Matrimonial Mayhem

Chapter 2- An Act Worthy of an Oscar

KEIRA

"You're not even going to ask me what kind of job it is?" He looked surprise and his eyes had one of those looks of incredulity. Not that I could blame him.

"Like I said, as long as it feeds me and gives me just about anything I need to live then I'm okay with it." I shrugged my eyes widening in emphasis. Call me desperate all you want but this is the chance I have been needing for some time now.

A sudden cool breeze passed by, making me shiver a little. I wrapped my arms tighter around my body before breathing a huge sigh of contentment.

Who would've thought that I'd be working with this intimidating man beside me. And mind you I was not even sure if I'll be working with him or I'll be working for him.

But no matter, as long as this dude pays me, then I'll accept the job he's offering me, unless it's something that's hardly wholesome.

At the sudden realization that there's a huge possibility that this man's an illegal trafficker or worse a pimp, I blinked my eyes.

"Whoa wait a minute! You're not a....a-uh pimp, are you?" I pointed an accusing finger at him as I took a step towards him.

"A- what?" He looked at me incredulously as if I was losing my mind. He had those 'excuse-me' kind of look on his eyes and judging from the angle of his lips one could easily tell he wasn't pleased even in the slightest.

Needless to say, he was appalled to think that I had thought such a thing about him. And for a moment he had those vacant look on his gorgeous blue eyes that I had the faintest urge to laugh.

A moment for confusion and uncertainty to flaunt themselves quite blatantly across his icy blue eyes that almost made me want to take a picture of his clueless face.

But it all happened so fast that I found myself not even sure if I had imagined his peculiar baffled look.

"A pimp?" I repeated what I said and eyed him with slit suspicious eyes, as a sly smile covered my mouth.

"God no! Look at me. Do I look like a pimp to you?" He scowled quickly regaining his composure.

I raked my eyes from his body to his face, assessing him like a snake eyeing its prey, still smiling.

To be honest he looked nothing like those cheap pimps and if truth be told he look like- well... he look like a modern day prince, but there's no way in hell I'm telling him that.

"Maybe if you would stop scowling always then you would look less of a pimp." I sniggered but I abruptly stopped when he fixed me with his cold death glares.

Grumpy old troll....grumpy old troll...grumpy old troll...grumpy old troll.....

"Do you still want a job or not?" He growled menacingly.

"Of course I do. Now tell me about this job." I took the liberty of immediately changing the subject before I truly lose it to his wrath.

He glared at me for a few seconds. His look was so scary I would have ran away from him as well. But desperation was a damn good motivator, it kept me rooted to the spot. He clenched his jaw and heaved a huge sigh. "I need you to act as-"

"Are you from HOLLYWOOD?!" My eyes widened as I thought of all the great possibilities of being an actress would do to me.

Holy shit!

"No I'm not from Hollywood-"

"Damn, don't tell you're directing porn movies?" I cut him off.

"W-...What the HECK are you talking about?! FUCK NO! I am not a director of porn movies and no I'm certainly not from Hollywood." As he seethed, it was not him I was seeing at all but a forty-foot scaly dragon breathing fire. Yup, he was that scary. But I on the other hand remained nonchalant-or rather pretended to be one- while my insides were urging me to get away from this monstrous beast.