Chapter 5 Five - A plan to get Revenge

As he promised, he didn't bother me anymore while I was with my friends. We enjoyed everything in LA. From 'The Home of Hollywood' to casinos, we enjoyed everything in just a week. We went to the beach and took a lot of pictures. Not to mention, I was a bit suspicious of Diya and James because they were flirting like hell.

Although they wouldn't admit it, I think they had something going on because after the beach party, both of them vanished. We found them the next day as if nothing happened.

"Man, it was the best moment of my life." Diya exclaimed as James and I nodded.

"Of course, since you both were the ones who enjoyed it the most." I teased and both of them stiffened. My gaze narrowed at them and James just ran away to Timothy's side.

Sus!

"So, care to tell me, what is going on?" I asked, crossing my hands above my chest.

"Umm... Nothing, really." Diya said, giving a nervous chuckle and Emma said, "Sure. As if we are all blind."

"Alright! We had some sort of..." Diya mumbled, "sex..."

We both looked at her with wide eyes. "What?!"

"Well, we aren't in any relationship. It was just casual sex. But yeah..." She said, looking away from us.

"Are you guys in love or?" Emma asked.

"No..."

We nodded because we knew between Diya and James, it was impossible. They lived far away and having a distant relationship was impossible for Diya. She had a really bad trust issue. James, on the other hand, was more into hookups. He even hooked up with all the girls in our college except Diya and me. But now, even Diya wasn't spared.

It would be a disastrous relationship if they got into one, that is.

"Anyways, send me the pictures please." Emma said for the umpteenth time as I said, "Yes, yes, I just keep forgetting. I will send you once I get home."

"But you will forget because you'll be busy getting married with that douche bag." Diya said, reminding everyone of Mathew again.

I groaned. "Don't remind me!"

It was our last night and we all had flights the next day. However, Emma and Timothy were going back at midnight. Timothy had to join the next day thus, they departed to their room to pack up things while I went to my room. I opened my laptop and sent them the pictures and was about to take a nap. My doorbell rang.

I got up believing it was either Emma or Diya but when I opened the door, I saw it was Mathew. I should have looked through the glass.

I was about to close the door on his face but he placed one of his legs and said, "Is this how you treat your husband?"

"You are not my husband!"

"Would-be-husband." He added with a smirk.

"Would-not-be-husband!" I corrected it.

"C'mon, let me enter. We need to talk." He said with a straight face as I struggled to close the door.

"No! I don't want to talk."

He rolled his eyes and pushed the door so hard that I was about to fall backward. However, he caught me. I immediately yanked myself away from him as if I just got burnt by his touch and glared at him as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Talk!" I said, sending daggers from my eyes. "Make it fast because I want to have a peaceful sleep."

"You can still sleep while I am around since we had..." I took the pillow and threw it at his face.

He caught it in the air and smirked. He knew how to push my buttons and I hated it.

His eyes checked me out in my short pajama from tip to toe and I crossed my hands above my chest.

"You look nice." He said as a grin appeared in his lips.

"I don't want to hear that from you, thank you very much." I gave him my most beautifully disgusted face.

"Your flight tickets are canceled since you will be coming with me in my private jet." He said as I blinked at him. What?

"What? Why? Who asked you to do that?" I asked in a frustrated voice and my stomach started to boil in anger. There were some things I absolutely hated, which included not letting me know beforehand.

"Well, since our parents had arranged a small family dinner, we both are expected to reach there by tomorrow 8."

"Nobody said that to me."

"Or maybe you were too busy to see your phone?" He raised a brow.

I checked my phone and saw 21 missed calls. Okay... I forgot to put it back on ringtone mode because mom was calling me after every one hour to make sure no one mistakenly abducted me or, maybe she was scared that I'd be doing so many one-night stands.

I wasn't even into those things.

Anyways, the fact Mathew was still in LA was fishy. Well, I heard—or searched, more like spied on his social media accounts and read all those magazines paparazzi wrote on him—he'd always go around the globe for his businesses and he had almost 12 girlfriends in the past. His current girlfriend was unknown. So, why was he staying here when he always travels after every two-three days?

"If that's what you wanted to say, you said it. Now, get out." I said, pointing out at the door.

He feigned being hurt and said, "You hurt me, Stella."

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't even hurting him as much as he had hurt me. Did he even know that?

I bet he didn't care and I was one hundred percent sure he was hooking up while he was staying here. Since, he had said it himself that all he cared about was bedding women.

If I counted all those nine years, I bet he was a walking STD now.

"Anyways, I am glad that you didn't really sleep with other men." He said and I narrowed my eyes on him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I was keeping an eye on you. I don't want people to start gossiping about my wife—once I get married—because it might hurt my business in the future." He said bluntly as a gape formed in my mouth.

"You are so sick! I will fuck whoever I want and I certainly don't care about your business." I hissed at him and now the anger was reaching my head.

He smirked as he came near but I didn't step back. When he reached me I realized he was really tall.

"You know, Stella, I have worked really hard all these years and I won't let anyone do any harm to my business even if it is you, my old ex-girlfriend." He said with a deep and threatening voice that I felt the intensity of it. He was serious. He stayed here to make sure I wouldn't do anything that would give the paparazzi some juicy gossip.

"Then don't marry me." I said sternly. "Because I will do exactly what you don't want me to do."

One of his eyebrows twitched and somehow it made me feel satisfied. Really satisfied. So... There was a way to push his buttons too, eh?

My mind formed a plan. Not a good one but a decent revenge plan. And I gave him a full blown grin as his jaw clenched.

He didn't say anything, only gave a glare. Before leaving, he said, "Be ready by 8 a.m. tomorrow."