The Proposal

DISCONTENT

Jerome's POV

I held back the tears that were trying to escape as I let go of the hurt that I bottled up inside me for five years. I repented to her and she did nothing. I thought she would cry or something then we kiss and make up. What the fuck was I thinking? Becca is totally unpredictable. She knew how to ruin moments. I think that's what made me go crazy over her all those years. She was filled with sparks that could start a fire in my heart. Why am I talking like this? Am engaged to the love of my life, right? My wedding is in 2 weeks and am looking forward to it. "Mr. Clarke, your fiancé is on line 3." My secretary warned me. I quickly picked up the phone. "Hello baby" I greeted. "Don't hello baby me!" She spat. "What did I do now?" I asked confused. "Don't come play dumb with me! You told a reporter that you do not love me and this is all a cover up for your playboy ways." She screamed through the phone. I hate it when she screams, it's annoying but when Becca screams it's sexually arousing. I quickly distorted my thoughts. "I didn't tell any reporter that! It's their job honey. Twisting the truth to get great headlines. Just ignore it" I assured my oblivious fiancé. "I hope you're right! Anyways we're in the press so its public now! We should have an engagement party." She beamed. "Anything for you Cin. Gotta go now" I hung up on her. Her arrogance got too much to bare. I glanced at the daily newsletter on my desk and I picked it up. The headline in bold read 'Billionaire... Player... Fiancé!' I chuckled as I read the opening statement. 'Mr. Clarke famous billionaire is typically referred to as a playboy since forever and all of a sudden he is engaged? Gossip reporter Rebecca Sterling declared not only does this seem feign but he also confessed of being engaged before with his first lover. She went on to say "Mr. Clarke evidently proved that he is unaware of the genuine reason behind his schematic proposal but all he knows is that he is terrified of being alone in this world." Dang she's good! I was flushing with redness. I am so proud of her. Although I was overwhelmed with her lyrics, I wanted to make some fun of her. What can I say? It's in our nature to provoke each other. I hope she's still up for a battle. "Hanna, get Mr. Lewis on the phone!" I ordered my secretary and she did what I requested. Few minutes later, my phone began to ring and I answered. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You think because you are a billionaire the world revolves around you? You wanna fight? I'll give you a fight you'll never forget!" And with that she hung up. I laughed at Rebecca. I knew she wouldn't back down. This will be fun!

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