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Chapter 3

  • Enisa Brentwood
  • 'Getting married so soon
  • A huff tore through my throat as I read another message from Kate. She had been sending pictures of her engagement ring to my inbox for the last eight days, but unfortunately for her, I wasn't mad about it. She could keep her stupid ring if that was all it took to make her feel pretty.
  • My phone screen lit up with a text. Of course, it was from him. From the man who had taken me in bed like no one had ever before. The one who had so coincidentally turned out to be the father of my cheating ex-boyfriend.
  • 'Let's meet. Send me your address. I'll send my assistant to pick you up.’
  • My lips curled up in a smile. Finally! The moment that I had been waiting for. Justin was going to pay for wasting my time all these years. And Kate? She was going to crawl to my feet and beg me for forgiveness.
  • I checked myself in the mirror to be sure I looked great, and just as always, I looked gorgeous. Black dresses had always been my most favourite, and this one wasn't an exception. It hugged my body in all the places I wanted it to, bringing out my ever sexy shape. Mild makeup, black lipstick, and my lengthy hair cascading down my shoulders. Damn it! I was one hell of a beauty, and I was proud of myself for that.
  • After waiting for ten minutes, a black Lamborghini Aventador pulled over in front of me, and a young man in his early thirties stepped out of it.
  • “Good evening, Miss. I'm sorry for the delay. Mr. Maverick asked to pick you up,”
  • the man had just finished talking when I got a text from Justin's dad, and I opened it. It was a picture of the car in front of me, and a caption, ‘That’s the car that'll pick you up'.
  • “Alright, let's go,” I looked at the man once I confirmed the text.
  • After the incident with the older man a few days back, I had been stalking his social media accounts, monitoring his lifestyle, both the previous and the present one. And it was safe to say that he was the perfect revenge tool I needed to get back at those bastards who wronged me. Mr. Maverick Hughes.
  • “We are here.” My thoughts were disrupted by the man's voice, realising that he was parked already.
  • When we alighted from the car, my jaw dropped the moment I saw the tall building in front of me. It was the most popular restaurant in the country.
  • Admittedly, I had been to several classy restaurants to meet with my company’s clients, but it was my first time in a place like this.
  • “This way, please,” he led the way while I trailed behind him carefully.
  • My heart was fluttering nervously as we headed to the elevator. I didn't have the time to admire the beautiful interior decor of the restaurant.
  • We got off at the eighth floor, and he led me into a large dining room. It looked like the regular dining room in a wealthy person's apartment, but this was a bit different. It looked classier. I was a bit stunned to find something like this in a supposed restaurant, but I recalled that since he was one of the shareholders, it was only normal that he gets this treatment here.
  • I spotted him sitting on one of the chairs arranged around a long table, slowly sipping on a red wine.
  • “She's here, Sir,” his assistant announced as if he wasn't aware of my presence by now.
  • “Leave us, Mathew,” he finally raised his gaze, staring straight at me as he spoke to the man, who turned and walked away almost immediately.
  • “It’s been a while, Mr. Maverick,” I managed to put on a smile, looking straight into his eyes even though I was already feeling like jelly with nervousness. From my observation of his social media presence, and his history, I figured that he did not like weak people, especially women.
  • “I'll have a seat here,” I pulled out a chair and sat since he didn't look like he was going to ask me to do it anytime soon.
  • He looked at me, his face laced with surprise. I guess he wasn't expecting that.
  • “I didn't expect to meet you like this again. I was surprised when I got your text today. I thought you were never going to text me,” I held my shoulders and gaze straight, making eye contact with him confidently. I had ample experience talking to wealthy businessmen like him.
  • “What's your name again?” He asked after a long silence.
  • “First things first…” I paused, then picked up my purse and opened it, revealing the stack of cash arranged there. I had withdrawn the cash for a different purpose, but since I was coming here earlier, I had to take it with me.
  • I counted twenty thousand dollars from the money and dropped it on the table, pushing it gently to his side.
  • “The payment for your service,” I looked up at him, and he had his eyebrows raised, staring straight at me.
  • “Excuse me?” He batted his eyelashes.
  • “I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick, but I'm a woman of my word, and I always want to stay true to it,” I spoke confidently, not shying away from his gaze.
  • My stomach sparked up with excitement, seeing the expression on his face. I could tell that I was already making progress in impressing him. I would need his respect for what I planned to do next.
  • “Wow!” He mouthed, crossing his arms over his chest.
  • “I underestimated you, you know? I never imagined you would…” he paused, and exhaled as he touched the money and smirked. Obviously, he did not need it. But the money was a symbol of the promise that I had made, and the key to getting him to trust me.
  • “You are really interesting,” he said, reaching for the glass of wine on the table. “I like your… What should I call this? I really don't know the right word to use, but I must confess that I admire women who stay true to their words,” He said, impressed, and I almost jumped up in excitement.
  • “Thank you for that, Mr. Maverick,” I gave him a small smile instead, tamping down my emotions.
  • “Forgive my manners. Let's eat,” he said out of the blue after giving me a long stare.
  • “Thank you, Mr. Maverick. But can we talk about why I'm here?” I declined politely, and again, he stared at me in disbelief. It seemed as though I kept shocking him with every single action of mine, and I loved it that way. Men like him should be more shocked.
  • “Oh… Alright,” he nodded, and I exhaled briefly.
  • “Enisa, let's get married.” He said straight up, gazing into my eyes, and I choked on my spit, spluttering slightly.
  • “Huh?” I managed to ask once I was calm enough.
  • “You’ve been stalking me on almost all social media platforms. Isn't it because you are interested in me?” He dropped this bombshell, and my jaw dropped, my eyes widening in shock. Wait… how had he found out about that?
  • “I don't care whatever your reason for stalking me is. If it's because of my money, I don't mind because I have lots of it. I find you interesting, and if you are single, we could get married. So, what do you say?” He leaned forward, his eyes gazing into mine as though he wanted to see through me.
  • Obviously, this was what I had wanted. I was going to make the proposal to him somehow, but he had somehow beaten me to it. I was beyond shocked at this turn of events.
  • “If you are interested, we could register our marriage right away, and start preparation for our wedding as soon as possible,” he added. With every single word from him came a bigger shock.
  • “M…Mr. Maverick…” I had not expected to feel this way, knowing that it was me who had wanted this from the get-go. I was suddenly rendered speechless…