Sold to Mr. Arrogant

Catfight

What I forgot to tell you about myself guys is that I used to train in an underground fighting club, my Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

coach was so strict and he taught me several techniques not to only defend myself but to also become

an aggressive individual who permits no one to mess with him.

I may look cute but I lost my feminine side a long time ago, I had to learn how to fight if I did not want to

be killed, robbed, raped, or even have my organ extracted in my notorious neighborhood. My coach

recognized that my petite body would not be convenient to me so he taught me another deadly

technique that does not necessitate body strength.

I always walked with a sliver dagger that I won in one of the fighting contests but I lost it three days

before I was kidnapped by Mr. Gerald. I have a hunch that my dad found it and sold it somewhere.

The guys standing around me were huge, I can't defeat them by mere force, I have no dagger and they

outnumber me. I decided that the best option was to run. I am used to this option, you would

understand what I mean dear reader if you were brought up or lived in the most despicable

neighborhood where everyone is unemployed and have a criminal record.

One of the three guys poked my head with his finger, I took the chance as I grabbed his finger and

pushed it backward resulting in its breakage, he screamed his lung out as he fell on the floor, the other

guy pulled my hair strongly from behind so I hold his arm with both hands and slid below his arm

twisting it.

The bone broken guy got up mad and the last one was also about to hit me so I pushed the one I was

holding to their way and made a run to the car. I might not be that lucky anymore so I preferred to

choose the easiest and wisest route, which was getting away from them.

I rode my car and instructed the driver to start the engine, I watched as they followed me to the

university's gates but could not take another step forward due to the bodyguards and the CCTVs.

I soon reached the place I temporarily call home, I am thankful for being fed and clothed there. I

changed my clothes and prepared to go out with my friends. I bumped into a hand that pushed me into

my room again; it was Shawn who stepped into my room closing the door behind him.

" What do you want?" I asked not willing to join in one of his games.

" I knew you were good but didn't expect you to be this good." he purred sexily.

" Does it turn you on when you tease me? Shawn?" I stressed his name trying to piss him off by saying

so.

" If you keep doing this kind of stuff, I would think that you really like me. Wouldn't I?" I added stepping

on his pride.

" You are being too old-fashioned using the words like and love. I guess it's true that poor people's only

redemption in life is falling in love." He stated calmly while smirking.

" That's not what I meant..."

" I can make you filthy rich, not caring about financial resources anymore your whole life... I am already

bored with Molly and I would like a new play toy in my boring life." He continued.

He keeps hurting my pride, why is money ruining people's minds. Why do I have to listen to him

belittling me like that?

-" I don't give a damn about your money, you can find..."

-" No I can't, you are the type that is rare to find and I guess I am sexually attracted to you." He

interrupted me closing the distance between us.

-" You gave me a bruise and I had to put a plaster on my nose because of you, I won't let you give me

any new scars so don't try anything funny."

-" If you take any step further, I will have to." I threatened.

He swiftly dashed my way aiming to grab my arm; I dodged his arm and located his guts trying to hit it

but failed. He blocked the hit getting a hold of my leg, I tried to punch him but his pulling me towards

him made me lose my balance. I was about to fall when he grabbed my shirt keeping me from falling

while he raised my thigh to his waist.

I couldn't do anything in this position, my hands won't reach him and one leg is supporting my body

when the other was is restricted by him.

" Let me go," I yelled.

" This view is great, it would have been better if you weren't wearing anything," he growled jokingly.

" Just let me go, I said," I repeated.

He lifted me up quickly grabbing my arms restricting my movement. He stuck his head to my neck so I

wouldn't be able to head-butt him again and slid his other hand beneath my top.

" Your body's hot, both literally and metaphorically," he whispered in my ears licking it gently.

My body temperature increased indeed. My breathing got heavier and his touch threw shivers

throughout my body. He is different from the boys I met in my life, he is so manly that one would

mistake him for a middle-aged man. He has this dark dominant aura around him that forces everyone

to respect him and obey him just like his father.

His hair was silky and curled into beautiful black bangs. He had the sharpest jawline I ever saw and a

defined muscular body that could make a girl fall for easily. His eyes were the same color as mine, light

grey, and his facial features were so attractive, to be honest.

It would be very dangerous if we stayed in this position any longer.