Cupcake & I

35

pov : aira

"I can do it," I assured Oliver whose eyebrows furrowed a little. "Don't worry," I whispered and kissed his cheek.

As I said, Damsel's got a uterus.

He gave me one last glance and turned around the corner. Once he was gone, the air around me shifted. I felt unprotected all of a sudden. The warmth was gone and all there was left was cold. The coldness of the stare that the lady in front of me was giving.

How did I end up in this situation? Well, as Oliver led me out of the room after the discussion about the 'kissing deal'. We were face to face with her and Oliver started the conversation in a friendly tone. But, the conversation got heated too quickly and I broke it before it gets out of hand. This woman who is currently enjoying glaring daggers at me is the most vicious woman I have ever met in my entire life.

The woman who was the reason for every single problem in my life. The woman who wants to shut down my beloved's Mother's company. The woman who I hate the most in this entire universe.

The one and the only, Mrs Randa Vilary.

Her soft and kind expression changed in an instant once Oliver left. She gave me a smug smirk and her lips twisted in a light scowl when she looked at the beautiful and perfect ring on my finger. She is old but fighting it every step of the way. Her hair is blonde and the white skin of her face looks too tight. Her lips have been fattened and her eyelashes are false. What she can't hide is the redistribution of her body fat. Even with countless hours of hot yoga, her waist was thicker and her stomach more relaxed. She was at the point that the more effort she made to appear youthful the worse she would look.

"I am out of your life. Why are you still bothering me?" I asked. "Give Mrs. Hale's company back. Stop whatever you are doing." I demanded, inching closer to her face and she glared back, fuming.

"But I need my slutty maid back. There is no one to do my household chores anymore." She said sarcastically and pouted her lips.

"I am a slut? Then what are you? A volunteer prostitute?" I asked angrily.

"You dare insult me when I had planned an amazing wedding for you, a wedding of every woman's dream. And you escaped the wedding like a volunteer prostitute, saying some fake excuse. You stupid gold digger." She deadpanned.

Please make this idiot shut the fuck up before I lose my shit and burn this mother fucker to the ground. A wedding of every woman's dream? Oh please — It was the shittiest wedding with the shittiest person who I barely knew of.

"You planned the 'amazing wedding' for a few hundred bucks remember that? You sold me for money. Who's the gold digger now?" I asked.

"Stop hiding behind sarcasm." She scowled nastily, making her look even uglier.

"I hide behind sarcasm because telling you to go fuck yourself would be considered rude in most social situations." I fired back and she scowled nastily. Just when she was about to say something, a waiter approached out of nowhere and gave her a steaming cup of coffee.

"Your steaming cup of 'shut the fuck up' is ready, I see?" I asked.

"Be careful what you say and how you treat me, Cinderella. You wouldn't want to appear like the self-absorbed, crude, impolite, deceptive, fake mother of yours." She said and that got me stunned in total. I was beyond furious and all I wanted was to slap her right in her face.

My mother was nothing like you.

Before I could stop myself, my mouth had already blurted words. "If all you want in this entire world is the company, then take it."

For a moment, there was silence, she looked at me like I had grown two heads. Shock coursed through her body. "Are you serious?" She asked, her eyebrows climbing up in excitement.

"Will you stop bothering me?" I asked.

"Take it," I said. "I will go to the administration tomorrow and sign the company to you. In return, you have to give Mrs. Hale's company back. Right now! Is that clear?"

"Crystal." She grinned evilly and laughed like the madwoman that she is. She coughed in between, reminding me of her old age. She left without muttering another word and a tear slid down my cheek.

I promised myself that I would take care of that company. But, if this witch won't stop bothering me because of it. I have no choice. But like I said, I would do anything for Oliver to be happy. Even give up my Mother's beloved company.