Chapter 4

Chapter 4

George's POV

       "So when are you two getting married?" Father asked, completely ruining the mood with his senseless question. I ignored him and continued to eat.

      "Oh, father! George and I have already picked a date. We decided to have our wedding at the beginning of next month and..."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask, turning to her with a glare.

"You don't glare at your wife like that, son." Mother cautioned and I scoffed. I turned to father,  "I am not marrying Isabella." I said with finality.

"George!" Mother snapped and I raised my hand. "End of discussion."

"What do you mean? You and Isabella have been engaged for about two years now. Don't you think it's time for you to settle down with her?"

Gosh, I've lost my appetite. I dropped my fork and stood up, kicking the chair away. They all flinched, and their eyes widened at me in shock.

"No one. I repeat, no one, should bring up this topic ever again." I warned, taking turns in glaring at each of them.

"But...I'm your fiance and...

"Fine. Then I break up with you. Does that solve the problem?"

"George!" Father snapped and I sighed. "You can't change my mind." I say to him. I turned to Isabella only to find her eyes glistening with tears.

"Why are you breaking up with her? It's not as if you have another person you...

"Yes, I do." I interrupted mother.

"You're lying." Isabella says in-between sobs.

"I've never seen you with any other woman aside Isabella." Father says. I sighed tiredly, "well, I have someone else. In fact, I'm going to meet her now."

Okay, what the hell did I just say?

"Fine. Isabella follow him then."

This old man.

"Fine, follow me. But I'm going to warn you now. Once you see I'm telling the truth, you go back. I don't want any drama and I don't want her to lay eyes on you. Got it?"

"But...

"Take it or leave it!" I snapped and she nodded vigorously. Good. I'll just find a random woman. No woman can resist me anyway. I left home with Delilah and started driving. I was about to pass by a restaurant when I sighted a figure getting down from a taxi. For some reason, I felt the need to press the brakes. I stopped the car and unfastened my seatbelt.

"There she is." I say, pointing at the woman. Isabella scrunched up her face in disgust, "her?"

"Yes, her." I say, grunting warningly.

She folds her arms, "I don't believe you."

"Then watch me. Stay in the fucking car." I warned sternly before I alighted. I hastened my steps as she was about to go in. Before she could, I held her hand and drew her back.

"You can slap me later but please go with the flow." I say to her and she raised her head.

My heart skipped a beat as her eyes met mine. Her eyes widened, making her look even more dangerously attractive.

"Y..y.." she barely said anything but my heart picked up momentum.

"I'm sorry." I say before I leaned in and kissed her. I never knew what fireworks exploding in one's stomach meant until now. She didn't reciprocate but the feeling of my lips on hers was enough to drive me crazy. I pulled her closer to me. I wanted to feel her more.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and I was tempted to hold her tighter. It took a lot to unlock my lips from hers. Her cheeks were beet red and her eyes were watery.

"Are you okay?" I ask and her cheeks grew redder.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Damn?

Her voice was like music to my ears. I wanted to hear her talk more.

"What do you mean? You just got kissed by me." I say as a matter of fact.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well..." I tucked my hands into my pocket and took a step forward. She took a step backward unconsciously. Gosh, she's so adorable. I stopped a few inches from her and asked, "do you know who I am?"

"Am I supposed to know who you are?" She asks, scoffing. I swear, I wanted to smile. Maybe I did but it didn't last long.

I stretched my business card to her. I watched in amusement as her eyes roamed around the card for some seconds. She raised her head and asked, "so?"

So? I furrowed my brows. Is she acting clueless or is really clueless? "So?"

"You're a company's president does that mean you can assault women?" She asks, throwing the card at my chest.

I could not hold it anymore. I chuckled. I closed the gap between us and leaned in such that our noses were almost touching.

"Y...you're doing it again." She says breathlessly.

I smirked at how much effect I had on her. She gazed at my lips lustfully, biting her lip unconsciously. Fuck! I wanted to pin her against the wall and kiss her till her lips bled but...

"If you want me to kiss you again, just say that, sweetheart." I teased and her eyes snapped off my lips. She cleared her throat and pushed me softly.

"I'll...I'll let this slide so...I'm going to leave." She picked up her bag and made to leave but I held her arm.

"Let me go, would you?"

"Have we met somewhere?" I ask. I feel like I've met her somewhere.

"There is no way I would encounter an egoistic assaulter like you and wouldn't remember. So no, we haven't met. And I pray we don't meet ever again." She says before yanking her arm off my grip. I watched as she scurried inside the restaurant, almost hitting her head on the door. I let out a smile, shaking my head. She's adorable.

You pray we don't meet ever again, huh?

We'll see about that.