Chapter 7 7 Not way! Solomon island

"No freaking way!" Estella yelled "Are you for real? Like are you now an actor or something?" She faked a smile as she turn to look at Norman who is making a suspicious move "Are you going out?" Her eyes widen.

It sounded as if she was only rapping as all she heard these men say might just be a way to scare her off the job. She took steady breaths before moving her hair to the corners of her ears and sitting up with her eyes fixed on Tyler's forehead. She couldn't get herself to look at his face not when she had sex with him about two months ago and ran off.

The fake smile on her face vanished immediately after she thought about the only thing that keeps giving her hope and pain at the same time. Her lazy gaze locked with his as she studied his reaction. The man didn't move or act like they had done something so intimate two months ago.

The painful part of it is that Tyler had no idea who she is. Just like random models, he does take to her previous place of word and gossip from media, but he won't be able to remember her name. The name he couldn't stop calling as he made love to her that night!

Estella's brows connected as she wondered if she should call if love-making or random orgasm from a worthless poor girl like her that was available. She couldn't even tell if she was feeling outrageous or just sad as she clenched her fist, shook, and her breath shortened. It seems like she was trying to breathe when the ac of the car is normal and cold, even, though the space between them is enough to keep them locked for days.

As a strong young woman Estella's 23 years old experience of being calm had taught her to be extremely calm, take deep breaths and fake a smile. Despite the efforts, she still couldn't get her voice as she struggled with not talking to make a sound till she can do it without crying.

"You are telling me that this is not a TV Series but a reality kinda stuff?" Estella found her voice sooner than she had expected "Why wasn't I informed so I can know if I want to be into this or not?"

"I regret to make you mad or feel sad but in our five months of research, we haven't found a person fit for the job," Tyler said, "My parents have seen my pictures with so many of them and they would immediately know I don't love them!" He moved closer to her.

Not so close as he was sitting opposite her in the limo. His cold gaze studied Estella for a while before he brought out his phone and began to go through it.

"As you all know I am a billionaire and my father is also very stinky rich as well," Tyler said nonchalantly "Lately, there is a report that his diabetes is getting out of hand and I am scared that he might die soon without passing his wealth to me".

"He can just put it in a will!" Estella suggested.

"He did but it all went back you know" Tyler set his phone aside and look up at his bride-to-be "As I am the only child from his first late wife and gat a lot of step-siblings who also want his wealth. He believes in true love, romance, family, happiness, and commitments" He scoffed "Those words are just so strange and I know I can't do it".

He moved closer to Estella so that their face here was meeting and he nodded. The tip of his nose touched hers as if they were about to kiss and he pulled away just as he had come.

"I won't want to have a gold digger as a contract wife and mind you I don't trust you either," Tyler said, "Since we have reached this far, the contract is supposed to be four years but I will make it three years, nine months and two weeks".

"What's that supposed to mean?" Estella scoffed.

"It means I let some weeks out for you and do not need any argument from you" Tyler snapped "Honestly, I have seen few of the things I want from you and I don't want to make it stressful for me to assess" He moved back and collapsed in the chair.

"Are you kidding?" Estella adjusted on her seat "Bro that's so rude and arrogant" She looked at her shoulders and smiled widely "Mind you, I might not have the money but I intend to put people in their place, Mr. Gray. You can't just make me sign a contract telling me or making me believe it was a TV Series show only for me to act as your wife for four years! Do I look like one of those cheap models you pick?".

The look on Norman's face when he stared at Tyler hit Estella differently. It seems like Norman is afraid of Tyler and that alone is enough to have Estella pulling her hair and screaming. For all she cares, These men have wasted her time, stressed her so much, lie to her, let her into something she had a bad feeling about from the start, and now the so-called Tyler is sitting in front of her staring into her eyes like he can eat her raw over the little truth she had just said.

The awkward silence was more than the lightning sound. Too much that Norman couldn't bear to breathe well.

"I need to take a leak," he said.

"So, Estella" Tyler moved to sit beside her, so close that their skin could touch "If I ask you to pay me back for the rent and the 100 thousand dollars, will you be able to?" He placed his right hand over her shoulders "Because from what I am seeing, you have already used some for your tax, for loan you took when still working, church box and charity case?" He frowned "Look at you, All this yesterday!".

Estella's lips quivered. Not to cry but to scream, to pull her hair and punch someone right on the face. To scream again and drown in a bucket of ice cream and cry after.

"You should be grateful I employed you or you would have been somewhere in mid-Australia, living in the street". Tyler scoffed as he lowered his head to meet her gaze " I will do to you whatever I want because I am paying you for it".

"I am not having sex with a man whore like you!" Estella snapped "It's not part of my deal if I charge you for rape".

For the first time, Estella saw something like a reflection or expression. She actually noticed Tyler's sudden silence and loss of words. The man could only take deep breaths and squeezed her shoulder.

"Uhmm..."

So unintelligible, Tyler has nothing to say and it seems like he is trying to throw his own trauma and is so trying to be man enough. His arms rested on his thighs as he rubbed his clenched fist.

"Man whore is not even a word" Tyler found himself "As I said before, I pay you and I have access to all of you. But!" He paused as he moved back to his previous position opposite her "I won't be a beast to force you, Estella, that would be so inhuman".

Tyler searched his pocket phone for his phone and went through it for some seconds. He didn't bother to look at Estella's broken face.

Not long, Norman walked in. He looks a bit fresher than before or has ever been. His hair was glued back in a perfect style as he took his previous seat.

"Have her look like the Internet, we are going to the Solomon Islands to make a breathtaking proposal" Tyler said to Norman but his gaze was fixed on Estella.