No Good In GoodBye

Chapter 5

Rebecca's POV

Why is he so insistent on a lunch?

There is something weird about this guy.

"Between I'm Rebecca Black" I said, remembering that I never really introduced myself to this guy.

Again, weird, he does not even my name but is insisting on a lunch.

"I know, and if your guessing than my name is Jason. Jason Knight" he said smiling.

Well, that explains a bit.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" I asked, unsure about this guys' mood. "You already did" he said, smirking.

"But, yes you can ask" he replied. "Who are you and what happened between Ethan and you?" I asked.

I was very curious to know that what happened between them that caused Ethan to leave the country.

He clenched his jaw on my question but I wanted to know but then suddenly he turned his head towards me and raised an eyebrow "you don't know who I am?" he asked, surprised and ignoring my last question.

"Umm.. No sorry but should I?" I tried to reply politely so as to not sound rude that I don't know him.

"you seriously don't know me? I mean what world do you live in?" he asked "I live in the same world you live in and no I honestly don't have a clue about you" I replied.

"Wow, that explains" he murmured to himself "well I don't know if you've heard about Knight Empires but I am the CEO and the owner of that company." he answered.

"Really?" I asked, astonished. "Of course I've heard about Knight Empires. I mean who doesn't know about Knight Empires. Their restaurants and hotels are just amazing" I replied but I stopped for a minute when I considered his name in my mind "wait a minute, so you are the son of Alexander Knight. The most richest man of America?" I asked and to say that I was surprised would be an understatement.

"yes..yes I am the same" he replied smirking down at me. He got down from his car and jogged towards my side to open the door for me.

I got out and followed his steps but I was very confused now thinking that what would a billionaire want from me.

Certainly, he doesn't just want to have a lunch with me as an apology.

The restaurant was extremely well designed, with each and everything in its perfect place. The interior was classic with cream colored walls and rough dark brown tables with matching chairs and cute traditional Italian souvenir wall decors hanging artificially. It was obviously an Italian restaurant and it was amazing. A huge chandelier was hanging  between the dining lounge, increasing the beauty of restaurant.

I looked around the restaurant in awe.

It was obvious, he owned it because the way manager jumped from his spot and rushed towards us, proved it.

"Sir, what a pleasant surprise. A table for two?" he asked, professionally.

Jason nodded and the manager led us towards the corner table around the window that showed of a beautiful view of the city.

It was just amazing.

After getting seated, since I didn't knew how to speak Italian, Jason ordered food for me too.

"So, tell me about yourself, Rebecca" Jason asked.

"Well , I work in ADPH as you know already as an assistant editor of the magazines and I also, recently graduated and I did my majors in English Literature. I wanted to be a writer but never really got time to write my own book but I am living a very good and relaxing life as I always wished." I answered.

He nodded. "Ok, tell my about your family and friends" he said. "Well, my parents live in New York and my mom is a housewife where as my dad is a high court lawyer and I've got two brothers. They are approximately three years older than me and they are identical twins. And I do not have many friends. Just Jerry, you know the guy who was with me when you last asked me for lunch. He is my best friend in the world." he nodded.

"Soo.. You don't have any boyfriend?" I raised an eyebrow at his question but replied nonetheless

"No", he nodded again.

The Italian food was amazing and Jason was good too, considering he was a billionaire but was quite polite, contrary to what I used to think about him.

"So now are you gonna drop me off to my work again?" I asked him while getting into the car. He smirked at me, again.

God, what is with him and smirking all the time? I thought to myself. "uh, no. Its time for my treat now" he said and I furrowed my eyebrows to think what did he exactly meant by that.

"your treat? I did not understand that?" I said. "You. You are my treat. Where do you think  I'm taking you? I'm taking you my hotel so we can have our time. " he winked at me.

My eyes widened at his statement. I knew he is a bastard. He wants me for his needs.

Who does he think I am? I am not Samantha and I am certainly not any slut. "WHAT?" I yelled.

He looked at me, surprised by my outburst. "What do you think I am? I am not a slut. I am not Samantha. You drop me off to my work this instant or I'm gonna file you in police against rape charges. God, I knew you wanted something and I thought you are really sorry for your act in the club and your doing all this for as an apology. I was so wrong. I was so so wrong. GET ME BACK TO WORK." I yelled at him.

To say I was afraid would be a lie. I was scared and I was scared shitless.

"I know what you want darling and I'll give you as much money as you ask. You don't have to act in front of me". I suddenly stopped and he smirked at my reaction. "Stop the car" I said to him and he said "what?" "I SAID STOP THE FUCKING CAR" I yelled at him and he instantly put his foot on the brakes and I got out of his car and slammed the door shut.

"You asshole, don't ever show me your face again and for your information, I am not a gold digger and  I don't want your stupid money. Shove your money up your own ass and get lost. And next time don't mix every girl with a slut and a gold digger bitch, you have glued to your arms all the time", with that I hailed a nearby passing cab and got in.

I saw him tugging his hair hard as the cab accelerated towards my destination.

That asshole, next time I see him, I'm gonna shove a cactus up his ass. Who the hell does he think I am Samantha?.

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