CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Seven: High Ceiling

Being dragged outside in a dress and high heels with a weather like this is not ideal.

The harsh cold wind hit my already pink cheeks bitterly and I felt it sting my skin over and over.

The pain on my arm was bareable but it really did hurt.

"Stop it. It hurts." I yanked my arm away from him.

He didn't let me go, he just kept dragging me until we reached his car.

He opened the passenger door and made me sit.

"Did he hurt you? Touch you? Tell me where it hurts! Did he lay a finger on you? I can make sure he will rot in hell if he just touched a single part of your body even a strand of your hair-" He rambled on.

"I'm fine." I rolled my eyes. What's gotten into him? He's acting manic.

Plus,

Who the fuck does he seriously think he is? He's asking way too many questions and it bothers me.

You should be grateful he saved your ass. My bitchy subconscious muttered at me again.

"Are you sure?" He exclaimed cupping my face with both of his hands but I pulled away.

"Of course I'm okay. Nothing happened. Now please let me go!" I tried to stand up but he wouldn't let me.

"I'll take you home." He insisted.

I shook my head,

"I'm pretty sure I'm capable of calling my driver and get home myself. You don't have to worry yourself."

"I'm going to take you home." He exclaimed again before closing the car door and climbing in the driver's seat.

*

"You told me that you're going to take me home. This is not my house!" I stomped my feet on the ground.

"Well this could be your house too if you like." He smirked pressing the locks on his car keys locking the doors.

We were infront of a modern house. Well it was a big house like a bachelors pad.

"Are you going to come in or I'm going to make you?" He exclaimed opening the door for me.

I don't know what made me do it but I let myself inside the unknown house. It looked pretty normal to me. A couch well an expensive leather couch and a 55" plasma TV framed on the wall. The whole place was dim lighted and there was a fire place and Mr. Hemmings made his way to light it up.

"Please make yourself comfortable." He gestured and I obliged, seating myself on his smooth couch.

"Anything you want? Tea? Or coffee perhaps?"

At first I hesitated but shit I'm cold as hell. "I'd like some tea if its no trouble."

"Oh not at all. Anything for you, Tate" He smiled before disappearing into another room I expect to be the kitchen.

I was observant. Staring at every object..thing in the whole place.

It wasn't that big of a house but it sure has expensive shit in it.

There were modern chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and the windows were high and wide. The house looks like it was built almost near a cliff because the view is breathtaking I can see the city lights down from where we are and the sky, the moon and the stars.

"Tate?" I hear Mr. Hemmings called out and I immediately turn around to see him carrying two cups of tea trying to hold his balance as he place it on the center table.

"Where exactly are we?" I asked bluntly before walking closer to him to get my tea.

"My house." He shrugged.

"But isn't your house just a few blocks away from the-"

"Well I go there but I dont stay there." He took a sip,

I shook my head, "Wait..I'm a little confused here."

"I told you I was in an arranged marriage. I never wanted to be married with Adelaide and she feels the same way." He answered briefly. With a shrug and no care.

"I'm still confused about all of this so let me get this straight...you are married with her but you two don't live together? Then what is this marriage of yours? Why not get a divorce or-"

"We can't get a divorce. My family and her family merged our companies. If we divorce we have to split everything up and with the economy having troubles we both might end up in the streets..bankrupt. Living with her is just for show, you know? But were in good terms, I guess. Were just civil with each other, we go out for sure but that's only for people to think that we're..as they call it; happily married."

I know I don't understand statistics and economy talk but it doesn't take too much brain cells to understand what he just said.

I nodded, "I see. Continue explaining." I was being demanding,

"About the other night. You know when I came at your house. I'm sorry about that. Its just that I know I came on too strong-"

"Yeah, no shit." I blushed as soon as I realized what I said.

 "-and I might've sound rude but please forgive me. If it wasn't obvious I was drunk that night. I know its not a well mannered excuse but please accept my apology." He sighed. "I would never say such words but since were talking about it. I'm telling you that I am serious about it."

"Serious about what?" I asked confused with all of his rambling.

"I know I am married and you are too young, well, if you think 17 is young.. but I...I can't believe I'm saying this-" He shook his head "but, I'm pretty fond of you and if I could just turn back time you know I would in a heart beat. That night I first met you I just couldn't stop thinking about your face, I don't know, I'm confused with myself as well." He sat beside me on the couch and I can feel my own body tense up and my mind was raiding with unholy thoughts and my heart is beating fast.

"I don't know the right words to speak." I mumbled placing my cup back on the table my hands shaking.

Jesus Tatum get a hold of yourself.

"I don't think my mother will approve." I almost choked trying to speak.

"I think you're old enough to decide on your own unlike what she leads you on."

He's right. My mother doesn't own me but she raised me well. That maybe I can say,

"I don't know what you want me to do." I looked up at him.

"Baby, you just have to satisfy my needs. I could give you anything you want."