Chapter Eight: I want her

" Become my wife." Jerome's deep voice interrupted what Matteo was about to say. Andrea stared at the man who just walked in with wide eyes as he strode nonchalantly in the house like he owned the whole damn place. He looked young, about the same age as Matteo, but while Matteo was having black hair, this one had sliver hair. Jerome walked past Matteo and stop in front of Andrea who was still staring weirdly at him. His eyes stared at her from head to toe twice before his gaze settled on her face, he to admit that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and she had a very innocent look with long brown hair, pretty brown eyes, rosy pink lips and a slender figure. She was tall, definitely, but not as tall as him as her head didn't even reach his shoulders.

" What? Who do you think you are?" She hissed and glared furiously at him. How dare he just walk into her house and make such an outrageous demand? Who does he think he is?

" I'm the man your beloved father owes money and my my, I have to say that you are truly a pleasant sight to see in the morning. Let me introduce myself, I'm Jerome Montenegro, your future husband." He introduced himself with a playful smirk on his face and smoke could be seen coming out of Andrea's ears. This man had to be out of his mind, perhaps the morning sunshine roasted his brain cells, what makes him think she would even marry him? She rather jump off a bridge or get eaten by crocodiles than marry a complete stranger who she just met, talk more of an arrogant person like him.

" Who gave you the right to come here so early in the morning and made such outrageous-" She wasn't even able to finish her sentence when he put his finger on her lips to silence her.

" Shh.... You seem to be the talkative type but no worries, I will make sure to put that pretty little mouth of yours into better use." He said to her in a low sexy tone. " You know... When Matteo here was telling me about how beautiful you were and I actually thought he was just overexaggerating but now that I'm seeing you with my own two eyes, I have to say, words aren't enough to truly describe your beauty." He added, tucking the loose strand of hair on her face behind her ear. He gazed down at her intensely and she stared back at him with an equally intense gaze but averted his gaze when she couldn't keep it anymore. It was just too smoldering. She couldn't help but admit the man called Jerome was indeed very good looking, he had a gentle look in his eyes unlike his henchman, Matteo, who had looks that could kill you, literally. He look very relaxed, a little too relaxed and had a more welcoming look than Matteo. Dressed effortlessly dashing in an all white suit, Jerome look like a Latino male model having a very sharp jawline that could cut through glass, beautiful dark brown eyes and don't forget tall, God he was tall! A little taller than Matteo and probably would be around 6'4 or even taller. Both men had very striking looks but when standing next to each other, with one wearing all black and the other wearing all white, they were both very different, like day and night. It was kinda funny how Andrea thought they looked like angel and demon, Jerome as the angel and Matteo as the demon but she couldn't be more wrong!

" Don't touch me!" She spat at him, making him to let out a dark chuckle.

" Or what?" He asked in a harsh tone as he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

" Or I will kick your balls into four!" She threatened and the smirk on his face became even more sinister.

" I will love to see you try" He said and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

" You bastard! Let go of me! How dare you! Leave me!" She shouted while hitting his hard chest with her tiny fists but he didn't budge and just hugged her tighter like the pain from her attacks wasn't affecting him. What was his body even made of? She soon stopped hitting him when she felt hands started to hurt and huffed in annoyance.

Her father's room door was push open and her father rushed down to check what all the ruckus was about but stopped when he saw the scene before him. He saw a smirking Jerome hugging his daughter tightly around her waist while she was angrily hitting him on his chest. Jerome looked up from the vicious woman in his arms and on seeing her father, he gave him a big friendly smile.

" Oh! Father, there you are! You are just in time to give us your blessings." Jerome said fondly to Andrea's father, he didn't miss the deep scowl on Andrea's face and used his thumb to massage the lines on her forehead but she swatted his hand away.

" F...Father?" Marco stuttered. " What's going on here?" Marco asked with a shocked expression on his face. Did he wake up in an another dimension or something?

" What do you think is going on? I'm trying to get to know my future wife, of course." Jerome answered and Andrea slapped his chest again.

" You're insane! Let go of me you deranged fool!" She shouted at him to let her go but he didn't and put his lips on her forehead, placing soft kisses on it.

" You accuse me of being a deranged fool when that's exactly what you make me." He said, blaming her for his unruly behavior.

" Me?! Dude, I don't even know you? leave me alone!" She hissed at him.

" Marry me and I will tell you everything you wanna know." He proclaimed and she shot him another glare.

" In your fucking dreams! Dad, help me!" She shouted.

" My dreams always comes true." He proudly said with a smile, feeling very amused by her feisty nature. Marco stood frozen to the spot, feeling speechless while watching the weird scene in front of him but he soon regains his consciousness when he heard his daughter calling out to him.

" Jerome, that's enough! Don't touch my daughter like that, that's not how to pursue a woman. Let go of her!" Marco ordered Jerome but Jerome shook his head, refusing to let go.

" No, I don't want too." Jerome refused without even looking at Marco and just hugged her tighter, he brought her body so close to his that even a sheet of paper couldn't pass through the space between them.

" Don't be stubborn, Jerome! You came for the house, right? Take it and let go of my daughter!" Marco said with his voice raising a little.

" I don't want the house anymore, I have my eye on something else." He looked down at Andrea and she gulped. She franticly shook her head, she didn't want to go with this psychopath. She then looked at her father with pleading eyes, begging him to get her out of this mess.

Her father saw her pleading look and quickly interjected; " But we agreed that you will take the house." Marco's hands turned to fist as a wave of anger washed through him. How dare that little brat hold his daughter like that?!

" No, you asked me to pick whatever I wanted." Jerome contradicted.

" You what?!" Andrea shouted and shot dagger glares at her father. God, why are all the men in this room so annoying? Marco ignored his daughter's angry glares and continued focusing on the problem at hand. Jerome!

" And you picked the house." Marco reminded.

" I only picked your house because you didn't have anything else more valuable to give me but for once I was wrong, you do have something very valuable and I want her." He said with a serious expression and the playful smirk that was on his face a minute ago was now no where to be found.

" You can't do that! I forbid it!" Marco shouted and quickly yanked his daughter out of Jerome's hold. " You have no right to touch my daughter!" He snarled.

" I have all the right! Keep the damn house for all I care but I am not leaving here without her!" Jerome growl when Marco forcefully took Andrea away from him.

Marco stood in front of his daughter and glared at Jerome. That brat! How dare he?

" My daughter stays here, do your worst!"