《Burned (Hate at First Flight #2) ✔️》9. Two Can Play The Blackmail Game
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I was hot and bothered by the time the Alfred lookalike butler let me through the front door, and definitely not the good type.
In the fifty minutes since I'd left my house, I'd run to the Starbucks at the corner from my house, had to wait in line for twenty minutes before I got served then another ten minutes before I got my order, then I'd run to the bus stop.
Only after three minutes of skimming the bus routes did I discover there were absolutely no bus going to where the Burns lived, after all they were rich enough to not have to take a bus ever.
Trying to be as economically prudent as I could be, I decided to take a bus that stopped about eight blocks from their street then catch a cab over if I had time to spare. After all, my asshole of an employer's son gave me a time limit of forty minutes.
Sad to say I had to use more money that I had planned to this morning.
I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath as I studied the interior of the house. Actually, house would be an understatement. This place was an estate.
Despite having to run past the gate and its guard and up to the main house, I couldn't miss the impressive architecture that it took to build such beauty. It was designed in a Victorian age construction, maintaining the elegance of that time while the interior was modern. An intricate blend of both the ancient and modern beauty.
There was a huge staircase leading up to the floors above. A long passage to my right with an endless amount of doors that led to mysterious places and on my let was a living room so huge it looked like a ballroom where the rich had their end of year functions.
The theme of the house as far as I'd seen was creme and black, with a little white thrown in. On the wall by the staircase was a painting of a woman.
Without meaning to I left the coffee on the table next to the door and walked over to the painting.
Locks of fiery red that came alive as you stared at it, the greenest eyes that resembled the first leaves of spring, and the kindest smile that made me smile as I stared at the beautiful subject. She wore a simple black dress and a gorgeous diamond necklace graced her long neck.
The artist immortalized the woman perfectly. It felt like she was really there, as if she was not a painting but staring back at me, smiling at me.
I reached out, wanting to trace the painting with my fingers.
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Suddenly, my hand stopped short as a hand fiercely gripped it, fingers digging into my skin.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" A very angry Douglas Burns snaps as he glares at me, murder in his eyes.
How had I not noticed that his eyes were the same shade of green as the woman in the painting?
A hard squeeze on my hand brought my attention back to the murderous demon in front of me. I stepped back, trying to pull my arm out of his grasp, but he doesn't let go. "I was just..."
"Don't even think about putting your filthy hands on that," he grits out before he literally throws my hand out of his grip, looking disgusted. He turns around and walks to the living room.
I stood there, taken aback by his fit. I was just admiring the painting.
And did he just call my hands filthy?
Arrogant, good-for-noth--
"First you're late and now you're making me wait for you!" I heard him shout from the living room.
I rushed over, grabbed the coffee before heading into the living room.
He was on his knees, playing with a huge German Shepherd, smiling as the dog rolled on his back.
He actually liked animals. I thought he was an asshole that hated the existence of anything that didn't benefit him.
I instantly pitied the poor dog.
"Coffee," he demanded without a glance to me, holding out a hand.
I handed him a cup, keeping one for myself. He placed the cup on the coffee table beside him.
He held out his hand again. "Both of them."
I handed it to him, confused.
"Get the bowl by the door."
I grabbed the blue bowl with the word Prince printed on the side and handed it to him.
He placed it next to him and took a cup, pouring the contents into the bowl before placing it in front of the dog and saying, "Here you go Prince. Drink up."
Oh no! He didn't! He did not just give my coffee to his dog!
My face must have hilarious because as soon as Douglas looked up he burst out laughing.
"What?" He asked when I glared at him.
"Did you just give your...pup my coffee?"
He nodded as he got off his knees and stood up. "Trust me, it'll be better use compared to what it'll do to you." His eyes lingered on my body, ad if he was judging.
Did he just insinuate that I was fat?
"First off, I didn't choose to be here. Second, I don't even want to be here. Third, I'd rather scoop horse manure than work for you. Fourth, I haven't even had breakfast this morning and you gave my coffee to your dog. Your dog!"
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He smirked as if he found my raving hilarious. "There's the door," he nodded in the general direction of it. "You're free to leave if you want to."
"I'd rather not get on your fathers bad side."
"And so does every fucking person on this useless planet!" He exaggerated his statement with his hands thrown up. "Let's get this straight. I don't like you. I don't have to. As far as I'm concerned you're just like any other leech out there hoping to suck money out of us."
After everything I'd gathered about him, I wasn't even the least bit surprised the asshole was now calling me a gold digger.
"Your father came to me. Okay. Not the other way around. And as far as I'm concerned, I don't give a donkey's ass what you think about me. All I care about is doing my job and making sure I don't have to see your insufferable face ever again after this summer."
He chuckled with exaggeration. "My face is anything but insufferable. It is a gift of gods."
"Too bad it doesn't make up for that attitude of yours, now does it?" I arched a brow.
He scoffed. "You won't last much longer, little girl." Then he walked past me saying right before he walked out of the living room, "We'll be leaving in ten minutes."
* * *
Queens Club, the sign to the gated off area read as Douglas drove his luxurious car in and parked at a spot that had 'Reserved for D. Burns' written on sign in front.
So those spots with the whole reserved for signs belonged to people like this asshole!
Clearly we had arrived at a private, rich people's club where membership was worth as much as a semester's tuition fees. The building looked simple enough, yet maintained an air that one wouldn't confuse for just any building.
Trimmed hedges, a marble fountain and even a large expanse of land gave clues to the state of the place and its worth.
As soon as he turned off the engine to the car, he slipped on a pair of shades before he got out of the car without a word to me.
I quickly got out but he was already fifteen feet ahead of me, walking towards the entrance. "Wait up!" I called out as I quickened my pace to catch him.
He didn't show any sign of slowing down. Instead his pace seemed to quicken.
"You're being unreasonably childish," I called out.
Again, he didn't show any sign of listening to me as he reached the door and slipped within the tinted building.
I finally got up to him at the main desk where he was signing in. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, instead he pulled out his membership card and handed it to the girl behind the desk.
She entered something into her computer before handing him back the card. "Thank you, Mr Burns."
He nodded back an acknowledgement.
"And you are..." The girls attention was now on me.
"Uhm, I'm with him," I answered, pointing at Douglas.
She looked at him for confirmation.
He shrugged. "Haven't seen her before in my life."
What?
"What the are you doing?" I asked him.
He looked nonchalant, wearing a confused expression. "Seriously lady. I don't know who you are."
I turned towards the girl. "He's joking. We came here together."
She stared at me disbelievingly.
I didn't blame her. Considering my whole getup right now, I wouldn't believe me either if I was her.
I turned back to Douglas, arching a brow.
Instead he wears a smirk.
Oh, so this was his plan all along. Lose me at the club.
If he thought Krystal Sanders would be giving up that easily, he had another thing coming.
"Fine," I said as I pulled out my phone from my pocket.
I didn't miss the look of elation that crossed his face.
"I wonder what your father will think about this," I added as I smiled innocently at him. "Hope you said goodbye to those company shares of yours." I pulled up my contacts.
He gave me a disbelieving look as if he knew I wouldn't dare.
Well he didn't know me that well. Plus, without my coffee I was definitely not a happy camper.
"Now," I stared at my phone thoughtfully, "what did I list him as? Mr Burns or Father to the biggest asshole alive?"
He walked over instantly towards me, grabbing my phone before turning to the girl at the desk, "She's my guest." He tugs me behind him not waiting for her reply.
"Let me go!" I successfully tug my hand out of his grip. It was still a little bruised from his grip earlier. "And give me back my phone!"
He stops and turns around to face me, an annoyed expression marring his handsome face. "Not unless you promise to not threaten me with calling my father again!"
I fold my arms in a determined stance. "I won't have to if you don't pull those type of stunts on me!"
He smirks, "You can't blame a guy for trying, right?"
I scoff. "Next time you do something like that, be ready to lose your ability to procreate."
"I'd love to see you try."
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