Chapter 358 - Three Hundred And Fifty-eight: Asshole (1/2)

The third point of view:

”No, no, no, this can't be happening,” Anabelle groaned as soon as she received the text from Isabella: She would be unable to join her in the days to come because she traveled to the base.

”What in fuck name is the base?” Anabelle was distraught. So much for going on her cousin. She had intentionally invited Isabella over to her place so she could put that damn Julie in his place. Who knew she would be left alone?

Julie was a damned bully! A creature from hell! How could someone like him exist? He was hell-bent on making her life miserable!

And speak of the devil.

Her phone rang almost immediately and it was him. Actually, she could have ignored him but that guy was crazy! He could barge into her house as he did previously.

”What do you want?” her tone depicted she was not so pleased with his call.

”You,”

”Huh?” Anabelle's brow raised, that comment was controversial and Julie must have sensed it as well because he coughed and rephrased.

”I mean, your services of course,” He blushed from the other line - unfortunately, she couldn't see that.

”I'm busy, find someone else,” Anabelle lied through her teeth.

As much as she was bored, the last person she wanted to see was him. It didn't help matters that school had closed for the academic term - she should have just traveled.

”What are you busy with?”

Anabelle frowned, ”None of your business”

”Then I'll come over,”

”Don't you dare!”

”Either you tell me what you're up to or I would come over and help you with whatever you're up to,” He gave her an option.

Anabelle stomped her feet, ”Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?! You're behaving as if you're my boyfriend - which you're clearly not and I'm so thankful for that,”

”Boyfriend?” he scoffed and released a burst of mocking laughter that zeroed Anabelle's self-esteem.

Bastard! She cursed at him in her head. And of, she did more than that; She murdered him times without number, mentally.

”Keep on dreaming,” He told her, ”In this life, I can only be with my betrothed Isabella, and I'm just being concerned because you're my property -”

”I am not your property!” She hissed out. He can't lay claim to Isabella and her as well - the thought irritated her.

”You're my slave for two and a half weeks, that makes you mine,” He said with a layer of pride that did nothing but piss her off more.

”Just tell me what you want?” She was tired of that egoistic jerk.

”I have a match this evening,”

”What match?”

”I car race, bike race, you name it,” Julie announced it with a hint of joy - he must really love it.

For some reason, the thought of this hobby pleased her. She heard racers had a higher percentage of accidents, that way he could die and everyone would have a breath of fresh air. Hurrah!

”So?” She pretended to be oblivious to his hint. Well, he better ask nicely.

”What do you mean by 'so'? You're my servant, Of course, you're coming along with me”

Anabelle sighed, threading her hand through her hair. Well, what had she been expecting from him? Chivalry? That asshole was incapable of it.

”Fine,” She agreed - as if Julie would take no for an answer.

”I'll come to take you by five,” He added, ”Dress sexily,”

”What?!” Before she could ask the reason for that, the asshole had hung up on her.

Dress sexily his butt! Who does he think he is? She snorted and dropped on the couch with a groan.

Throughout the day, Anabelle couldn't do anything effective with thoughts of that asshole in her head. She was determined not to take his word into account, however, by the time it was an hour to five, she forced herself to the shower and began to dress up.

Julie might find ways to torment her if she doesn't clean up to his taste, was the excuse Anabelle gave to herself as she prepared.

In the end, she ended up donning a dark red high waist denim bum short with a designer crop top and knee-length boot. Anabelle curled her hair and let it fall on her shoulder with her lips painted a faint pink.

”Hmm, isn't this a little too much?” She mused while staring at her reflection in the mirror. Well, Julie wanted her to look good, he would get nothing less than that. And just to be sure, this wasn't a date.

Once she was done, Anabelle didn't have to wait long. As if the asshole was a time god, he arrived exactly the moment it clocked Five.