FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: The Humiliation 1

Gwen turned her back on the annoying receptionist calling out her name and pulling more unwanted attention towards her. She ignored the ridiculing stares that followed suit and the insulting side comment, as she strutted out of the building with her shoulders held high.

As she approached his sleek red Ferrari, commanding the usual attention of a boss lady, even though she was a crumbling mess within, she turned to her security escort.

“You rejects can put the box in the trunk of my beautiful car and get lost.” Gwen hissed as she unlocked her car with the remote control.

“Okay, ma’am.” The first security guard replied to her sneers with a pitiful smile while the other angrily dropped her box on the floor, some of the contents flying out as he replied to her fearlessly.

“I’m sure you can pick them up yourself, Miss Goody two shoes.”

“What? You ingrate! Come back here.” Gwen shouted after the chubby man, who paid her deaf ears as he sauntered off.

“Don’t worry, miss Shawls.” The first more mature security guard said in a fatherly tone. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You better.” Gwen rolled her eyes at the man before getting into her car and slamming the door really hard. Her hands started trembling with pent-up rage as the reality of Amelia’s humiliation dawned on her afresh.

Cursing and swearing with tears glistening in her eyes, she started the car engine and turned the car air conditioner on. Then she slipped out her phone from her handbag and dialled her father’s number.

“Senator Shawls is kindly busy at the moment. Please hold or leave a message.” The electronic voice of a female echoed in her ears.”

“Shut the f**K up,” Gwen yelled into her phone before dialing her mother’s number.

“Hello honey, have you gotten the laptop and other stuff?”

Gwen heard her mother ask as the call connected.

“No, mom. That f**king b**ch refuses to give me my stuff. She had me humiliated and fired from her company today.” Gwen sniffled, angrily wiping the tears falling from her eyes. “I want to hurt her so bad, Mom. I want to make her regret ever showing her ugly face in this city.”

“Calm down my dear and put yourself together. With the money we have, we can buy her company or any other company of your choice. Let’s just focus on the main problem. We will deal with that trash after sorting out the person behind her mysterious return. In the meantime, inform your father of her decision to fire you. I’m sure he will have a lot to say about it.”

“Okay, mom. But Dad’s number is busy,” Gwen said in a frustrated voice.

“Oh, I forgot. Your father is currently in a senate sitting and he won’t be out for the next six hours.” Regina hissed from the other end. “What about Jerry? Where is he?”

“I left him back at the office with her and only God knows what he is doing there right now.” Gwen gritted her teeth, her heart filled with deep hatred and jealousy. “He said he was going to smooth out things with her but I doubt that b**ch has any plans of listening to him. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she’s planning to divorce him.”

“I seriously doubt that because she has more to lose if she proceeds with the divorce. But notwithstanding it will be to our own advantage if she releases Jerry. At least you both can legally get married and silence all those haters out there.”

“Yes.” Gwen smiled amid her tears. “Jerry and I are meant for each other and I’ll do whatever it takes to see that he leaves her dejected and empty-handed.”

“Good. Quickly come back home. I need someone to monitor the old hag while I go take care of business.”

“Okay Mom, I’m coming.” Gwen ended the call before driving out of the privileged parking spot.

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Amelia returned to her tastefully furnished and luxurious office, her heart aching and her knuckles hurting pretty bad. She hadn’t anticipated that punching Jerry in the face would result in hurting herself. She sat down on her executive seat, sighing as she took one glance at her reddened knuckle. She could tell that she had bruised her vein.

“Ma’am, do you want me to get you an ice pack?” Pascal suggested as he dropped her laptop bag on her desk, wishing she had allowed him to break at least an arm of the asshole.

“Please do.” Amelia smiled in appreciation as she watched him swing into action. Leaning back on her seat and massaging her knuckles, she winced slightly.

Her thoughts slowly drifted back to Jerry’s words, accusing her of cheating on him with Blaze’s lawyer. If only he knew the enigma of a handsome man who was about to take his place as her husband.

Amelia’s cheeks slowly turned pink as she pictured Blaze’s sinfully handsome face staring deeply into her eyes. She chuckled softly as she recalled the angry but stunned look on his face after she had kissed him back at the car.

Even though it was meant to relax the tension between them, she hadn’t expected that she would be swept away with that tiny gesture.

Temporarily forgetting about her pain, she recalled how soft, plump and pillowy Blaze’s lips were. His warm minty breath felt like freshly made peppermint cotton candy, so delicious and so intoxicating. His dark, mysterious and dreamy grey orbs felt like a magnet pulling her into its bottomless abyss of endless possibilities.

Closing her eyes, Amelia imagined kissing him again but this time a little bit longer.

Pascal quietly reentered the office and made his way to his boss’s table only to find her resting with her eyes closed. But then something was off. For someone asleep, she was blushing really hard.

Staring at her reddened knuckle which needed urgent attention, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem…”

Amelia quickly snapped out of her thoughts, opening her eyes.

“I’ve got the ice pack and a bandage, ma’am,” Pascal said extending it towards her.

“Thank you. I can take it from here.” Amelia said dismissively feeling a bit embarrassed at her exposed emotion.

Pushing all her thoughts to the back of her mind, Amelia to care of her hurting knuckles and resumed work.