Chapter 5

Adeline’s POV

It's been two weeks since the topic of marriage was laid out on the table and since then it's been quite hectic in the Carter household.

There's been an obvious change in the atmosphere like everyone is walking on eggshells around me. I know they are being very cautious with words especially prohibited words, like Axel...

I stare out of the window in the lecture hall and breathe out a sigh... A bit too loud... Wait. Oh crap the mic is on.

Squeezing my eyes shut and then opening them again, I look around pretending like I wasn't the one who did that and just when I thought my plan would be a success, I take a second glance and see everyone staring, at me. Even the professor.

“Miss Carter, you have something to say? You let out quite a sigh, I'm sorry do you find my lessons boring?”

Great, now I've been put on the spot. Silly me I didn't even know this mic existed, imagine I said something else like the professor has a nice booty- uhh I mean... Anyways...

I stand up, “sorry professor Alan, your lessons are lovely as always. Won't sigh in your lessons again.”

He put his glasses low on the bridge of his nose and a hand on his hip as if he's assessing my whole existence since birth. “Young lady, is that all you have to say? Since you are sorry then please repeat what I said a minute ago”

I mean, come on it's written on the board...

“Without looking at the board, that is.”

I huff and take a deep breath. “ the UK and USA have some decentralised power which allows regions to decide on issues that affect them directly rather than directives from central governments. This is seen in federalism in the USA which ensures states' rights...”

After a while everyone looks at me like I just cheated the system, well I did since I did this lesson in my free time, but the look on my professor's face was the most satisfying thing I've seen this year.

“Well... Ahem. Right, Miss Carter, you may sit back down, it seems you have been listening after all. This is what I expect from an Oxford University law student.”

Don't be cocky. Don't be cocky. Be cocky.

“Well of course sir, I've been getting the best results in your class since the beginning of freshman year.” I strut a smile as if I'm some celebrity and sit down, not missing the snickers, grumbles and laughs from my fellow peers. The professor looks like he wants to strangle the sass out of me but starts writing vigorously on the board instead.

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It's 6 pm when I finally make my way home after that long lecture and I already made up my mind to throw everything out of my schedule and replaced it with a hot, bubbly bath that smells like vanilla and honey. Ahh delicious, maybe I’ll make coffee with that water after and give it to Micheal as an early Christmas present. I chuckle evilly to myself and bump into a hard wall. The impact made me trip on my legs and fall to the ground. Concrete, may I add. When was there a wall here? And crap I think I broke my booty, no more booty calls...

“Stupid wall which crackhead made a wall in the middle of the street” I mutter to myself, but ladies and gentlemen... The wall replies... “It's you clumsy women that conjure up evil plans in your head in the middle of the day and are unaware of your surroundings” that’s it. Hold my earrings, imma beat this wall... Wait since when can walls talk?

I look up and see a tall, very tall, man.

And very handsome may I add. The fight left my body when I see this fine creature in front of me, his gorgeous pale blue eyes... I've never seen them before. My eyes sinfully - and without my permission... Looks him up and down like a hawk looking at its prey, where I'm the Hawk. All praise God for he did not disappoint us with this fine creation. A strong torso that shows every inch of his muscles through his white shirt, you can tell from miles away this man screams money head to toe. He wears a Armani watch around those veiny wrist of his, as I continue to shamelessly gawk at him, the fine creature himself brings me back to reality. “Are you done staring? You brazen women have no shame seriously gawking at someone.”

Once the fine creature opened his mouth I silently demand a refund from god for sending this arrogant and mean person down on earth. Oh Lord. It would’ve been nice if you at least sewed his mouth shut first.

I clear my voice before saying “excuse me sir, I won’t apologise and I won’t deny I did either.”

I get up from what looked like a prostration position and walk towards the 6 foot 3 man. Woah. Intimidating.

I continue by saying “word of advice, you’re handsome until you open your mouth so I suggest you sew your mouth shut or you will never get settled with your beloved wife.” I smirked at him and he looked down at me. First with a disgusted face then a deformed face where it looks like he’s trying to rearrange his emotions. I thought he would get intimidated by me but he didn’t move backwards, in fact he closed the remaining space that was for satan and leaned in. I will not back away so I stood my ground.

He huskily whispers “word of advice, pretty princesses like you who uses daddy’s money won’t get settled down with a husband either, miss stuck up.” With that he moves slightly back to stare at my face but ends up staring into my eyes. Those annoyingly beautiful eyes, I wish to never see them again. Let’s play it his way then. I walk towards him even more until I can feel his chest lightly press against my chest. I tip-toe and reach up towards his hair, he was about to jerk back but I plucked the feather of his silky dirt blonde hair and twisted it around my finger. “Mr arrogant, who says I don’t make money myself? And your attitude towards women makes me wonder if daddy didn’t teach you any manners… oh did daddy abandon you rich kids?” I hit a nerve, that was low of me to say but I couldn’t just let him continue disgrace women in front of me when Lady justice literally screams equality, my inspiration.

His jaw ticked and his eyes dilated. He was about to say something but someone on his phone started to call so he turned around without saying another word. Hmph that’s what I thought. It’s always handsome men with the worst types of attitudes.

I continue to walk my way home quick so I can massage my booty in private without getting any judgemental stares from anyone.