Hey Pretty Stranger

・❥・ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ-5 Have we . . . what?

Sarah's pov 

I stood awestruck in front of the huge mansion slack-jawed with my eyes wide opened.

I turned to the driver and said, "Uh, I-I think we're on the wrong address. Can you please take me to Max's house? I mean I wouldn't need your help but I'm getting late and I don't have his address so. . ."

"We're on the right address, miss," the driver replied, "Young master told me to drop you here."

"What . . .?"

I had figured that he'd have a big house since he's famous in uni as a billionare but....this, this mansion, is fucking gigantic man. Did they plan to build a palace or something but ended up building a smaller version instead? 

"You're late by two minutes." A sudden voice behind me made me jump. I turned around and, for a moment, I felt like I couldn't breath.

Solid black shirt matched with trousers of the same colour contrasted his pale skin so much. But his dirty blonde hairs still had that somewhat messy look in them which made him look like he walked straight out of every girl's dreams.

Ha! Why am I not surprised? He's a freaking billionare for God's sake. 

I huffed. Sorry but your charms are not gonna work on me. I inwardly sticked out my tongue to him.

"Pardon me for being late, young master. The traffic took too long to move," the driver behind me bowed down a little.

Seriously? You're apologizing for being late by just two minutes? Two minutes?!!

"It's alright," Max said and extended his hand towards me.

I looked at his hand dumbly and then at his face. I had this look: What do you want me to do? Eat your hand?

His eyes hardened, "Take my hand."

"What? Why?"

His eyes hardened even more as a muscle in his jaw twitched but he somehow managed to pull a tight lipped smile on his lips and through gritted teeth said, "What's wrong, my love? Are you feeling shy to hold my hands?"

What the fuck is he...

Oh, I understood as I looked around. There were some servants standing at the entrance of the mansion and there was the driver too. I guess he wants me to play along as his fiancée.

"Not at all, sweetheart," I gagged inwardly as I said that and holded his hands. So cringey...

"Then I'm relaxed," he gave a sickeningly sweet smile to me as he led our way towards the mansion.

I suppressed the strong urge to roll my eyes at his drama. He should apply as an actor in movies or something. He'd get accepted at once.

"FINE, JUST STAB HIM WITH A KNIFE THEN!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the loud female voice I heard just as we entered the hallway and felt the hairs at the back of my neck standing up. S-s-s-stab with a knife? Am I in a serial killer's house or something? I was getting goosebumps all over.

I felt Max sigh beside me and he rubbed his temples. "Sister, we've got guests."

She turned around and God! Was I imagining things or there really was a goddess standing in front of me. She wore an oblique black one shoulder split side dress with a black clutch in her right hand. She had olive tan skin with raven hairs. Even the word 'gorgeous' would be a shame to her goddess like beauty.

I flinched as her piercing dark black eyes with flecks of gold reached me.

"I see," she said in a low voice, "Yeah I'll call you back." She hanged up the call and dropped the phone in her purse.