CHAPTER 4: Getting Her Upset
She couldn't believe these people made her come here to do this. How unfortunate is she uh?
"Mr Wilson, please control your daughter," Mr Francis snorted in frustration.
"Cheyenne Wilson..."
"Oh hush father! It's Cheyenne Gemflord, do not even dare call me a Wilson!!" She pointed her fingers to him.
"What a lack of home training," Mr Francis said in irritation.
"Father, please I will sort this," Sam said standing up on his feet. Then he took Cheyenne hand softly.
"Miss Cheyenne..."
Cheyenne took the glass of water on the table, then splashed it on Sam face in frustration.
Everyone couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Cheyenne dropped the glass, then yanked her hand away from his.
"Don't ever touch me ever again, you shit!" She cursed
Sam made a soft sigh, then wiped off the water off his face with his hand.
Cheyenne grabbed her bag, then stomped out of the manor angrily.
Sam made a fine gasp, then scoffed. He couldn't believe he was this embarrassed for the first time in his life and that...by a lady.
He ran his fingers through his hair, then laughed. He is gonna get back to her, one day...and that day...
"Oh gosh" he muttered to himself cause he was already aroused. How come he suddenly fell for a bold and careless girl like Cheyenne??
"What an uncharted young girl. Lack of home training. What the heck have you people been teaching your daughters. Outrageous!!"
"Mr Francis, I am sorry. Well, you know she has been away from me...but...but..."
"Father, let's leave," Sam said to his father with a weird smile on his face.
"Yes," Mr Francis replied immediately.
"No, Mr Francis, there are also two more of my daughters, and they are very responsible, you can pick any one..."
"Father, please let's leave," Sam said still smiling at his father like he had one some sort for lottery. No one knew his head was busy calculating and solving how he is really gonna deal with Cheyenne. In a bad and pleasuring way of course.
"Come on son,"
Father and son walked out with their bodyguards tailing behind.
Father and son walked out of the building leaving the Wilson's in a disarray.
Mr Wilson facepalm himself, then made a frustrated sigh.
"This is really bad," he muttered to himself
"Well, I should blame you. You should have told them that Ivy and Janet are our only daughters, why did you have to drag Cheyenne into this." Grace accused angrily.
"How could I? This is business here Grace. If I didn't invite Cheyenne and got caught, things would have been so bad for me and the company,"
"Yeah, wow, way to go to build your relationship with the Francis." She teased "Instead you ruined it by inviting that bastard girl,"
Grace stood up, and left angrily to her room.
Ivy and Janet also stood up with their mother, especially Ivy who was crazily upset with Cheyenne.
Mr Wilson sighed softly, then took a sip from his wine in anger.
"You won't believe that man was actually arranging my wedding to some rich tycoon," Cheyenne blurted angrily while talking to her boyfriend Lance who was busy sipping from a glass of juice in his home.
"Why would he wanna do that? Is he crazy?!!" He widened his eyes, then took a sip again from the glass.
"But no offense, why would he wanna take you away from me? That's a silly step, you know?" He said and Cheyenne giggled silently.
Her boyfriend cares for her and that makes her so happy that she could hug him.
"What?" Lance asked when realizing that his girlfriend was smiling freakishly.
"Nothing, you just look damn cute," she pinched his cheeks teasingly.
"Am I?" He smiled at her, dropping the glass of juice.
"Yes you are,"
"Well then, maybe I should smile more often, my girlfriend seems charmed with my face,"
Cheyenne giggled softly.
Lance smiled softly, then suddenly brought his face closer to hers. He kissed her cheeks which made her blush.
"Can I just have you for tonight?" He questioned with that long passionate eyes of his.
"Lance??" Cheyenne frowned.
"Ahhh..." He sighed. "There we go again," he muttered.
"You know to me, it is not right. We shouldn't make it official yet, we should wait till you finally make me yours."
"Oh jeez!" Lance sighed again.
He doesn't know why she doesn't wanna agree to his pleas. He had been wanting to make their relationship official, but still, she declines making up excuses.
"Then let's get married tomorrow," he said in a bit of a rush.
"Lance?!" Cheyenne hit him teasingly. "You know that's not possible," she said softly.
"Says who? We just have to get some papers signed to make this official, and boom, we are married," he said, sounding as if it was a mere meal.
"It's not that easy Lance. We both have a long way to go. Not now,"
Lance frowned immediately. He was displeased with her words. Doesn't she loves him?
"Do you really love me Cheyenne?"
"Of course Lance. I love you so much."
"If you really do, you should have agreed to what I want. I want you to be mine, can't you just do that?"
"Lance? Thi.. this..."
"Cheyenne?!" He called out her name in frustration.
"Lance, why can't you just understand that..."
"That what?!" He cut her off immediately, feeling displeased with her attitude. He wants her immediately, and he has to.
He stood up abruptly.
"You know what, I am so tired of you. Maybe you should leave,"
"Are you sending me out of your house?" Cheyenne widened her eyes in question.
"Are you really sending me out?" Cheyenne asked again with a sad smile.
"Maybe I should leave Instead," he stormed out of his own home leaving Cheyenne in so much confusion.
Cheyenne rubbed her temples slowly, then sighed.
"Oh jeez! This gives me so much headache," she muttered rubbing her temples slowly.
The next day******
Cheyenne walked out of the bathroom dripping wet from her head to her toe. She was busy wiping her face with the towel when her eyes made contact with the document on the table.
She picked it up, opened it and dropped it again.
"Oh Cheyenne Gemflord, you are going to be one successful woman soon," she grinned at herself. She picked up her phone and the business card. She dialed up Mr Olivia's digits immediately.
"Hello Mr Olivia..."