His Cure

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Beatrice’s face wrinkled up in confusion.

What is he spewing?

She chuckles.

“Well, I was just about to make some pasta before you came in, so if you would excuse me..”

“Be my girlfriend.”he repeated, abruptly.

What’s wrong with him today?

“Is it because the weather is too cold?, that’s why you..”

“Just for today. No, this month. My sister is currently heading down here and she is on live session. I don’t know, but somehow she found out you’re here.”he breathed out.

“So?”she arched her brows.

“What has that got to do with me?”she scoffed.

He pressed his lips together and rubbed his eyes.

“I and my sister are not… so siblings like, we are not on talking terms and she would do anything to see my downfall. She is trying to get the people attention on me. I’m sure she knows you’re probably just a worker here but she is trying to use that against me. She is telling her followers I..”he paused and slapped his head.

“I am a playboy and I am just putting on an act. This could affect my career greatly.”

Beatrice raised her upper lip up in jeer.

“Then, what happens to me?. You’re only thinking for yourself, not me?”

“I.. you will be fine. We could just put on an act for a few weeks then tell them we’ve broken up.”

“This is so easy for you. I am not in for your dirty game, IntrovertBoy. Go find someone else for the post of your girlfriend.”

He frowned and clicked his tongue.

“You talk as if you’ve got a choice.”he smirks.

“Think of this properly. You would probably be the one at great loss. I could easily make something up, but you?. You’re as good as dead. They will drag you on the internet and, oh, I think this blends so well. An Author being a personal s*x slave to a rich business man, a gold – digger. That sounds good, doesn’t it?. I’m done playing nice and hepless when you would clearly be the one to get affected by this.”

“Good, so, you’re threatening me now, right?. What the heck?. I’ve never met someone so narcissistic and brutal as you are. I curse the day I met you!”she pointed at his chest as tears welled up in her eyes.

“It’s the opposite for both of us. You curse, but I bless that day.”he chortled, surly.

“Why are you doing this to me?. Is it to run?, then I will, but please, I don’t want to get involved in your game. I am in a dangerous situation before and..”

The bell jingled bringing her to a stop in her utterance.

“She is here. Now, make a decision. I will give you a last chance since you’re a special person to me.”he grinned.

Water brimmed out of her eyes and she balled her hand in a fist.

The doorbell sounds again and Gregory looked out of the kitchen door.

“I’ve made up my mind.”she spoke and he turned his stare to her.

“I won’t let her make a step in here so just go upstairs and keep to yourself and pretend nothing is ever happening just like you’ve been doing.”

That idea definitely do not go down fine with him.

“I gave you a chance.”he said to her before stepping out of the door.

She hurried after him and stopped him when he attempted to open the door.

“This won’t be any good for the both of us. We can just ignore them and..”

Gregory shoved his phone out of his pocket and went to his Instagram account then showed her Amelia’s live session.

*Well, I am here at my brother’s house and I’ve sounded the bell twice but he is yet to open up. Do you think maybe he is shy?*she flipped her hair back.

*Or, he doesn’t want me to see his woman?. Hahaha, my brother is a cunning guy so you can never tell, but he might be up here, doing something I wouldn’t wanna say with that lady.*she chuckled, naughtily.

Beatrice’s breathing became staled.

Doing..?..

Heck! She does not even wanna think about it.

*Why I’m i at my brother’s house?*she read out a comment and frowned.

*What do you mean?, I can’t come visit my brother anymore?, even when I’ve missed him?*

*That’s totally unlike you. I heard there is great tension between you both as one of you has to inherit your father’s companies.*she read out another comment.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She puffed out some air and fanned her mouth.

*This is so unfair. You think I would fight my brother?, the blood of my blood, because of mere materialistic wealth?. Come on! We are as good as close. Nothing can ever separate us. By the way, why isn’t he opening up?. I think I will have to head back then. Oh, well, seems y’all crush and role model isn’t a saint after all like you’ve always painted him to be.. oh, my.. the entertainment reporters are here. Damn! What to do, Gregory, I think I’ve puts you in a tight spot.*she quipped ad covered her mouth.

Both Gregory and Beatrice exchanged glances.

They stared at each other for a moment before Gregory closed the page and inserts his phone inside his pocket.

“I’ve had enough patience, Author. It’s time to go out. This girl is killing me..”his voice was dry.

She gripped his wrist again.

“No. They will strangle us out if we go like this. The paparazzi are here too so we have to be careful. How about you make another plan?”she whispered.

“Never.”he scowled.

“No matter how infuriated you are, I think it is right that you strategize first before going out there.”she advised.

“Staying in here while avoiding them is more scary. That means I’m admitting to Amelia’s presumptions.”

“B-but..”

“No but, Author. Just follow my steps. Don’t say anything, I will be the one to do the talks. Just stay mute.”he instructed before pulling the door opened and interlocking their hands together.

Okayy, that caught her off – guard.

Why are they locking hands?

Is it to make their pretence believable?

*They are out!*

*He is truly with a woman!*

*Woah, what is this?*

Amelia brows creased up in a frown.

Why did he come out?

She was hoping he wouldn’t and that would give her the upper hand.

Fuck this darn boy.

They walked out fully and the reporters all rushed towards them.

‘What are you doing with a woman, Mr Gregory?.’

‘You said you won’t ever have anything to do with a woman again, talkless of love, what do you have to say?’

‘You also said loving is for the weak, all these were all mere words?’

‘Who is she really, is she your girlfriend or just a tool you use in satisfying your burning desires?’

They bombarded them with questions while flashing different camera lights in their way and stretching their phones and other recording accessories at them.

Some were doing a live report too.

Beatrice got uncomfortable with all these; the people, their questions, the lights that keeps reflecting on her face, the stares, all.

But what made her really uncomfortable the most is her warm hand in his cold grasp.

She definitely wanna slide her hand out, but with so many eyes?

She would only attract their suspectful gazes.

Wait… she has seen this before.

Where was it?

Oh, it was in her dream..

She blinked her eyes rapidly and bit her tongue.

“Are you people prying into my private life now?. When it comes to love, unexpected things are bound to happen.”Gregory responded simply.

What the…

Beatrice turned to him with an amused facial expression.

‘Are you saying you’re going against your words?’

‘Do you mean she is your girlfriend?’

The reporters asked on again.

Amelia shook her head.

What a joke. Well, things are starting to get interesting.

“I do not own the key to my heart – Certainly, I cannot open my heart by myself. Another person will and that person is her. She is now the controller of my heart.”the words rolled out of his mouth sweetly.

Beatrice was fazed by his speech too.

That felt like a fry dipped inside a ketchup and dropped in her mouth.

She swallowed hard, finding it hard to get over the sweet taste of the potato fry which is in form of his speech in her mouth.

He is so gooddd with words..

All her intestines are literally screaming out in joy right now..

She blushed and took her face away.

“I hope this would be the last time you guys would be so concerned about my private matter. It’s my life and my heart. Leave it to me alone to handle it.”

All the shutters of the camera could be heard as the people all went silent.

*Time to interfere.*Amelia smirks and clapped her hands.

“My little brother is all grown up.”she scuttled towards them in her grace outfits.

“I assume you’re willing to take the big step with her also, no?”

*This is where I will get you.*she thoughts to herself.

That seems like a catalyst for inquiries as the dead – mouth reporters all sprang back into questioning exercise.

‘Big step?’

‘What do you mean, Mrs Amelia Brown?’

‘Big step as in get married?’

She snapped her fingers at the reporter that said that.

“Exactly. Gregory, since you’ve found your better half, why not make it official then?”

Beatrice’s balls popped out of their sockets.

Marriage?.

That’s really preposterous.

“What do you mean?”an annoyed look was plastered on his face.

“You love her?, get married to her then.”she winked and gave a smug smile.

He is definitely not gonna do that. She has got him totally. She outplayed him!

She knew he would reject that as he can never be in love with this lady here.

Besides, he’s got a betrothal fiancee.

A lady their father picked out for him personally to get married to so, he would never dare go against his wish.

Their father would not even approve a marriage with this nameless woman.

“Okay then.”he said, a vague smirk playing on his lips.

Amelia jaw dropped while Beatrice shifts her neck to him violently.

What?!