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CHAPTER 21

How do I get rid of Patricia?

The biggest question on my plate trying to find the answer from the past few days, trust me, I have Googled too to get some idea because the girl I am dealing with was not ordinary fucking great in everything, powerful, a great businesswoman, good background, her dad was top business magnet only one fucking thing ruined everything, the irony of my life a few days before I was doing everything to keep her by my side forever, now coin has been turned, I want to get rid of her at any cost, how the hell am I going to succeed, what if I am going to stick with her forever?

What happened to this jerk always looks gloomy; he should have been over the moon as everything was going according to his wish and dream, and at last, he got engaged to his dream girl, who is bloody perfect in everything only if he knows with whom he is going to share his life. The irony was that the perfect partner turned into a psychopath. Bastard, you deserve this for your past doings, but as cunning as he was, I don’t think he can be tricked so easily. One way or another, he will find out whether it will be at the right time or not, which will be decided based on his luck, whatever the hell this bastard’s life.

Well, what I thought was a dead investment was not dead; after all, I am talking about my actual investment in a hotel. In the past few months, I started receiving some returns, tourists started showing up on the island, and my hotel started attracting customers. I have a lot of customers coming in, and I am getting a good profit after deducting the expenses. I don’t think I am going to stick with this asshole long enough; only in a few more months, when I become financially stable, I throw the bloody resignation on his face and give him relief forever.

I have started losing many deals, and if this doesn’t stop, my company will go through a loss. I am going to lose my company with or without the intervention of Mr. Thomas, Patricia’s father, not being able to concentrate on anything, which, in return, will reflect on my business.

When I was in my thoughts, Ana came, kept my coffee on the table, and started notifying me about my today’s appointments. Nothing was going into my head; I was just watching her face, and she looked happy after everything I had done to her. How the hell is that even possible? Still stuck here like a fucking leech; her persistence is fucking annoying, and her stubborn attitude is something I couldn’t get rid of no matter what.

These two fucking women took an oath to bring disaster into my life, one with everything and the other with nothing, stuck between, surviving, and trying hard to get out of both of them. Why the hell do I hate her smile? Is it because I am depressed or because my life is getting messed up and that calmness, innocent smile, and stubbornness made me give up? I was defeated by two women because I desired my expectations. Is karma getting me? “Mr. Anderson, is there anything else?” that fucking face, ”Nothing else, thank you,” “Ok,” and with that, she exited my cabin.

“You look gloomy, baby. Is everything okay?” “Of course, yes, baby, what could possibly go wrong when you are with me?” “Of course, baby, I will make sure of it, not even missing tiny details of your life.” “Yeah, true, kind of stuck.” “Yes, you are; don’t worry, I won’t let go of you no matter what; you are mine, and I am yours, just waiting for the final step.”

I was sipping coffee, which eventually ended up spilling on me. Fucking, don’t tell me, I am hearing this now: “Wait what?” “Why are you shocked unless you have second thoughts?” “No, no, I don’t, but it’s too soon.” “Too soon, common baby, after a few months of dating, we got engaged, and everything is so compatible between us, so why not? Why drag, don’t you think, baby?”

Is she fucking crazy here I am thinking of ways to get rid of her she is planning to marry me, oh god I should act soon one way or another she will make me stuck with her, “Baby Marriage is a big thing let us take it slowly”, “It’s been a year and a half you want to take further slow”, “It’s just year and a half we can take everything slowly”, “Is everything ok baby should I be worried”, “Trust me everything is good I lost few deals need to concentrate on my company”, “Don’t worry I will help you, just you need to ask me”, “No thank you without any help I have developed my company so let me handle it whatever it may be”, “Sure no problem, but I can’t wait you know I am always worried about you and your whereabouts, always thinking what would be you doing, with whom. You are so transparent, but sometimes I am paranoid about you. Don’t you think the perfect solution for everything is marriage? I will be more at ease about us.” “Yeah, right, I want some time.” “Like, how many days?” “Days? Are you kidding me?” “Yeah, days. How many days do you need to make a move?”

She is fucking pushing the button: “You know I love you so much. Where the hell am I going to run? My life and family are over here.” “Trust me, Baby, I won’t repeat my mistake; I know you love me so much, but I am not getting why you are taking so much time to make a move; are you going to take forever?” “I am not Patricia, as I said; give me some time; we are talking about marriage; it’s not child’s play.” “Mr. Anderson, are you afraid of marriage or me?“.

That caught me off-guard. This one is beauty with the brain, but only if that brain was formatted properly. I would fucking not be worried to take any step; I should handle it only with a smart move; one wrong step will be the end of everything.

“What are you talking about? I am not getting it; we are busy running a company; do you think it’s a good idea to start a family?” “Please don’t tell me this is the reason you are holding back from popping a major thing in our lives.” “Kind off,” “Baby, I love you; do you think anything else is important to me other than you? I can give up on anything for you, my company; my career is nothing in front of you.”

Fuck me now. Somehow, I came up with something, and she poured water into it. Should I be happy with her revelation or worried, willing to give up on everything just to get me? I should be one lucky bastard only if she was an ‘Angel’ bloody bitch disguised as a ‘witch’.

“Don’t tell me you are going to give up on your career just to get me”; “Hell, with everything, nothing matters in front of you; we should be finally one, that’s it”; “You were thinking of opening a branch in Germany”; “Yeah, I was; I will drop the idea who cares”; “Don’t be stupid; you are smart business women; don’t give up your career for me, after setting branch will discuss once again”; “Oh god, hell no, it will take 2 to 3 months maybe more than that”; “I need time, Patricia; don’t you think it’s perfect? I don’t want you to give up on anything because of me.” “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Listen, as I said, I am not going to run, and you will make sure of it. Marriage is a big decision, trust me. I am not having a second thought, but I need time. Let me propose to you at my will, when I am completely ready. A forceful ‘yes’ doesn’t bring any happiness to both of us.” “Are you sure you won’t change your mind?” “Why would I? I am head over heels for you. I need a little time, as this is a major decision in my life. Don’t you think I deserve that much?” “Oh, baby, sorry for being so persistent. I don’t want to lose you. Take your time. I need your answer soon. Is it ok with you?” “Yeah, thank you.” “Better don’t make me worry about anything, as you know I can keep you on track.” “Of course, trust me.” “So, make a move soon, or else you will be surprised by mine.” “Please don’t give me some time; that’s all I am asking.” “Ok, baby, I understand. Sorry once again.” She started kissing me.

When we start to hate someone, we will hate their every act too. In my mind, I will keep rewinding this sentence: ‘One wrong move destroys everything’ as a mantra that keeps me conscious. Whenever she brought her face near me for a kiss, I always wanted to turn my face, but my subconscious always kept me in check. We hugged each other tightly; once it was a warm hug, now I felt suffocating, and soon I needed to catch air. Then we made our way towards our home, when, hell, it was going to be only mine.

After reaching home, she made her way toward the bedroom before giving orders about the dinner menu. I lay down on our couch and started thinking. Only a few days after our date, she started talking about moving in with me. I thought she was madly in love with me and was waiting for me to say ‘yes’. Immediately, she started hunting houses. At last, she selected one. She was so in love with this house without wasting a second. I made payment immediately and took care of everything else too.

Her motive from Day 1 was very clear, taking step by step to make me fall into a trap, and she is fucking only a step away, only a step. I was waiting for Patricia at the dining table after a few minutes. Patricia came down wearing a sexy nightgown. One of her other tricks made me fall blind. She is sexy as hell and bloody good on the bed. Whenever I remember our making-out sessions, I always get hard on within a few minutes.

Patricia joined by pecking me, and we started having dinner. After a few minutes, her hand started roaming near my member. I removed her hand and told her I was hungry. ”Trust me, baby, me too.” She started playing; it was so bloody that it was turning me on. I stopped having the food, and she took the clue and started rubbing my member hard, massaging, and pressing everything to take me to the peak. She is so fucking good at these things; sex with her would always be fucking awesome. When I think about sex with her for a split second, I will think of changing my mind, but soon it will be replaced by her annoying possessiveness, and immediately I will hit back to reality.

For the past few months, I have been making sure to use a condom no matter what. Before I did not give a dam, I didn’t want to make things more complicated than they already were, and I didn’t want to ruin my life over lust; if I didn’t overcome it, I would regret the rest of my life. Soon we were on the bed competing with each other in giving orgasm; always I would make sure to win with that, and we always ended up having an exhausting night. Sex with her was always fucking great, and I always loved it.

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