Chapter 5 Neat VS Messy

"He's your friend?" Nicholas asked, pointing his chin at Trey Cole. Rachel frowned, her eyes falling on Nicholas's arms around her waist.

"Rachel?" Trey's voice brought her to her senses. She smiled stiffly, "Trey Cole? I didn't expect to meet you here!" she said as she tried to free herself from Nicholas but she failed, he didn't let go of his hand.

"Yeah, my office is nearby, you lived here?" asked Trey looking at Rachel with a frown.

"No..."

"Yes you are, you lived here, once we get married this place will be yours too..." Nicholas suddenly interrupted Rachel's words. He looked at her with raised eyebrows. Rachel grimaced but didn't say anything.

Trey nodded his head a few times, "Maybe we can drink together sometime!" he said with a smile on his face.

Nicholas cleared his throat loudly, "You're going to be busy with wedding preparations, aren't you?" said him, he winked one eye at Rachel who was staring at him in annoyance.

"Yeah, I think so, just put your number here, I'll call you later when there's no disturbance," she said as she stomped on Nicholas' feet, who immediately let go of her hand, she took her cellphone and held it to Trey.

"Well then, see you guys later!" said trey after he put his number on Rachel's cellphone, he smiled at her who looked at him in amazement.

"He's so handsome..." she muttered to herself.

Nicholas snorted, "Handsome? Really? He's nothing compared to me! Hurry up, you still want your money or not?" he said while walking away, leaving Rachel who was still watching Trey's back with admiration on her face.

"Can't you just act normal? You just ruined my meeting with the only man I've ever loved!" chirped Rachel as she followed Nicholas' wide stride.

"You have a low taste!" said Nicholas nonchalantly. Rachel scrunched up her face, becoming even more irritated. "Excuse me? Do you think you're better than him?! You're just a spoiled brat who doesn't know what hard work is!" she said curtly.

"What did you say? Spoiled brat? Don't say something that you don't know," he hissed, he pressed the elevator button and went inside with a cold face. Rachel immediately fell silent, she didn't know Nicholas could be offended by her words.

The elevator shot up to the 68th floor, there was no conversation between them for that long.

Seconds later the elevator clinked open, Rachel stepped out after Nicholas. She was greeted by a long hallway with marble floors lit by bright lamps. They walked down the hall and ended up in a luxurious black door. Nicholas put his fingers on the scanner, and soon the door opened.

Looking at the room in front of her, Rachel literally gaped. All the furniture was dominated by luxurious black and white colors, the most prominent of which was a chandelier installation that she knew costs up to three million dollars.

"How much do you offer?" Rachel asked suddenly.

Nicholas who was standing in front of the glass wall was surprised, he turned to look at Rachel with a frown.

"You fill in the nominal yourself, let's see..." He pulled out his cell phone, opening the agreement document Rachel filled out while drunk last night.

"Hmmm, you're asking for two million dollars on top of all your debt," Nicholas said, holding back a laugh.

Rachel glared, "I have to change the number! I filled that amount while I was unconscious!" she babbled. How could her price be cheaper than the price of a chandelier! That didn't make any sense!

Nicholas shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever, you can use that laptop to revise the contents of the contract, I'm going to take a shower," he said, pointing to a laptop lying on the lounge table.

"Don't touch anything except the laptop and don't change the layout of the room at all, put everything back where it belongs, you understand?" chirped Nicholas anxiously, he never liked anyone else touching what was his.

Rachel pouted, the corners of her lips lifting upwards. "No wonder you're still single until now..." she mumbled annoyed.

She walked to the lounge and sat on the super-soft white sofa.

"The couch is so nice! I could fall asleep if I sat here too long!" she babbled as she put her feet on it.

Nicholas glared, "Put your feet down!" he snapped, walking briskly over to Rachel and pulling her feet down to the floor.

"Don't even try! Look at your filthy feet staining my couch! What a savage!" he muttered in disbelief. Rachel snorted, "Oh God! You're such a bitch! At least give me a drink or a snack!" she babbled, her hand reaching out to take the laptop off the table.

"Are you human? You just finished a heavy meal and now you're asking for a snack? Is there a giant worm in your stomach?" Nicholas said in disbelief, his eyes on Rachel from head to toe.

Rachel snorted, "You stingy bastard! You don't have to call me savage just because you don't want to give me your snacks!" she snapped, glancing at Nicholas with pursed lips.

Nicholas just shook his head, he turned around and left leaving Rachel who was sticking her tongue out behind him.

After Nicholas was out of sight, Rachel returned to her focus on the laptop in her lap and began busily revising the contract. She unconsciously did it with a smile, she could imagine that her life would soon be better and brighter without the collectors who were constantly looking for her. Having finished revising the contract and satisfied with the result, she got up and headed for the refrigerator.

"Wow! He's really obsessed with neatness! Such a freak!" she mumbled, gazing in amazement at the neatly arranged rows of bottles and cans in front of her.

She took a bucket of almond chocolate ice cream and a bottle of San Pellegrino then she sat down on a stool in front of the long marble table.

"It's so delicious!" she muttered as she shoved another large scoop of ice cream into her mouth. But suddenly the ice cream melted and fell onto the marble table.

"NOOOOOOO!" a scream rang out from the stairs, she turned to find Nicholas was staring at her with a murderous look that made her wince.

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