"We're not going to have this conversation," he cuts me off. "At least not when we're not alone. I believe that I require some privacy when talking to my future wife."
Mike growls. "You can't just kick me out—" Before he can finish his sentence, two of Luke's bodyguards lock his arms, pinning him to the ground and handcuffing him.
I scream, my eyes wide. Since when did those two bodyguards enter the room? And did they just overpower Mike, who is clearly bigger than them?
There's nothing I can do when they drag Mike out of the room, the sound of him cursing fading out. My eyes feel like burning when I snap my head back toward Luke.
"You can go, Ashton," Luke commands his secretary, and Ashton nods before walking out of the room.
That leaves the two of us alone.
"You can’t just do that," I hiss.
"Technically, you're in my building," he says nonchalantly. "I can get rid of any intruder."
"He's my bodyguard."
"I didn't invite him," he says.
"Just stop this madness," I shout. "What the fuck do you want from me? Why the hell did you write that letter? And worse, brainwashing my whole team?"
He stares at me for a while, amusement still in his eyes. A scoff leaves his mouth. "So your team agrees with me, don't they? I guess they are smart."
The more this person speaks, the more his words boil my blood.
"You see, Miss Celebrity," he speaks in a low voice, eyeing me with his intense dark eyes. "You might have thought ill of my generosity."
"Generosity?" I feel like I want to scream. "What kind of generosity is this? You could have retracted the news without marrying me."
A small smile forms on the corner of his lips.
"Then what will I get?" he asks. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a businessman. Every decision I make must benefit me."
I grit my teeth. "My record label can give you enough money to make you rethink that."
Surprisingly, he laughs, and I notice that there's a dimple on his cheek as he does.
What annoys me is that he looks even more handsome when he laughs. Not only looks handsome, but also sounds sexy.
He now shoves both of his hands into his pockets.
"Do you really think that it's money that I need?" he asks in humor. "Do you actually think that I need money?" He cocks his head, now suddenly sounding serious.
Judging by what I see right now—our surroundings, andhimself—I can guarantee that he is in no way in shortage of money. Like, money already falls onto him with every second we spend talking.
"So what do you want?" I repeat my question, losing my patience.
He scrutinizes me before stepping closer to me. Locking his eyes with mine, he whispers, "Isn't it clear?" A sly smile touches his lips. "I want you,Cassie."
Hearing him say my name with such intensity sends shivers down my spine. I'm almost hypnotized by his beautiful eyes, but my sanity snaps me out from my daze.
I distance myself from him as far as I can. "Liar," I snap.
I know that this guy is using me for something else. Just like he said, he wouldn't make any decision without thinking about how it would benefit him.
There's no way that one of the youngest billionaires like him would suddenly want to marry me, who is currently labeled as the nation's whore.
Easily, he can get any girl he wants, so why would he choose me?
