Chapter 2 Meeting the bermaid...

Common sense should tell you that this is how we carry out our duties here, Mr." She challenged back. She wasn't the type to shy away when humiliated. "If you are looking for where to pass out your frustrations, I advise you to leave this place," she added, her lips pouting towards him.

"How dare you?" Ethan stood up in anger. Clinton on the other hand was enjoying the show, the girl was a daring type, she readily challenged the most successful billionaire.

"Ethan you have to calm down, just let her be," Clinton quickly stopped him before things would get out of hand.

"You should learn manners from your friend, he is more gentlemanly," she complimented Clinton and boldly walked away.

"I won't let her get away with this," he said, gnashing his teeth in anger.

"Ha ha ha ha..." Clinton laughed out so loud.

"What's funny?"

"A barmaid stood up to the most famous handsome billionaire, it's obvious she doesn't know who you are." Clinton was trying very hard to stop himself from laughing.

"She is really something else, the other girls I have met always wanted me, but for the first time an ordinary barmaid didn't acknowledge my looks," he sounded like he had been robbed of his glory. His gaze turned dark.

"You can't blame her though, she's equally beautiful and hot, even in such an ordinary wear, I wonder how she would look in skimpy tight dresses." Clinton praised.

"You fool, stop daydreaming about that low class girl, remember we have to find a solution to my problem."

"Well your smart friend has found a solution already."

"And what is that solution?" Ethan asked in doubt.

"Hire a girl to pretend as your wife, then when your dad transfers the properties to your name, you settle her and she goes her way." Clinton explained.

"You are such a genius, you came up with such an idea without great difficulty," Ethan's face brightened in happiness, he really admired his friend's intelligence.

"Let's make a toast then." Ethan said raising his bottle of whiskey up.

"To our friendship," Clinton, said lifting his own bottle.

"Cheers." Their bottles collided at once.

Clinton drank to stupor while Ethan tried his very best to remain sober. He was very aware that if both of them got drunk, no one would be in the right state of mind to drive the car.

"I am going to the rest room to pee, I'll be back soon and then we go back home," Ethan said walking out.

"Be quick!" Clinton shouted.

"Ok," he replied.

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"I can't find the rest room anywhere," Ethan said, tapping to the figure that was talking on the phone.

"Give me a second," she said to Ethan and ended her call.

"The toilet is on the other side of the corridor," she said, turning towards him.

"You!!!" They both exclaimed, pointing at themselves.

"What are you doing here, huh? Who gave you the right to touch me?" She scolded, "you are such a shameless man, you have only come here to bully me, right?" She queued up her questions.

"Shut up you little slut, why do you have so much ego when you are just an ordinary barmaid? Do not get your hopes too high, I only came here to pee." His stare so cold and intense.

She wasn't moved by his stern face at all or so she acted, "wow, I'm sure you must have earned a degree in lying because the way to the rest room is over there," she said gesturing her hands to the other corridor.

"This is my first time coming here, so how do you expect me to know that," Ethan said in an irritated tone.

"Quit your lies, so many men have fallen head over hills for me but I didn't really expect an arrogant man like you would also pick interest in me," she intentionally mocked him.

She saw her angry he became, so she tried moving away from him to avoid any mishaps. Before she could flee from him, he held on to her elbow and pressed her down on the wall.

"How dare you?" She voiced out in anger.

"And how dare you try to walk out on me?" He answered her question with a question.

"Do you know how many wrongs you have done to me this evening?

"I don't." She still seemed fierce, even she was scared within herself.

"Don't you have any idea of who I am and what I can do to you?" He was clearly boiling in rage.

"Well I do not care who you are and neither do I care to know." She said, adding to his anger.