and stockings.
"Are you sure you won't regret this?" He asked before unbuckling his pants' belt.