HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 41

Jennie

I rolled my eyes.

The girls smiled and greeted me before leaving the room and shutting the door behind me.

Nichkhun was still sprawled on the bed between those disgustingly expensive looking navy blue silk bed sheets. He looked everything like an aristocratic depraved lord of the manor that liked to dabble in liquor and women.

He rang for a maid who came scurrying into the room within minutes of being summoned and wheeled in a breakfast fit for a king. Must be nice to be so bloody wealthy, you could even hire people to keep your slippers by your feet.

Thankfully, he kept the silk sheets draped around his waist as he climbed to his feet to make his way to the bathroom. He turned around to look at me. "I'll be out in a few minutes, and you can have some of this food in the meantime. Gina always sends breakfast enough for a dozen."

He dropped the silk sheets before entering his bathroom, while giving me a full view of his posterior. I looked away instantly. I had reasons to believe that Nichkhun did that on purpose. The maid went back to work, making the bed, withdrawing the used sheets and replacing them with fresh ones, all the while ignoring me while I sat there, which suited me just fine, considering that I was in no mood for an idle chat.

Nichkhun walked out of the steaming bathroom moments later, dressed in denim jeans, with no shirt on. Jackson walked inside the room and began helping Nichkhun dress up. Only after he was completely dressed (most of the dressing done by the servants, I might add), did he sit down for breakfast.

I showed him the box with the wedding dress inside. "What's this!?" I demanded, while crossing my arms across my chest.

He sipped on his coffee, with his emerald eyes dancing with amusement. He found immense pleasure in seeing me in discomfort. "I'm sure that you have a perfectly capable pair of eyes that can distinguish what's inside the box, or have you turned blind in a matter of hours?"

His sarcasm was getting on my nerves. "Yes, Mr. Manoban, I have eyes to see what's inside the box, which is what I need your clarification for. Why am I being told that I will be married off to you by this evening? I don't remember agreeing to something like that."

He chuckled like he'd heard the best joke ever and picked from a bowl of fruit salad. "You should be happy that you'd be living every woman's dream. As you may have realised, you'll be married into our family, bearing our last name, which will bring nothing but privilege to you. You get to live in this mansion, enjoy the luxuries that the Manoban name will bring you, and in return, you are to only play the role of a dutiful and obedient wife. What I don't understand, Jen, is what's all this fuss is about?"

"I did not sign up for this!" I snapped at him. "I will not marry you... you... disgusting piece of..."

"If I were you, I'd watch that mouth before it runs off and causes more damage, damages that you will pay for, very dearly."

I was shaking and not with fear but my instinct to murder this man and I wanted to scream at him, maybe even take that fork from the tray in front of him and stab him with it. But I did no such thing as I remembered the torment that they had put me through, but I'd kill myself before I cry in front of Nichkhun and give him something else to derive sadistic pleasure from.

"Doesn't it matter to you what I want?" I asked.

"It doesn't." He said with indifference. "If you want, I can ask the guards to open the gates for you right now and you'll be out of here, completely free."

"You would?" I asked.

"Yes, you will be out of this mansion lying in a coffin." He smiled, "Though on the bright side, your anklet tracker comes off." He laughed, while spreading some butter over his toast.

That left me with little choice. Either I would marry Nichkhun or die. And I refused to die at the hands of this sick and demented family.

He was still smiling as he extended his hand towards me in an invitation. "Come closer."

I shook my head.

His eyebrow was raised in question, like I would dare say no to his request. He grasped my hand and pulled me towards him, and I landed right on his lap. I gasped and tried to get up, but he tightened his hold over my body.

Softly, he whispered in a silky voice, "Marrying me wouldn't be so bad. You'd love it, I promise." his fingers caressed my cheek, making my skin crawl. "I'm just thinking of all the things that I'd do to you once you're mine." He licked my earlobe.

I just sat there frozen, feeling like this was all a bad dream and hoping that I'd wake up. Suddenly, he pushed me off his lap gently and playfully swatted my ass. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my lovely fiancé, so I can go about my duties. I'll be looking forward to this evening."