I paid a virgin

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Trench(POV)

"My oh my if isn't Mr. Graysten or should I call you Mr. Crevestovik?" a feminine voice made me stop entering the building beside the mall.

"You got to be kidding me," I gritted when I saw it was none other than Tienna Vladamitch. So my father is still insisting me to marry this Russian girl as a great favor for his pathetic friend. He even made an engagement party to which I ignored instantly when I received a letter from him.

"I got to say your new lastname is quite catchy. But you'll always be a Crevestovik, the heir of Magnum firm and oil incorporation. I heard daddy dearest will used again his proper  name now that your grandfather is dead."

"Like I care, you're wasting your time, I suggest you drop our illusion that I'm going to marry a disgusting slut like you," the snap in my tone was enough for her to quiver in anger.

"You listen to me, we are enga-"

I laughed at her. "In case you didn't notice I didn't attend the so called fucking engagement fucking party, in case that didn't stir common sense to your brain, that meant I don't give a fuck about you or that fucking marriage that my pathetic father set up. He can marry you if you want. I guess that's a great idea at least my mom will have her freedom." I stood in front of her, my 6'7 height towering over her 5'3 figure. Her five inches high heels didn't help at all. "So why don't you fucking stay the fuck away from me if you know what fucking good to you." With that I left her there flushed and defeated.

Fuck.

Fuck my life.

Fuck my stupid father. 

Fuck that whore.

And fuck my problems. 

"Good morning sir, your suite is waiting for you," the front desk manager greeted.

"Thanks, " I replied,  still furious with the person who I bumped into. Not even a day here in this small town and my father's getting on my nerve. I swear to hell I'll break his jaw if he ever pull another stunt like this again.

At least I have someone to project my anger. I'll see you around Summer Welsh. 

Summer(POV)

The squealing sound echoed inside the house early in Saturday morning. Mandy and Myles running around with their hands full of whip cream. What's wrong with dad handing them such thing? Now look at the clean living room destroyed by a second.

"Girls!" I scolded when my front shirt was hit by a handful of creams.

"Sorry mommy," Myles approached me, offering her hands for me to carry her. 

"Look at what you done, mom will going to explo-"

I didn't have the time to punish my sentence when her shrill voice cut me off. "Creams! Who gave the girls creams- Shannon! What are you thinking?!"

"They pleaded you should have seen it," he reasoned out in desperation.

"You better start cleaning old man or I'll swear to you...." she trailed off. "Girls you better have your showers now! We'll go to the shop in thirty minutes. Myles sweety wear that white dress okay, Sum make sure my granddaughter is decent. We needed her charming the old ladies and some customers, " she announces. "Mandy! No more in the house with your friends,  I'll cut off your allowance if five cupcakes are sent free today."

"That was one time mom!"

"Too many time!" mom corrected. 

Mandy rolled her eyes at her. "You want to have a join shower Myles?"