Hanging On A Thread

6. Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

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Yes. That is the one and only Travis Luca Bellmont right up there ^^ or to some readers to the right >>. He is the absolutely gorgeous, breathtaking, beautiful Sean O'Pry and I wrote the description of him before I even knew him so it just all fits and works :D. Anyway, over 100 views on this might seem like so little but it makes me so happy. Honestly, I look forward to writing all the time and now that we've gotten the fact that he's an heir to a fortune, I can really start writing ;)

Read on, lovely people :D .

His father is the CEO of Bellmont freaking Enterprises. I'm not sure how much that's worth but I've always heard of it being worth millions or billion of dollars. I've never cared too much for all that type of conversation, I wasn't to into business and all that jazz.

My mouth went dry. He was either lying or telling the truth. I swallowed the nonexistent spit in my mouth, attempting to speak but it was more like a 'Hmm?'.

He smiled a bit before clearing his throat signaling me to say something and when I didn't he spoke up,

"Listen, babe, this is usually a lot to take on for most girls, so if you want me to --"

This infuriated me! How dare he mock me and treat me like some fangirl that just can't help but drool over him and his daddy's money. If he thought I was gonna worship the ground he walked on he was highly mistaken.

"Listen, babe, I don't give a fûck about how much money you have behind you. And let's get one thing straight, I'm not just like 'most girls' that's gonna drop to their knees and worship you or your money. Who the fûck do you think you are the pope?! I--"

"I'm sorry. I didn't even mean it like that, of course you aren't like most girls and yes, I was a dick for it and calling you, babe. Im sorry, honestly." He pulled his eyebrows together, looking deeply sorry for what he said.

I paused for a seemingly endless amount of time before I spoke, just to study his face, searching for something genuine in his apology and I found it. Although, I knew he was being sincere I couldn't help but find something odd in what he said. The fact that he said I wasn't like most girls stirred something in me, so I acted on that thought.

"Ok," I started when he tried to say something but I cut him off, "but don't you EVER and I mean ever, if I ever even see you again, talk down to me like that. And how do you figure, I'm not like most girls, you don't even know me?"

He shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head a bit to the side, "I don't really know, myself to be honest, you just seem different. I can't quite put my finger on it, although if you'd let me, I wouldn't just put a finger on it. More along the lines of a hand or two.." he smirked.

"Cute, but no thanks. You think just because your daddy's got money I'm gonna fawn all over you? Well think again, 'cause --"

Suddenly a hand came slamming down on the counter, making an enormous sound resonate throughout. I jumped in fear and shock, his mood switch had just been flipped again, I wonder how far along he is?

"Don't!" He growled, dangerously low and scarily. "Don't...you ever talk about me like that, you don't even know me. I don't usually take this shit from anyone except my family and even then my siblings know not to push me! You've already assumed once and I haven't given you ANY reason to, other than the fact that I've flirted with you?! Wow what a dick I am, right? And --"

I cut him off," -- Wrong....I was wrong and it's my turn to apologize. I'm sorry I took it too far with the whole 'daddy--" he winced with anger and annoyance, "um, I mean father thing, it's just you pissed me off, y'know." I apologized.