The Bet

Chapter 4

"You what??" Claire asked and she almost choked on her soju.

"I met him when I had to take a file for my boss." I sighed and Yasmine face palmed herself.

"You still love him?" Yasmine asked and I drank my shot.

"No."

"Lies." Claire said and I glared at her.

"I hate him, how dare he make my feeing as a bet!" I took Yasmine's shot.

"If that's the reason, why did he want you back? He even asked you to work for him."

"Yeah, he can dream. That won't happen until I die." I chuckled bitterly and grabbed the soju bottle.

"BlackOff is one of most successful company these days. He can do anything, he has money." Yasmine said and I rolled my eyes.

"Like I care." I laughed. Can someone handsome appear right now and make me fall in love instantly? I really need to move on.

"I don't want to see him again, should I go back to London?" I said to myself.

"He will find you again, there's no use." Claire said.

"The weird thing is why he looked for you when he said he doesn't care about you? Everything was for a bet right?" Yasmine said and I nodded.

"I hate him, I really do." I said and ready to sipped another glass of soju but someone stopped me.

"Yasmine! You need to let me drink!"

"I-" Yasmine kept holding on to my hand, I turned to her but before I can say anything. Claire and Yasmine's jaw dropped to the floor. I turned to see Jordan standing there preventing me from drinking my heart out. He's still in his suit too. He grabbed the bottle and drank it.

"Claire! I think I drank too much!" I laughed.

"Uhmm.. but.." Claire said.

"Come on, baby, let's go." I froze. He's real, he's here!

"No!" I said as he pulled me up.

"You know I hate you! I really hate you.. I want you to go away from myyyy life. I want to find a new boyfriend right now.." I poked his cheek.

"Jordan.." Yasmine stopped him.

"What?"

"Let her go, let us take her. She doesn't want to be near you." Yasmine said.

"She's my girlfriend, I'm going to take care of her." He said in a really cold yone.

"Ex-boyfriend." Claire hissed.

"Just tell me her apartment." Jordan said.

"No. We're going to take her back."

"Fine. If you don't want to tell me, I'll take her back to my place." He said and he picked me up on his shoulder. I was too weak to even protest.

Next morning..

I got up on my bed with a really bad headache. I opened my eyes slowly and realized that I'm not in my apartment. I looked down and my clothes are still intact. I got out from the bed and stopped when I saw Jordan walking in.

"Good morning, I made soup." He smiled and walked to me. I glared at him.

"I know you're still trying to process everything, typical Mandy." He chuckled as he grabbed my hand pulling me outside. His apartment is modern and very cozy. I looked around and I can say that he's pretty tidy.

"Jordan." I pulled my hand away from him.

"What?"

"I don't have time for this, I want to go to work." I said looking at him annoyed. I walked to his room grabbing my bag but he stopped me.

"Please."

"I don't want to see you again, I hope you can understand it. Find someone else.."

"Do you think I didn't try?" He said and I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't want to know. Goodbye." I walked out from his apartment and thank god he didn't follow me out. I went back to the bar to get my car and I went home to take a shower before going to the office.

I walked towards my boss' office and walked in.

"BlackOff will send the file soon." I said and Jay looked at me weirdly.

"You're fired." He said and I looked at him disbelief.

"What? What did I do?" I'm completely dumbfound.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you firing me?"

"Here." He said and it's from BlackOff.

"Jordan seems interested in you so.. go."

"But I want to work here, I love my job here!" I said and Jay sighed.

"I can't do anything, I'm sorry." He said and gestured me to go. I walked out from his office and started to grab all my things. I said goodbye to my friends and they were questioning why I'm leaving when I'm so good at my job. I decided not to tell them.

Did Jordan think I will go to his company just like that? He's an idiot.

"Ms. Santiago." I turned to see a man in suit waiting for me with a luxury car.

"Get in." He said and he opened the car door for me.

"My boss is waiting for you."

"Who?"

"Jordan Carlson."

"Tell him, he can rot in hell." I hissed and walked away.