The Bargain with the Billionaire

Chapter 11- Visitors

“Visits always give pleasure--if not the arrival, the departure.” ― Portuguese Proverb

Dominique’s POV

“Are you sure Kenshin can take care of the press by himself?” I know I’m just like a broken disc asking the same question over and over again, but I just have to make sure. I don’t want to see my face on tabloids labeled as a new plaything of a billionaire named Leandro Valderama. If only I foretell this turn of events, I’ll think twice before offering him such stupid bargain.

Speaking of the handsome devil, he just decided to welcome himself in my little apartment not caring my warning look that could pierce his back. He’s sitting comfortably on my not so big sofa criticizing my home with his gaze. He’s too comfortable and it’s irritating me.

“Are you sure you’re not drank?” He replied without looking at my direction. Here we go again answering my question with a question. “You keep on asking me with same for a million times already.”

Asking game is officially on.

“Are you high?” He just laughed with that sarcastic laugh of his, which I’m getting used to and it’s alarming. I’m actually kind of like it, “because you keep on answering me with same. You think I’ll settle with just a freaking YES?”

“Then that’s your problem, not mine, right?” He shrugged and stood up inspecting the pictures on the wall.

I sighed deeply, which made him chuckled. I can tell he’s amused when I get irritated. I don’t want to encourage him further but I can’t control myself for getting pissed off. God please help me, I don’t want my hair to turn white by the end of this bargain!

“Okay, if it will make you feel better, Kenshin has incredible connections. He owns a publishing and broadcasting company plus…”

“What?” I cut him off shocked that he only decided to mention that very important information now. “You should have said that in the beginning instead of your stupid yes’s.” If his goal is to piss me off even more for holding that information, then he succeeded with flying colors.

“Spilling the bean right away will just spoil the fun.” He said grinning dashingly with a wink. “Plus I love to piss you off.”

I gaped at him for seconds and shook my head afterwards to get back my concentration. This handsome devil is a bad distraction.

“And I love to strangle you right now!” I muttered to myself gritting my teeth. I’m sure he overheard that as he muffled a laugh.

“So you play drums also.” He said that not as a question but rather a matter-of-fact statement while inspecting my drum set in a corner.

“Yeah, especially when I have the urge to kill someone,” he chuckled with that, “like right now.” I looked at him with meaning and he laughed heartily with that. It’s true I play drums whenever I’m stress. It’s a good stress reliever.