Chapter 4 Caught red-handed

Adrienne's POV

"Stop the car," Gideon instructed the driver who halted immediately.

"If you were not willing to go, why did you enter?" Gideon raised his eyebrows in query. I disliked how mellow he seemed.

"My boss is outside. How can you manipulate him into letting me go? Just like that? Aren't you curious about what my parents would say if I had any? Am I some useless being that could be instructed anyhow?" I complained bitterly. I felt worthless by their actions.

"See it as if you were being transferred by your workplace. Besides, I will pay you any amount you want. The last time I checked, you wailed about some guys after your life. You wanted me to be your anything, remember" he muttered, his eyes pointed directly to me. As if I was whacked with reality, I reflected that I was instructed to be back at the dungeon called home.

Never.

"Oh..yeah...I.." I stuttered.

"Out" Gideon suddenly commanded. My heart skipped in remorse as I felt ashamed until I saw the chauffeur open the car door. He walked a few distance away from us before Gideon stared at me intensely.

"Who are those after you?" He demanded in his deep voice. His eyes focused on mine as they glowed with concern.

I was mute for a few seconds as I glanced at him out of uncertainty. "I owe some gang leaders money. Apparently, my mother borrowed the money before she died and I am the only one left to pay up. It's quite a huge buck. Embarrassing right?" I lied and laughed nervously as I fixed the strands of my hair to the back of my ear.

"You are lying" he grunted without blinking his eyes away from me.

"Well...it's left for you to believe" I sounded harshly while he chuckled.

"What's funny?" I frowned. I glimpsed at him to meet those endearing eyes of his on me "Stop staring at me" I eyed him in displeasure.

"You might be wondering why I insisted on being discharged this morning," he muttered in a serious tone.

"I don't care," I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. I realized I was overreacting and released my arms, but he was just smiling as he stole glances at me.

"Ok. I have a conference this evening, and I want you to be my woman" he revealed and looked away the moment I turned my head to him.

"I can't do that." I refused.

"You will be reimbursed with any amount you want. You can clear your mother's supposed debt with it " he tried to convince me.

Hiring a fake partner was common but I can't.

"Money isn't the problem," I insisted.

"Let the rumour spread that you are my woman. They wouldn't dare to touch what is mine after all. Whether a gang or some mafia group" Gideon murmured with dread dripping in his tone. His gaze reverted to a terrifying sight that I almost jerked backward in fear.

"You want me to be your contract girlfriend and personal Nurse?" I asked, feeling extremely dismal at my situation. Yesterday morning, I had a usual affectionate discussion with my man, and this morning I am bound to act as some wealthy man's girlfriend.

That jerk ex of mine even refused to call.

"I don't like the word girlfriend. I would prefer a contract fiancee. The people we will be meeting at the conference are my age, but the majority of them are fathers and mothers. Besides, it's not a bad idea for me to bring a woman along for the first time" He explained.

"Why don't you get married then? Do you know how many ladies would die to be your woman? Truly, you are more than old enough to be married. You're probably 38?" I stared in worry as the thought that he might be infertile crossed my mind.

"37" he corrected.

I paused and... "That's a freaking fourteen years difference!" I covered my mouth in horror.

"That's more reason for you to respect me" he teased with his eyes monitoring every move of my body.

"I can't be what you want me to be if there isn't reassurance for my safety. You were shot for goodness sake and what if...." I groused in misery.

Gideon signalled to his chauffeur and ignored my lament. Immediately he started the car, the other two black buses followed behind.

"We are heading to the mall to get you a dress. This city is killing me already. If not for that mine ore, I wouldn't find myself here" Gideon complained and rubbed his bruise. I stared at him and quickly looked away before he caught me.

"You know...I don't give a damn about people's thoughts, but I just think it will be worth it if I try you out. My mother just wouldn't stop complaining about wanting a grandchild from me. If she sees you, she will be a bit relieved" he grunted and scrunched his face as he mentioned kids.

"Were you prepared for all this before? If you are, where is the contract document?" I asked.

"There is no need for a contract. My rules are 1) You must not meet up with your ex both publicly and privately. I do not want to know how long you guys have been. 2) You are mine until the next four months. The third one would be delayed." he elucidated and went mute.

"You won't ask for my rules?" I scoffed in disbelief.

"I don't abide by anyone's rules" he spat rudely.

Arrogant bear.

"You do not have the right to control me, Mr. Gideon. After all, it's all business and I will cooperate and do my part right while you also do yours" I declared.

"Give me your phone." he appealed.

"No"

"You will need my phone number in the future," he insisted, and I thought he was reasonable. I pulled my phone out of my suit pocket and unlocked it.

Gideon unexpectedly yanked the phone from me. He turned it off and on it again to scan the wallpaper closely. "If this is the way you will treat me..." I was talking when he cut me in mid-sentence.

"Why is he on your wallpaper?!" he bellowed for the first time since we got to know each other.

"Why the yell? He is my ex. You can't expect me to forget everything about him just after the previous night. It was a freaking three years relationship!" I rushed my words out as I noticed his pupils dilated, making his eyes dark and dangerous.

"I see why innocent and good women get hurt." he shakes his head in acknowledgment. "You date boys instead of men," he growled and scoffed in wonder.

"What is your point?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Jeffery is my nephew" his nostrils flare as he breathes.

Gideon would have been like my uncle too if Jeffery had not cheated on me. What will I do now? I am distressed about being a fiancee to my ex's uncle.