Then again, this was indeed a surprise to me, for Antonia didn't seem to recognize me when we were in my private elevator earlier. But now that she did, she wanted to beat me up.
She said I ruined her entire life.
It pissed me off as it made me recall that wild night as well as those baffling issues.
The reason this woman was there was because she ordered a hustler, wasn't it? In that case, why should I be liable for everything?! What makes her think she can act all justifiably?!
Antonia Traver's POV
The man held my head with one arm, letting me flail my arms around with no chance of even getting as much as a scratch on him.
He stared coldly at me like he was looking at a jester with his lofty, condescending look. "Get this straight—you're the one who ordered me. Don't put it like I r*ped you when it was mutual consent."
To that, I raged with threatening gestures, saying, "Do you have no work ethic, you f*cking hustler?! How can you not wear a condom when you're servicing me?! You ruined my life! I'm going to castrate you!"
"What?" He narrowed his eyes and looked menacingly at me. "You haven't gotten pregnant… have you?"
I stopped all that I was doing at once, and my triplets flashed across my mind. That's right, I was pregnant! I snapped to myself. I gave you triplets, but you haven't done anything as a father!
"Speak!" he barked.
"That's right… I was pregnant!" I blurted but very quickly said otherwise. "I dealt with it later, though! There's no way would I bear a child of some shameless hustler like you!"
If people find out my babies' father is a hustler from a place like a bordello, people would surely cuss them when they enter preschool! I mused. No, this must stay a secret forever. Nobody can know!
"Very well!" He nodded pleasingly.
"Meanwhile, you have the audacity to continue working as a hustler here?! Just how many innocent women do you want to ruin?! I'm going to speak to your manager about you this instant!" Worried that he would see through my lie, I used anger to conceal my guilty conscience and left in a fury.
However, just as I reached the door, I got a call from Michael. "Your colleagues are all going to leave if you don't return soon, Antonia, and you can forget about going to work tomorrow."
"To hell with you!" I ended the call furiously, so livid that I was shaking all over. Why are there b*stards everywhere?! First, the one inside, and now another one out here!
Wait a minute. It suddenly hit me. How can I let that hustler off the hook just like that when he's ruined my life so badly?!
How can he live so lavishly while my babies have to suffer with me?!
At that, I barged into the room once again and snapped justifiably, "You son of a b*stard, you have to answer for the misery you've given me!"
The man was drinking, and he looked coldly at me after hearing my words. "What do you want from me?"
"You have to compensate me!" I snapped justifiably. "My life wouldn't be like this if it weren't for you."
If it weren't for him, I would've at least seen my father one last time.
If it weren't for him, my name would be besmirched, and I wouldn't become a sl*t everyone despised.
If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have become a single mother…
Then again, the triplets were so adorable!
Stop. Now is the time to ask for money. I have to act more intimidating and unreasonable!
"How much do you want?"
The man sat haughtily on the couch as he buttoned up his dress shirt gracefully. His wild, hot abs glimmered bewitchingly under the dim lighting.
I couldn't help falling into a trance as I ogled at his chest, but I very quickly came to my senses and cleared my throat while raising three fingers.
"Three hundred million?" He quirked a brow.
"Huh, I'll be laughing even in my dreams if you can give me three hundred million." I sneered. "You talk big for a mere hustler! Listen carefully, I want your salary for the next three months. From this day on, you are to give me half of what you earn for the night!"
After all, I'm so broke now that I can't even afford baby formula…
Thank the heavens for bringing this b*stard of a hustler to me when I was over a barrel!
I had to seize the chance to extort him; it was the only way to unleash my resentment from back then.
Also, it was to have him bear the responsibility of a father.
Three months was enough to help me get through the obstacle ahead. Once my probation was over, and I became an official staff, I would receive a salary of twelve hundred every month. Our little family would be able to get by just fine.
By then, I would cut all ties with him and go on our separate ways. We would never cross paths ever again.