My Broken Billionaire

Chapter 3: Irritation Game

Isabella POV

The food came looking delicious as ever, gladly, the fake waitress girl didn't serve our food. It was a young teenage boy.

We are currently eating our scrumptious food in silence. Awkward silence, which feels like I am separate from my skin, like it's not even protecting me. Right now, I'm wishing that the ground will open up and swallow me for good. We can only dream. My conscience remarks, but I ignore it, it talks rubbish all the time. Just like last time, my cousin came over a year ago, he was talking to me about my mother and I snapped at him because my conscience was driving me mad.

Nikolas doesn't even glance at me when eating. He's just eating like a gentleman, as usual. I watch him polish his plate off, this man must've been hungry, damn.

" Shall we go, now? "  Nikolas asks me, after piling our plates up in the middle of the table.

I secure my bag on my shoulder and nod, ready to go back to the office. " If you work hard enough today, I can pay you $600 at the end of the day." 

That's nice, but it means I have to work extra hard for me to earn that. Well, at least you got a job.

" Okay. Thanks, Nikolas."  He just nods his head and pays for the bill.

He doesn't even bother waiting for me after he walks away. B*stard! Does he not have any respect for women? I trudge outside and the black car is nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? Should I be scared? Shall I walk to the office? It would be better to call him, wouldn't it? I pull out my phone and press on his contact to call him. Yes, he put his number into my phone incase anything happens. It's not like he cares, anyway, he couldn't care less about me.

He doesn't answer his phone after a few calls, so I shove my phone in my pocket and catch a cab. If you're wondering how I mangaed to pay for the cab, then please don't be pathetic, I am not completely broke. Father didn't give me the money at all, I earnt it from washing my neighbour's car, which was really good. Father doesn't pay attention to me anymore, he forces me to do the house chores and he doesn't even tell me when I need to cook. He just begins to be abusive and starts going on a rant about how useless I am. It really hurts. Especially if it comes from my father, he used to love me so much...now it's all gone. Thrown into the bin, like a piece of trash.

I hop out of the cab and stride into the Main Room. My skin is starting to feel sweat because of the baking heat, but this whole company is making it worse. I walk to the back of the room, where the recpetionist's desk is situated.

The woman lifts up her glasses, squinting her eyes to see me, " Isabella Williamson, darling? "  She asks me, sweetly.

I nod, " Yes, Helen,"  I read her badge.

Helen points down the corridor to my right, " Walk down that corridor and then take a left, Mr. Taptiklis' office is there." 

My hand automatically reaches out to her, " Thank you so much, Helen. I hope to see you again."

  She nods, a giddy smile engraved in her face, " Oh, of course. Maybe we could exchange numbers? " 

I can't say no to that, I mean, she's a caring woman just like my mother.

" Yes, here you go..."  I scribble down my number on a torn piece of paper, while she does the same with her number.

" Thank you, Helen. Bye! " 

We hand each other the numbers. As I walk down the blank corridor, she waves at me, and I gladly return the favour by waving back. Yeah, she is like my mother. Sweet, kind and caring, but nobody can be as amazing as my mother. Nobody.

When I reach is door, I knock ever so lightly, hoping I don't disturb anything. My knock are hardly audible because of my reluctance of stepping foot in the office of Nikolas Taptiklis. He hears me, though, the jerk has good hearing.

A frown instantly appears on his face, " You're late. I want you to start on your work or you'll be here until the morning." 

Is he serious? Does he not know that he left me on the sidewalk? Does he not have any respect for anyone, for women? Stubborn butt head. " Are you kidding me? You left me on the sidewalk of some random street, Nikolas, and now you expect me to work without an apology coming from your mouth? "

Nikolas sits back in his leather seat, calmly, he begins, " All my life, I haven't been treating people with respect. Why would I change now? People treat me with respect, but I don't treat them like that, it's always been like that. Nothing can change that and nothing ever will. So I will continue my ways, but I don't want you interferring with it. Okay, Isabella? Remember, I am no gentleman." 

Of course, I knew that the second I met him. He's arrogant, stubborn and demanding, just like my father.

Nikolas sits there, rubbing his jaw with his large thumb, staring at the pile of papers on his desk.

I stand stable in front of him, ready to talk, "You're arrogant. ARROGANT! Just because you're rich, doesn't mean you treat people like sh*t! Where did you get that idea from?! There may be something loose in you're head if you're thinking this way, but you know what it is? It's all the money, all the fame and all the attention. That's what makes you all muddled and puzzled. Think about it."

Nikolas' long arm snakes around my slim waist, pulling me close to him.

His head is level with my ear, I can feel his hot breath blanketing my skin, "Welcome to the irritation game, Bells."

#Ash

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