He’s My Ruthless Billionaire
Chapter 13

Sorry?

Did he say sorry?

My ears are working, right?

And any damage? Maybe some nerve damage... I should go for a check-up.

Or maybe I need a psychiatrist, maybe I was hallucinating.

Or maybe-

"Boss needs you in the lobby, Mrs. Hailey" someone interrupted my thoughts.

Why the hell does he 'needs' me there. He was here just a few seconds ago.

"Okay," I replied.

The door was closed; he spoke from outside only. I think he left. After taking deep breaths, I went downstairs. "So? Mrs. Anderson" he said.

Woah. He has a kind of bipolar disease.

I looked at him to continue. He was sitting on the couch.

"Don't think that sorry was for you" he said. "It was to my inner self for I didn't understand the plan by Nicholson"

I nodded my head.

"Words... Bitch" he said in a tired tone.

"U-understood sir," I said. From my vision, I saw him smirking.

He got up. That's when his hand caught my attention. It was bleeding and it looked like a bullet when through it. The bullet must have gone through it, the skin was torn. "Now," he said. "Give me some ideas to punish Max, Corazon," he said.

Oh really, what crap is he speaking? The person who risked his life for him, deserves his punishment?

"I-I wouldn't punish him... He... He risked his life f-for you" I said. I heard his chuckle.

"Hailey, Hailey, Hailey. So innocent? How dare he tell you to find me and call them when he knew where I was!"

I didn't understand anything.

Firstly, he hurts me.

He doesn't care how I feel or what I want.

And now he is like 'how dare he risk your life!'

I mean for God's sake, what type of bipolar disorder is this!?

"I-it's okay, isn't it..? I-I am ok" I said. I thought that someone shouldn't be punished without any mistakes, at least not because of me. "Then... Are you gonna take the punishment?" he said.

My face lost all its color.

"I-I.." and there he dragged me to the room again. I looked at him, to find any clue that he was kidding, but he wasn't.

He entered the room and closed the door behind him. Then he threw me on the bed, and my head collided with the sharp side of it. "Why... Why me??" I cried.

"Because it's your fate!" he yelled.

"But... Who are you to decide my fate!?!" I finally decided to talk back to him.

"So, you've got the guts to talk back?" He chuckled and a smirk formed on his lips. "Then let's get this straight today, love," he said. "W-what? N-no!" I said but his expressions changed to rage as he narrowed his eyebrows.

He came near me and took my face in his hands.

"L-leave me... P-please" I said.

"I want to crumble you like this, and I will, you just wait and watch, Hailey," he said and left the room.

He entered a little while later, with a belt in his hands. But before he could do anything, his hand caught my attention again.

As a good human being, I am, I looked at his hand, and suddenly all the humanity of this f*****g world started raining over me. "Y-your hand is h-hurt," I said. He looked at his hand and then at me.

"So?" he said.

"I- ah... You should... I will... uh... if you allow then c-can I b-bandage it, I... I was a d-doctor, I... I can't see anyone in h-hurt, y-you know" "Oh really?" he said. "Firstly, don't you dare stutter" he added. "And. Don't. F*****g. Care. About. Me!!" he yelled.

"I-I-I... uh... b-but"

"You still wanna do it?" he asked looking at his hand and my face simultaneously. I looked at him to find any trace of anger, but there wasn't. "Yes," I said, surprisingly not stuttering.

"Go on," he said. I happily looked for a bandage in the drawers. I found them some time ago.

I took those. There was some antiseptic. I cleaned the wound and then applied the bandage. I held his hand. His hand was rough but warm.

I didn't see his face all this while, I'm too afraid to look into his eyes.

After completing all, I looked at him with a smile, only to meet with an evil smirk.

I took two steps back.

"Rule number 4 broken," he said. "Remember?"

uh... What was that?

I guess... I should do what he says or something like that.

"So," he said. "You broke it," he said.

"You... You deliberately made me break it by acting like you didn't have any problem..." I tried to explain.

"So? Didn't I tell you at first" he said and took some steps towards me. He kept doing that until I hit the wall. He trapped me between the wall and him. "That doesn't f*****g care about me?" "I-I just d-did that... I-I'm sorry" I said.

His hand went to his waistband and then he took out his gun. My breath hitched at the moment.

"S-sir," I said. "S-sorry"

He kept the gun on my forehead and traced my face with the weapon. Tears escaped my eyes in fear.

Will he kill me?

What will he do?

But the bigger question is why?

Whoever cares for him, does this?

First Max and then me?

"Scared... Are we?" he asked.

I closed my eyes.

"F**k! Open your eyes!"

I opened them slowly, slightly pleading with my eyes to take the weapon away.

"I'm not a person to care about," he said. "Take care of that" he added.

I nodded my head but then he looked at me with rage.

"U-understood, sir," I said.

Then he looks at my eyes intensely. A shiver flowed through my spine at his intense gaze.

Like he was looking through me.

Then his eyes saw my nose and stopped at my lips.

He threw the gun away and it fell on the floor with a sound. His gaze was still fixed on my lips.

I imagined the worst possibilities.

Hell, NO!!