Chapter 5 PRETENDING WITH A BILLONAIRE

Halle's POV

He took me-his new make-believe girlfriend by the hands and headed towards his office. As soon as he closed the door I yanked herself away from me.

"What the hell was that?" I asked and he could see the fierce part of me. He smirked.

As the fire burned in my eyes.

Who the hell does this guy think he is to put me in such a compromising situation. Maybe he was one of those far-off entitled cousins of the cruise family who feels everyone should do his bidding just as he pleases. I glared at him with a smirk on his face, I felt like slapping him-punching him. He didn't even ask for my consent before using me for his bidding. Then I gazed at the office I just entered, it was bigger than my entire house. Books everywhere with a center desk with multiple desktops and an executive chair. At the other corner of the room was a black leather couch with a tempered glass table in front of it. I have never seen a place as luxurious and well furnished as this. Then I began to panic, no one knew I was here, no one would come to my rescue.

I rushed towards the door to leave then he quickly grabbed me.

"Woa, woa, where do you think you are going." He asked with a grin on his face.

"I have work to continue," I answered, striving to loosen his grip.

"No you don't, I just told my mum some moment ago that you were my girlfriend, what would she think when she finds out you are a cleaner?" He said making me feel inferior and unimportant.

"I am a cleaner, who gave you the right to make me pose as your girlfriend."

He glared at me and his eyes beamed with impending laughter.

"Who gave me the right?" He chuckled.

The courage of this guy, he actually forced me to play his girlfriend and now he makes me his prisoner.

"Can you stop being stubborn and sit down, relax and enjoy"

The nerve of this guy, now he gets to call me stubborn.

"Hey mister, I don't know who you are and why you think I will go along with this but, I am not your girlfriend, I have a boyfriend already"

He gazed at me, he stayed quiet, he didn't say a thing-he took a key from his pocket, heading to the door.

"What the hell are you doing mister" I yelled out at him and he locked the door and smiled.

"You aren't going anywhere,"

"I will scream," I threatened.

He chuckled again " the room is soundproof, no sound can go in or come out."

Soundproof!

Did he just say soundproof!! I began to panic again, I am left at his mercy. Anything can happen to me in this room and no one would know, no one would hear me.

"So sweetheart, just relax and take a chill pill" he muttered, returning to his desk.

"What is your name?"

He looked at me and switched on his desktop.

"Okay, what is your job here? I asked again.

"For a girl that doesn't want to be my girlfriend, you sure do ask a lot of questions like one." He remarked, my dad always told me I was too inquisitive. Sometimes he said my struggle to know more-to do more is not only my strength but also a weakness. Sometimes I wondered if those comments were compliments or rebukes.

"I have a boyfriend and I love him so much"

"Does he love you?" He asked, I assume he was teasing me but it sounded different.

"What do you mean by that?"I asked again, utterly confused by his statement.

"Sometimes love can be one-sided, just take an example of you and me, I just told my mom now you are my girlfriend and you are here refusing to be my girlfriend because you have a boyfriend. It hurts you know" he let out a dramatic exasperated gasp.

"You are kidding me right, is this all a joke to you"

"No, I am being serious. I need a pretend girlfriend, at least it will get my mom off my back" he muttered.

"Well, I can't be your pretend girlfriend. As I said, I have a boyfriend and I don't double-date."

"Even if it is a pretend date, I am not asking you to date me, or do all the girlfriend duties"

Did he just say girlfriend duties?

"What do you mean by girlfriend?" I asked again.

"Halle has anyone ever told you, you ask an awfully lot of questions"

He wasn't asking me, at least he recalls my name now, my name sounds different coming to him.

"Why shouldn't I ask a lot of questions, you dragged me from my duty, I might probably get fired for that, you then kidnapped me and locked me in this room,"

He all of a sudden burst into uncontrollable laughter, his face softened, and the firm and irritable look he had earlier disappeared.

"Did you just say kidnapped," he said coming closer to me, my legs began to shiver and he closed the distance between us. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his breath felt minty,

"You__you__forcefully brought me here," I began to stutter.

He placed a finger on my cheeks, my body turned stiff, I tried to move but I couldn't, he trailed down using his index finger to my neckline. Then he paused and rubbed his finger and cleaned off a little stain of dirt from my neck. I sighed.

"Your face is dusty go clean up in the bathroom"

He said pointing at a door in the room and just like I was being remote, I found the strength to move and went into the toilet. It was also big, I used a tissue paper to clean my face after rinsing it with the water, I strode back to the office and I could see him working already, he didn't even look up at me. I sat down on the couch, I was really tired-extremely stressed out. I closed my eyes and I could feel them getting heavy, slowly growing weak, I was finding it difficult to keep them open-soon I gave up fighting and let them shut close, for a minute.

Just a minute.