Chapter 4 She's my girlfriend.

Chapter 4:

"Woohoo!! Bessie screamed out, going wild in excitement. I am going to cancel every fu-king order I have for a month. We are going to ball throughout the contract days." She said this, wriggling her waist in a happy manner.

I couldn't help but laugh. My eyes were red and puffy. I still shivered violently when I remembered how scared I was when Michael found out.

When he mentioned ending my life, terror trickled down my legs. Fear left me drained and damp. I didn't hear the statement that followed when he threatened me.

He yanked me off the ground, tightened his grip on my wrist, pushed me to the wall, and held my neck with his big palm, choking me.

"You will become my girlfriend for two months, and after that, I'll treat your mess."

He threw me down, back to the ground, and dumped a card on my body. That will be yours for the period we are together. Change your wardrobe and get yourself a Maybach GLS car. You must dress like a heiress, someone who comes from an affluent society. It's a must that you act like one, even though you can never be one." Michael warned.

He shoved me out of his office. I had just escaped a sudden death. I scampered to my feet and left for Bessie's apartment.

After telling her the ordeal I passed through in the hands of Michael, I showed her the Apex credit card Michael had given me and told her what he ordered me to get for myself.

She whirled in happiness before giving me a warm hug. "Everything is falling in the right places; soon, you will become rich. You are the girlfriend of Michael Lucas, and I am the best friend of the girlfriend of Michael Lucas," she hollered in glee.

Her cheery attitude brought me out of my grief. She gave me a warm embrace and made a hot cup of coffee to help calm down my fears.

***

We rode in my new blue Maybach GLS car. Bessie was the one driving. She plied the road at high speed. We drove to the biggest clothing boutique. Bessie parked the car in grand style. "Dress like a heiress; isn't that what he told you?"

I nodded in affirmation. "Good, let's walk with a majestic gait, just as a heiress does." She said it with a big smile on her face. I returned the smile as we walked hand in hand into the boutique to pick out every piece of clothing of our choice.

I am fair and about 5 feet, 6 inches tall. I have long, black, coily hair. I have a round face with a straight nose. With me being tall, I was blessed with curved hips, but not with large breasts. My breasts were small, but it didn't stop me from being attractive.

Every dress I put on sat perfectly on me. Bessie's mouth never ran dry of compliments. "You are drop dead gorgeous... Michael is going to go crazy when he sees you on that.....OMG!! Ava, will you marry me??" She continued praising my beauty, making me blush excessively.

***

Every Friday, Michael usually hosts a talk show on how to invest and make more money. He had never allowed me to follow him, but this Friday, he made me tag along.

I was dressed in a blue V-neck T-shirt with a high-waisted trouser. I wore black high heels to match. I let my hair fall to the side of my face, covering a part of my face. I added a bit of makeup and wore some jewelry. I was looking classy, not flashy, thanks to Bessie.

Michael didn't spare me a glance when he came to pick me up. He hated being around females, and with me sitting with him in his car, he was feeling irritated.

The event he hosted was over. He introduced me as his girlfriend during the event, and that earned a shocking reaction from everyone.

As we moved to the car, presenters flashed their cameras at us, and different questions were being directed at Michael.

"When did you two start dating?"

"How long has your relationship been with her?"

"Your news is so sudden. Are you planning on getting married to her that's why you introduced her to everyone?"

"How much do you love her?"

Love? The opposite of what Michael had for me. The last question was supposed to be directed at me. I love Michael; it was love at first sight.

Michael was a handsome demi-god. The aura around him screamed beauty with his tall and muscularly built body, and his deep blue eyes, which were shaped like those of a fox, were darkened with no trace of emotions in them. He had a chiseled jawline with a well-shaved beard, which gave him a manly look. His hair was also long, and it fell to his neck. Because of his looks, many ladies drooled over him but couldn't have him.

Announcing me as his girlfriend threw everyone into a fit of confusion mixed with bewilderment.

Michael's phone rang. He picked up his phone, and when he saw the name of the camera, his face darkened. "Meet me at the Rangers Lounge." He said this over the phone before ending the call.

We got to the Rangers lounge, and I met everyone muttering and pointing at Penny Douglas, a famous model.

Gosh!! Penny is back in town. What's she doing here? I thought, amazed at her beauty.

"Oh my!! Penny Douglas is so pretty." I muttered unconsciously, and Michael heard me.

"One more stupid remark about that bitch, and I'll drain the blood out of you." He threatened me with fury.

I clamped my hands over my mouth. "You aren't talking forever again." I said to myself,.

We both walked to Penny's table, which had an expensive wine on it. She eyed me with no regard before sending a sweet smile to Michael, who looked like he wanted to throw up.

Michael declined her offer to make an order. She began the conversation, turning to face me.

"You are Michael's girlfriend, right?" I nodded.

"Please, speak out." She said,

"Don't force her to do what she doesn't want to." Michael said on my behalf.

She ignored him and continued. " How long have you been with him?"

I lost my tongue. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for my reply.

"Since yes....." I gave out a yelp as Michael pushed the wine on the table, making it pour on Penny.