Stylish, sassy and feisty

Chapter 3 - ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘

I headed home in my car and went straight to my room. I changed into my black bra and grey shorts pulling my hair into a bun and head to bed to get my luxurious sleep. 

The next morning, I got up and headed for the shower and changed into a a khaki green top with a black skirt outlining all of my curves. I topped it off with a dark grey blazer and black heels. I put my phone and keys in my purse slipping four guns onto my body. Like my father says 'You're never too safe'. I got into the car and headed over to the Martinez Headquarter for my meeting. 

It was a gorgeous building filled with elegance top to bottom no doubt. 

'Hi. Welcome to the Martinez Headquarter. How can I help you today?' said the man at the front desk.

'I have a meeting about buying land.'

'Ok. Can I have the your details?'

'Reina Clementine Romano.'

'Alright, head on over there.'

I sat down on a black chair in the corridor. After a couple of moments, a woman approached me.

'Mr. Martinez will see you now.' she said.

 I got up and headed towards the door and knocked on it. A disembodied dead smoky voice said 'Come in.' 

I walked in and closed the door and made my way to the chair that was in front of him. I felt his eyes trailing me the whole way. Only when I sat down, I had a moment to study him.

 I looked into his his burning red eyes that could pierce through me. Emotionless like he simply did not give one fuck. The sort that made you recoil by simply standing in his presence. He had a sharp jawbone that looked as if it could cut my skin if i were to trace it. He had jet black haired which was curly giving him a more elegant touch. Quite a handsome man if I might say.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts.

'Ms. Romano, you done staring me or do you want more time?' he asked with a straight face with his red eyes looking at me directly.

'You say that as if you eyes don't trail on my own body. Why don't we get on with me buying the land?'.

'Pardon you.' he stated.

'I'm sorry.  I didn't realise you were hard of hearing. I said I F   Y O U    W A N T     M E       TO      BE      OUT       O F        Y O U R            U  G  L  Y        H  A  I  R ,  W E      S H O U L D       P R O B A B L Y       G E T      O N     W I T H        T H E       W O  R  K.'  I said. 

He stared at me in disbelief. Silence fell on us. 

'You know what, never mind I will just email you instead.' I said standing up. 'Not like I needed this.' 

And just like that I left the room.

What a hideously sexy man! Judging by the look that was on his fact, I'm guessing that no one has stood up to him before.

Anyways I have better things to be doing than dealing with that jackass.

Like the 893 missed calls from my dad.

Best to pick it up before he dies of a heart attack.

'Hi.....'

'REINA CLEMENTINE ROMANO. I TOLD YOU TO NOT GET THAT PLANE OR ANYWHERE NEAR WHERE YOU ARE. WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN? YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO YOUR WISE FATH-'

'IS THAT MY BABYY.?' I heard my mum screaming from across the phone.

'How have you been baby?'

'I'm good ma, you?' I replied.

'I'm good. I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls.'

'Yeah Yeah.'

The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men.

Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually i was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory.

'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

Of course I had to make a fake name no one could find out. Once he put my hand I looked into the crowd, and found myself staring into a pair of red eyes. It was him