CHAPTER 8

Aspen's POV

He's joking, right?

Right?

I give him a deadpanned look and raised an eyebrow.

"Listen buddy I know you're trying to be nice to me but you don't have to go that far" I pointed out getting out of his grip.

"No this is not me being nice, princess, I really do like you." Princess. Lord, is this another dream? Aspen you better wake up right now!

"No, it's not a dream" he informs amused.

I said that aloud?!

"Yes you did"

I really have to work on that

"Yes, you d-"

"Shut up. And what are you even doing? Just yesterday you were calling me slut-"

"And I apologized" he clarified

"- and other names. Saying that I wanted your brother for his money and how I couldn't get you. Now you want me?" I scoffed.

"Yes." He answers simply and I couldn't stop my hand as I smacked his face.

"You really are a pig," I say as I looked at his shocked expression. I then stormed out of his office ensuring that I slammed the door and angrily waited for the elevator mumbling profanities.

"Aspen"

"Go away" I demand just as the elevator door opens. I quickly step in and turn around to face the pig.

"I think we both know that I'll get you...after all, I never play fair" and with that, the elevator door closed. Like some kind of cliche movie leaving me without an answer.

#

Knock knock knock!

Oh my lord, what is wrong with this person! It's one-thirty!

I grumpily walk out of my room and yank open the door.

"What!" I yell. The landlady stared at me quite scared if you asked me. She was petite but old and short, not the old creepy kind, but the pretty-pinch-your-cheeks-and-bake-cookies kind. But I don't care. I want to sleep.

"Well?" I say more quietly taking pity.

"I um, here" she shoves a paper at me scurrying off. I roll my eyes and slam my door shut. Why couldn't she give me this in the morning?

I sit on the kitchen stool and read the envelope.

"Read immediately" it reads.

I open it up and my eyes bulge at the sight.

Dear Ms.Williams,

We are sorry to say that we must ask you to leave the premises immediately. The reason is classified and we would appreciate it if you could keep the questions to a minimum. You have been provided a place to stay and for more information don't come to me, call

225-4567-8901

Sorry again.

What the hell?

It's not even written professionally!

I immediately run into my room and pick up my phone. I dial the number and wait. The person answers on the second ring.

"I see you got the message, Ms. Williams"

Of course, it's him!

It finally makes sense!

"What the hell is wrong with you Dante!" I yell into the phone.

"Listen princess don't scream my ears off okay?" He answers chuckling "and I just need my assistant to be with me all the time that's all"

"But I can't be with you all the time. I have to do my surveys! I have a life!" I argued and he scoffs.

"A life?" He says his laugh getting louder and I grit my teeth.

"Yes, a life. It doesn't include being with you, it doesn't include living with you, it doesn't include having sex with everything that moves, it doesn't include being a pig and it doesn't include being some kind of...of..pig!" I repeat and I close my eyes enduring he embarrassment of losing my flow.

His loud laugh turns even louder and I just want to throw the phone into the wall and watch as it bursts into a million pieces.

Yea.

"Oh princess how you crack me up"

"Stop calling me princess"

"I can call you whatever I want...princess"

"You know what! I quit! I'm done! Do you hear me d-o-n-e" I say standing up to pace the room.

"Oh but, princess, where will you work? You don't think I haven't thought of you saying that, did you? I already have all my agents ensuring that you don't get a job. Anywhere"

My heart sinks at his words and I sigh.

"Okay," I say defeated

"Great! I'll have the movers there in a second and I'll call you later to discuss the rest ok? For now...just sit tight. Good night princess" He chirps.

"Goodnight pig," I say faking happiness. I hang up and hug my knees to my chest.

Universe. Why do you hate me?