Chapter 4 His payment

Raven

Oh Gosh!!! I screamed in the inside of my head as I slowly made my way to my office. I had just slumped into my seat when someone knocked on the door. I did'nt't have to open to know who was there, that gentle knock belonged to no one else.

"Come in," I yelled.

"Morning Mrs. Kinsley," greet my assistant as he handed me a cup of coffee.

"Pitch black, just the way I like it," I muttered smiling at him, only for him to award me with one of those shy smiles of his.

"What's the days schedule?"

"Texture and color sorting at 10, meeting with the designers at 12, lunch at your favorite cafe at 7 and ...."

I was quiet listening to him go on and on about the boring schedule, when the door to my office was burst open by Chanel, head of public and marketing relations call her "PM" more of pain in my ass.

That foolish girl, how many times had I asked her to knock before entering, next time I won't warnher, I think a letter firing her from her job, would suit her better.

Stupid girl! She thinks she can act the way she likes just because she fucks the CEO. Well she is wrong, am Coo and I will definitely not let this happen, not on my watch. Am aware of her crazy fantasies of thinking she can ever replace me, but as far as I know social climbers always find a way of ending back in the dirt where they belong. At least that's what happens in all the movies I've watched.

"What do you want?" I growled not bothering to hide my dislike for her.

"Bring the papers I gave you at 10" I winked at my PA and watched him leave, more of stumble on his own shoes. Who the hell steps on their own shoes like that.

The moment he closed the door my eyes turned to Mrs. social climber. Oh God! I hate the girl, the only reason she still has this job is because her dad is a friend of Mr. Coven, she does'nt't even deserve to work at this company.

"What do you want?" I spat out my irritation visible to her.

"I wanted us to discuss issues about the new lingerie section you added. Currently we need a covergirl for it but am not sure any of the models we have will be able to bring up the Luxe brand."

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Luxe, that's the name I gave to our new brand, though am not quite sure how we will be able to make it work. Trevor should be the one handling it since it was his stupid idea but the jerk threw it all on me.

Speaking of jerks, my door was burst open again, okay now I was so losing it.

"How many times do I have to fuckin tell you all to knock??" I shouted so loud am sure the entire building heard me.

"Am sorry Mrs. Kinsley, it's just that this is urgent," Timmy said in a shaky voice.

Seeing that it was actually him and not some other person made me cool down.

"Timothy, what can be so urgent for you to just burst into your boss's office in that manner?" I inquired my eyes glued to chanel.

"Tell me Mr. Lancaster, do you think this is a restroom that you could just walk in and out the way you wish," I was talking to Timmy but my brow was corked at Chanel,I hope she was smart enough to realize that my words were directed to her instead.

"Ma'am, your wheels have been removed."

"What the fuck!" I almost fell out of my seat. "Who did it? That's my favorite car!"

"Ma'am it's your husband"

By the time he mentioned husband, I was actually out of the building into my parking spot already. Of course there was no one damn enough to do such a thing, there was only one person and that happened to be ...

"Trevor Noahhh," I shouted at the top of my lungs as I watched the asshole toss my car tires at the back of some ugly truck. The thing was so ugly, which made me wonder where he got it from.

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"Give me back my tires," I shouted making sure I was loud enough to be heard over the loud bustling traffic on the busy New York streets.

"Am sorry to say this, wifey but am not giving them back!" He chuckled.

That fool, I was so going to wipethat smile off his face.

"You better give them back or else I will.."

"Will what?" He interjected my sentence. "We both know there is nothing you can do to me."

And that is what hurt me the most, the fact that I got married to a pesky most annoying fool in the whole world and I had nothing to do about it, the moment I divorce him I will be left with nothing, not even this job that I love so much, I'll probably end up on the streets.

If only I was given birth to by a sane man and not someone has useless as Charles Ravenswood, maybe I would'nt't be in this kind of mess. Before my father died he had lost all his property because of his gambling addiction, the only thing that was left was the dress making company he had given to my mom as a gift on their wedding but the company was also on the verge of collapsing since ever since mom died no one had taken care of it.

My parents and Mr. Kinsley were best friends so he decided to buy my mom's "Amore" and he turned it into the best fashion company in New York, "Amore House of Fashion", at least he kept my mom's initial name for the company.

He bought the company to save me from a life of poverty and misery since I was his god daughter but he did that on one condition which was for me to marry his stupid, damn excuse of a son. Now you finally see why am stuck in this marriage.

Not once in my life did I ever think I would ever get married to dad's rich spoilt brat but now here I was stuck with him for life. A boy in a man's skin for a husband. The only thing he knew in life was to party and fuck all the witches he wanted. He is officially NYC's number one playboy. Am so unlucky to have him for a husband.

"Give it you fool?" I folded my arms on my chest, trying to look as imposing as I could but instead the asshole burst into laughter, it hurts to say that with a smile like an angels there is nothing up there in his head.

"I won't, he said copying my posture as well. This was getting so annoying.

Okay he was so making me lose it, without thinking I took off one of my heels and tossed it at him but he was quick to catch it before it made contact with his stupidhandsome face. I was just about to take off the other shoe when Timothy came out of nowhere and grabbed my hand stopping me before I made my hit.

"Don't try to stop me, let me finish him off today," I said angrily trying to pull my hand out of his grip but God! I have to say he was strong. Okay now I was really starting to wonder how he would be like in bed.

"Why are you trying to stop me?"

"Because," he turned me around making me come face to face with a very big crowd of people holding cameras and phones at me. Okay now this was so fucked up.

"We have to get away from them as soon as possible, this will be bad publicity for the company." I said.

Timmy nodded, grabbing me by the waist. "My shoe," I muttered trying to look for my second heel only to watch my stupid husband smirking mischievously as he carried it to his lips and kissed it.

"I love you so much wifey," he shouted as his ugly truck drove away, I could hear him laugh hysterically at my situation before the car disappeared from my sight.

Now I had nothing to do but walk all the way back to my officein one shoe. Timothy took off his coat, covered it over my head hiding my face from the paparazzi as he lead us away from all the cameras. With all those people around there was no way my father in law was'nt't going to find out about what happened.

I was so done for!!