Chapter 6 A Cinderella's Glass Slipper

• “Hey, hey. Wait up!” Chloe yelled. After that incidence at the club, I had been so pissed. She immediately halted directly in front of me.
• “What happened? I saw you walk out after you talked to Liam and that man. Is all ok?” She asked, arching her brows.
• “Off course nothing is ok. . . Wait, you know Liam?” I asked her, arching my brows at how she talked about him
• “Duhh, who doesn’t? He's from the famous James billionaire family girl.” She said.
• “W-What?” I reacted in shock. Deep down, I wasn’t surprised. The rich always flaunted their money which his arrogant ass did.
• “Yeah, so tell me. Why did you leave?” she asked again. Chloe had already walked with me to the outer part of the club.
• “Oh, it’s nothing.” I said. I didn’t want her to worry about the slightest things when it came to me.
• “I-I- have to go, Chloe. I don’t think I can stand another moment in this club.” I told her.
• “But, the drinks. . .” she trailed out. I didn’t even give her a moment to consider my decision.
• “I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I apologized with a convincing face. I knew I was so going to explain myself later. But, at least by then, I’d be emotionally stable.
• Not pissed from my freaking encounter with two annoying males.
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• In the morning the next day, I had worn my best attire in my cloth bag. It was a vintage gown which had a flowery neckline strapped to my upper neck. My hair was packed in a loose bun. Since it was still curled from Chloe’s previous makeover, I let out two strands by the side.
• I got out of my house after I had checked on my mum. She was asleep since I left as early as 9am. I had attempted to take the morning bus but it seemed like I was too late for it.
• I could have called Chloe for help but after last night, I didn’t want to bother her till I had time to explain about Liam’s appearance at the club last night.
• As I walked the road, I tried to dodge a huge block when I heard a rip sound. My eyes froze in shock at what just happened.
• No, no, no. Tell me it’s not what I think it is.
• I thought, looking down at my shoes.
• “Damn!” I had seethed out. Indeed it was my shoes. The right leg had ripped at the head I didn’t blame the poor shoes. I had used them for so long that I couldn’t remember.
• “What am I going to do now?” I asked to no one in particular. I couldn’t go home because I really needed to be at the job today. As I tried to fix the shoe, I heard a horn blare just behind me.
• At first, I chose to ignore it because it was a really unfamiliar car. And, I didn’t know anyone using something as sleek as this. But, I knew I did when I saw who drove the car.
• My worst enemy.
• Liam James.
• I watched as his tinted window glass rolled down. He looked as good as ever. His eyes was in sun shades which suited his attire.
• Oh, what was I doing admiring him?
• “Good morning, red.” He told me, still inside the car I knew I’d never be able to afford.
• “You’re here to mock me, right? Just do it.” I told him and carried on walking. I thought he'd leave me. But, he didn’t. He just kept driving and following me.
• “Off course, not.” He answered. I ignored him and continued walking with one foot. The shoes were in my hands. I wanted him to think I was ok.
• As I stomped the bare foot on the floor, I grunted in pain at the amount of stones that grazed them.
• “Need some help?” he asked.
• “Does it look like I will take it from someone like you?” I retorted, still walking the street.
• “Well, I think you should. If you keep walking to the office, I doubt you'll reach your destination on time.” He said, reminding me.
• To some extent he was right. But, accepting a ride from him would be like hell itself. He was the worst nightmare I had ever come across.
• “I’m not going to change my mind so you better back off!” I told him off rudely. He was such an arrogant person who thought swinging his assets in women earned him something.
• “Easy, easy. Ok, I will go. But don’t blame me when you loose your job.” He answered me.
• That hit me.
• What if I actually lost this job for being late?
• I mean, what was I even going to tell mum?
• “Or you could gently accept my offer, red?” he suggested again. This time he opened his automatic car door which swung in the air. It was a Maserati I recognized from a magazine at Chloe’s place.
• Gosh, I couldn’t lose my job.
• Sighing, I entered his car.
• “Count this as nothing.” I seethed, sitting just at the front, beside him. The automatic door closed the moment I got in.
• Liam’s car radio played a pop song I recognized. It was something quite popular. In fact, I borrowed Chloe’s head phones special for the song. But, that wasn’t going to melt me.
• Not at all.
• “You are really hard headed, red. And, I like my women just like that.” He replayed out.
• “Ha, ha. In your wildest dreams.” I answered, looking at the other side of the window. I really couldn’t stand seeing his face.
• “You seem to have a problem with your shoes earlier. I have a spare one at my booth you could take.” He said.
• Though the offer was tempting, but. . .
• “No, thanks.” I quickly said.
• After a while, he halted the car to a stop. We had reached the office. I immediately felt grateful for that. As I came down, he did to.
• Liam approached me with a style I had never noticed before. He dressed like he had just stepped out of the fashion magazine. He also had a muscular and Greek looking appearance most ladies would die for.
• “You’re not still going to accept the shoes, are you?” he asked me. A part of me wondered why he even cared. In the first place.
• I was about to mouth off a no when he suddenly grabbed my arms. Liam dragged me to his car's booth. He brought the shoes out of his booth, dropping it just in front of me.
• “Here.” He said.
• “Now put it on.” He added.
• “Nope, I don’t need your help.” I retorted. I wasn’t prepared for what came next.
• Liam lifted me into his arms in a bridal style and placed me on his car.
• “W-What a-are you doing?” I asked him, stammering at how bold he was.
• That instant, a bunch of paparazzi surrounded the both of us. I knew it was definitely from him.
• “Mr. James, Mr. James. Tell us about her.” One asked, bringing his recorder. Lots of flashes were on my face from the amount of shots that have been taken alone.
• “Is she your girlfriend?” Another asked.
• “She is pretty stubborn and cute. And, yeah. She’s my girlfriend.” He said.
• My eyes froze in shock at whatever he had just said.
• What was he up to?
• “This looks like a Cinderella scene, Mr. James. What did you intend on doing when you lifted her?” A female came forward, asking.
• “Putting on her glass slipper.” He answered.
• I was so in trouble.
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