Chapter 5: Rejected

Chapter 5

Her rage was almost running out of check. What in pete's sake did Dylan take her for? A slut? Biting down on her lower lip, Patricia refused to speak up for a while.

"Anything to say?" Dylan prodded.

"What's my pay?"

A gold digger. Definitely that was Patricia's identity. Daniel couldn't help but loath her and her beauty. What was he expecting? A saint? Damn it! He could imagine how suffocated he will feel, living in the same house with a lunatic. Mentally, he vowed to lock his bedroom to avoid losing his valuables.

"Five hundred thousand dollars monthly, plus weekly allowance and additional privileges." Something which you obviously lack. Daniel added mentally.

The last word was meant to be an insult. Glad to have accomplished his aim. Daniel sat back watching greed mixed with anger rolling in her eyes.

"One million dollar!" Patricia called out. They all presumed she was a bitchy gold digger. It didn't pull out any hair from her skin, hence she wasn't bothered.

Alarmed, Daniel glanced from Dylan to Edward with an astonished look. Each with a flabbergasted expression except for Edward, who acted neutral.

"You are not getting a million dollars, so better stop dreaming!" Dylan reprimanded.

Un-bothered by his condescending tone, "Don't forget I am supposed to sacrifice my precious time (two years of it) to your friend, Daniel. During that two years, I am not allowed to be in a relationship. Think about it. What if my future husband get marry to another woman because he assumed I am truly married? Don't you know I stand to lose not only my man but to live a life of single-hood for eternity?"

Patricia's statement earned her a chuckle from Edward and a frown from Dylan.

"I knew you had always been greedy but never to this extent. "

Dylan's word infuriated Patricia, who glared maliciously at him, deciding to ignore him as though he didn't exist. He was surely daring her to release the rage threatening to escape from its cage.

"So..." She glanced at Daniel with a bold expression. Ignoring Dylan completely.

"I won't pay a million dollars. Don't forget that you will be getting weekly allowances plus other privileges for two years."

What was with this privilege shit? Did they seriously believed she hasn't been privileged? If only they knew. She smirked.

Silence reigned for a moment.

"If you insist on getting a million dollar monthly, be rest assured that you won't receive any weekly allowances. The choice is yours."

Patricia was silent for a moment as she mused over the options presented. Her gaze focused on her fingers, suddenly fascinated by her manicure.

Daniel drank his diet coke, anticipating a response from her, while Dylan stared with a disgusting look.

"I am not interested in any!"

"Will you stop behaving like a kid and act matured for once!" Dylan yelled in a condescending tone.

Could someone tell Dylan that she was a twenty-four year old, full grown lady capable of making her own decision?

Daniel's heart palpitated with fear at her statement. Not interested in the deal? Earnestly, it shouldn't be that else he was doomed for eternity. Feigning an indifferent, bored look. "You have to make a choice!"

"Five hundred thousand dollar plus weekly allowance,"

Daniel mentally heaved a sigh of relieved. "This is the legal document of our contracted marriage. Go through it and let me know if you are in." Handling the document to her, Daniel avoided body contact with her.

Silently, Patricia scanned through the document, her eyebrow furrowed in a frown. What in heaven's sake was this? She had to get pregnant? That was the height of this melo drama, annoying, fucking prank.

"I won't be your contracted wife!"

"What?" Daniel asked, confused.

"I won't do it again. I am not interested in signing the contract because I am not part of it. So, invariably, I reject this contract!"

His heart shattered instantly at her words. Dylan glanced at her as though she had completely lost her sense of reasonings.

Everything stopped moving. What will he do? How will he get a lady in less than five days? Will his inheritance be gone just like that? His hope dashed? Beads of perspiration formed on Daniel's temple. Despite the air conditioner, he was sweating profusely. The food in his stomach revolted in accordance with the situation at hands.

"Don't tell me you are serious?"

"Of course, I am serious! Does it look like a joke to you?"

Calmly, Daniel asked. "Why?"

"I am required to get pregnant. As in, sleep with you?" Her face contorted in disgust.

"You know pregnancy doesn't happen at the snap of a finger. The have to be some mating process. Unfortunately, I won't practice such a process with you." Patricia explained in a dismissive tone.

"The thought of copulating with you isn't appealing in anywhere to me. Just so you know, the feeling is absolutely mutual." Daniel quipped.

He was supposed to plead with her and appeal for her help, yet Patricia's obnoxious attitude got him pissed up.

"Be rest assured that you are getting pregnant through surrogacy. No copulation. Nobody contact,"

The look of confused expression, Edward, Dylan and Daniel expected to see on her face wasn't forth coming.

"Since you have not bothered to ask what surrogacy is, I will explain, thereby saving your ego. Surrogacy is..."

"Save your strength, mister!" Patricia interrupted in a cold, icy tone.

"I am not dumb like you expected. I am cognizant of what surrogacy is and how it works. But still, I won't be your contracted wife!"

"In this case, you are fired as my chef!"

Three pairs of eyes turned abruptly at Dylan. Surprised, boldly written on Patricia's face.

Dylan had a cold expression that could intimidate a bouncer.

The air was tensed.

Obviously, Patricia didn't see that coming. Her mouth opened continuously, but she shut it each time without a word. Gobsmacked at Dylan's ruthlessness, shocked clearly evident on her smooth face.

"Did you just fired me?"