Taming the Devil (EDITED AND REVISED)

Chapter-37

He laughed.

Sue me right now.

"So what are you in mood to eat my lady?!" He faked an accent.

I laughed lightly. "How about steak?"

"Hmmm i will have same." He said and called the waitress.

She came back as if doing a ramp walk flaunting her ass and batting her fake eyelashes. She grinned.

"What can i get you sir?" She asked slowly and trailed her finger down his cheek. That got me riled up.

"Hey don't touch him. I'm gonna order. Two steaks medium rare and your best red wine."i grumbled annoyed.

She scowled at me and nodded reluctantly and left table with our noted order.

Michael grinned triumphantly."friends don't get jealous of such things."he mimicked my dialogue in high-pitched girly voice.

I threw a tissue at him and rolled my eyes. He kept chuckling.

The Barbie doll came back with our order and scurried away after shooting me a deadly glare.

Michael was watching the scene fold with amazement.

He poured us wine and we began eating.

"So let's start to get to know each other."he wriggled his eyebrows while chewing on his steak.

"Sure."i grinned.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I snorted."really?!"

"Yeah. I mean that's first part of getting to know each other."he stated in duh tone.

I gave him amused stare."well my name is Scarlett Jones."

"Nice to meet you scarlett. I'm Michael Wilson, CEO of Wilson enterprises Inc. and most handsome male to ever exist."he gave an arrogant smirk and leaned back.

"Arrogant asshole." I muttered under my breath. I heard him sneer.

"Okay jokes apart. Tell me about your past."he turned serious immediately.

Bipolar much??!

"What do you want to know?" I wiped my mouth and leaned back.

"Everything. I want to know the reason behind your anxiety and depression." His piercing stare went right through me.

"Well let's say that my childhood was not always rainbows and sunshine. I was a chubby kid since starting. So my classmates bullied me from second grade. It all started from there. I was called names and was victim of their pranks. But we were a happy family till my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was too late when we began treatment. She passed away when i was too young.

My father didn't take her death too well and indulged in alcohol. He started coming home drunk. He didn't stay at home during daytime. Only came home late night. Wasted. It was all okay till the beatings started. He began to blame me for my mother's death because she spent her last days caring too much about me. He used to slap me, kick me. I was locked up in my room for days without food or water. He humiliated me because of my figure. I spent most of my teenage days being abused by my father and bullied by my classmates."

I sighed and looked down. I didn't want to look at his sympathetic eyes. I don't like people throwing me pity parties.

He held my hand and squeezed it lightly. I looked up at him slowly. Instead of sympathy his eyes held a guilty look.

"What?" I asked puzzled.

"I'm sorry for what i did and said to you in highschool. I feel like an asshole."