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CHAPTER TEN

OLIVER

The door bell rang at ecxactly two o clock. Punctuality. One of the qualities I valued. It showed character. The 'Jenna' girl might not be bad after all. I reminded myself to not mess this up. It was important to my mother. And I have to keep my promise I made her.

My mother had called to tell me a few hours ago that to inform me about Jenna visiting to borrow a jewelry of hers she kept with me. I knew the jewelry was just a cover up. Hadn't my mother learnt that blind date didn't work since plan M?.

I strode to my window. A white Porsche was parked outfront. Nothing too offensive. Not a bright pink range rover or neon green lamborghinis. Those colours cringe me out. I walked out of my office and strolled down the stairs to meet my blind date. Well, it's not exactly a blind date if you already know everything about your date. I made sure to search everything there is to know about her before she arrived.

Jenna jang. Twenty nine. A very successful super model with millions of followers on instagram and Tiktok. She has a personal fashion brand and is looking to open a new brach in New York. Graduated with two degrees in business management from Ivy leagues. Very big on material things and doesn't hesitate to spend money on something no matter the cost. It seemed my mother has found the perfect daughter-in-law for her. Now all that is left i for me not to fuck it up. No easy feat.

When it comes to human, I have a track record of fucking things up than suceeding. Women, specifically found my entire exsitence unbearable. Most of the potential bride just wanted the Kang's name. Good thing i never paid them any attention. Whenever I actually found one attention worthy, it's usually to share my brutal honesty on how horrible her supposedly cute outfit is. Or something else. Which is why my relationship with little monkey has been the longest relationship I had witth a woman. She has been working here for almost two weeks now. Speaking of, she ended up breaking one of my vases 'by accident'. It was retaliation for making her play chess during her lunch time. She termed it 'workplace bully'.

I opened the door to see my future bride. Tall, slender, extremely long brown hair that almost reached her waist, basically my mother's ideal woman. She wore a plain nude pant trouser and a black shirt. A neutral facial expression fixated on her face, her posture was confident and proud.

"Good afternoon." she said, her tone holding a hint of disinterest. Makes two of us, lady.

I made a slight bow and stepped aside for her to walk in. One of the advantages of having a super dramatic friend like Ethan, you get free hints on how to be dramatic. I have never bowed for anyone before.

"Jenna."

I prayed silently that she doesn't try to hug me or shake my hand. My insides recoil at the thought of it. Thankfully, she didn't. She walked in with practised ease without sparing me a glance. She took off her heels, arranged them together and placed them beside the door. I pressed my lips together. Her Korean manners reflected well. It was almost as if my mother had personally raiseed her. It seems like something she did out of habit. I was particularly thankful for that. Many girls have tried to impreess me by acting prim and proper, they have always failed woefully. Jenna didn't seem like she was trying to impress anyone. I misjudged her character based on her career.

"I wouldn't take most of your time." She spoke. Her words sounded like they've been said multiple times. I wondwondered how many blind dates she suffered to sound this robotic.

"If you could just hand me the pendant and I'll be on my way. I'll inform our parents that we talked and realized that our future p;ans don't align and we decided to go our separate ways. I really do need that pendant though. Our parents will ask questions if I don't return with it."

Jenna sound way uninterested about this arrangement than I was. I wanted to grant her wish and send her away. But I made a promise to my mother to marry who she chose for me and I plan on keeping that promise. Jena was the perfect choice. Not only for my mother but for me as well. I finally found a female version of me. Someone who is obsessed with perfection.

"Would you like a tour around the house instead?" I forced out. "It's not very polite to just send a guest away without entertainment first."

"Oh really, It's a work day. And I know you are very busy. I don't want to be a source of disturbance." she said. But her face read something else. She'd rather be on her way.

I forced a smile.

"It's no problem. I work all hours of the day." I said. "And nights." Incase you plan to ask for any of my time as a wife.

"Shall we take the tour now?" I asked.

A frown settled between her brows before she quickly smoothened her expression.

"Sure."

She didn't want to be here just as much as I don't want her here. The thought that i don't have to pry her off me was oddly comforting. We walked about five meters apart, neither of us willing to bridge the gap. I took her to the art gallery first, telling her about every artifacts in the room, their historical background and where it was bought. Then to the library. My home office. The gym. Jenna would nod her head as if she was listening to me but I caught her occassionally staring at her wrist watch. I found it a bit offending that she didn't desire to be in my company. It was usually the reverse with other females.

We rounded up our tour soon. It was the shortest tour I've ever had to take someone to aroud my property and also the most stresss free. There weren't any questions. We were passing the kitchen when I saw Dallas knelt in the hallways scrubbing a mud stain from the tiles.

I had gotten used to seeing her sweaty with a bird's nest on her head, her clothes painted with bleached pigments. She looked really pitiful. And also, so fucking beautiful that I couldn't resist. With her sharp features, extremely blue eyes that you could drown in them, her bright ginger hair with uneven locks. A smile tilted my lips slowly. A thought crossed my mind and shook me out of my reverie. I never admired human. Not for their beauty. Not for their intelligence. Especially not one like Dallas Valencia. And now I just thought she was beautiful. Something is clearly wrong with me today

I shook my head and sidestepped her like she was a puddle of puke. I glared down at her.

"You missed a spot." I sneered at her.

"Sorry boss, you're a permanent feature that cannot be scrubbed of."

Jenna let out a small gasp, her eyes darting between us. She probably expected me to fire her right on the spot.

"It's Mr Kang to you."

She blew a lock of hair from her eyes, staring daggers at me. As if getting a bright idea, she stared directly at Jenna and smirked.

"Nice to meet you. While you were taking the tour, did he tell you he sucks at chess?"

Jenna looked like she was about to have a full blown panic attack. She tightened her hold on the nape of her neck.

"Are you going to let her talk to you like this?" She directed her question at me.

"I really hope he doesn't." Dallas said and drew a dramatic sigh.

"My wet dream is that he fires me."

Surprisingly, I wanted to be part of her wet dream. I wondered what she dreams about. I wanted to do all sort of things to her. I wanted to fuck her smart mouth till she can't speak anymore. I wanted to watch her with her legs wide open, her pussy swollen and dripping juice. The thought of it made me feel a slight bulge in my pants. I had officially lost my mind.

I quickly collected my thoughts. Fantasizing sexually about my maid in front of my future wife doesn't seem like a very gentlemanly thing to do. A speck of dirty water splashed on my bare toe from Dallas's thorough scrubbing. My eyes twitched as I stared at my toe as if I had grown claws. I knew she did it intentionally. I glared at her and she graced me with a sweet smile. My frown melted instantly. I couldn't even stay mad at her.

Xavier was right. I was pussy whipped. All I wanted to do at the moment was kill her. But first, I would fuck her. Dallas Valencia was going to be mine whether she likes or not.

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