Darya

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                    Chapter 4

Darya's POV
   

Waking up to see my self in the same room I dreaded been. "What the hell am I wearing", I said standing up, looking at the mirror I saw my self wearing a short black dress.

"Baby are you up?, I hope you enjoyed your sleep.... " his voice beamed across the room making me turn.

"Just tell me! Why the fuck am I in your house again, I thought i told you I don't want to see you again", I asked him angrily. Am so pissed, and annoyed am fucking talking to him and he's just sitting there not minding what am saying, drinking his fucking coffee....

"Well if you must know", I heard him say while dropping his tea cup, "I want to keep you around my dear future wife, since I couldn't get to you back in Russian after running away...." he continued with his husky voice,

"And dearest my business is in the line, and I need you to get to where I want to be.... you can't just run off like that..." I looked at him lighting a cigar. So annoying! "So I had to do what I know how to do best by looking for you my love!" He continued sternly.

This man is saying gibberish literally, it's not like he is even interested in me so why the fuck does he want to destroy my life with getting married to his sorry ass. I stood there looking at him sitting right across me in his huge bedroom,  clearing my throat.

"Uhm I really don't know what you need to hear, but all I have to say is please take me back to Laura's, she might be looking for me, who knows!" Is he even listening to me, he just keep getting on my nerve.

"Baby, stop worrying yourself about little things, your friend isn't worried cause I have taken care of her, (what does he mean by that) your only worries should be me!". "Do you understand me principessa?".

Now he is becoming very rude, I just strolled towards him and smiled at him cheerfully, "honey pie, there's no need being rude, am getting your point. You want me to get married to you right?!",

"RIGHT!" He answered evenly dropping his cigar

"And you think getting married to me will help you with your business? Hmmm okay am cool with it, uhm can I get something down stairs?".

"Haha how smart are you, I know you're thinking of running away again, just like you've been doing your whole life"

(yeah that's true but hearing it from him got me really angry, he shouldn't rub it on my face like dat! I mean I have every fucking right to run away), angrily staring at him... Mr.fuckface (where did that come from Darya lol)

"You don't know any fucking thing about me, so you'd better keep shut and mind your goddamn business"

"Oh I know more than what you think I do"

"Like what!?" I asked sternly.

"You don't want me telling you darling so just sitdown and wait for me to get the contracts for us to sign get that!?"

"Fucking bastard!" I cursed out loud.

Pedro's POV

"How can she be so tough and stubborn at the same time, i've never thought of her to be this disturb", I said to myself while walking down the hallway.