Chapter 6 Reminded

Edward's pov.

I was sleep deprived, after a rough sleepless night. I was still furious at Stephanie for what she had put me through. So when Lilliana Rivers pushed my iPad off the table and it shattered on the floor, I snapped.

"What have you done?" I yelled, standing up. She took a few steps back and I could see the fear in her eyes. I held up my hand to give her the hot slap she deserved but withdrew it. "You're not even worth it. Get out."

It was a good thing she cowered and practically ran out of the room because I did not think I could control myself at that moment. As if I did not have enough problems, Lilliana Rivers had popped into my life to cause more.

I had lived all my life being insulted by father for not being good enough. Even at my current age, he still said I was nothing compared to how hardworking he had been at my age. Moreover he said he let me manage the company just because my mother begged him to and not because I deserved it. I had spent sleepless nights in medical school, working so hard to be the best at the job I was to do. When I finally left school, I started working at one of the best hospitals in New York. I got the job by myself but my father said it was all because of my name yet I applied, did the interviews and passed without involving him.

I wanted to do something that I was proud of. I worked hard, trying to be best and climbed up the ranks in order to make a name for myself. In no time, I was the sought after doctor in New York. And then came the rich women, some of who just set up appointments pretending to be sick so they could hit on me. Most of them were older, married women so I was not interested. When I opened up to my father about my struggles, he laughed at me and said I was not man enough. He claimed to have been hit on by many older women when he was my age but he was a man so took advantage of it. He demeaned me instead of saving me. I hated those women for treating me like an object. Then I went to my mother and she was helpful, advised me to resign. I don't know how she did it but she was able to convince my dad to let me be the CEO of the family company, after I took a year's course on management. I had worked hard and knew I deserved the position.

So when little Lilliana said I just got the position because of my family, it was like dad all over again and I couldn't take it. No, I felt insulted the way I did whenever my father demeaned me. I had tolerated some people saying it but mostly in my social circle. People I was not supposed to annoy, according to my father. However the last one who had done it had got a severe beating from me because I was done with all my achievements getting underestimated. This ordinary girl with her mediocre grant proposal decided to also insult me as if I was nothing. I had to make her pay for it. She was going to suffer for messing with me and reminding of things I wanted to keep off my mind.

The door opened and I saw Cara striding in, her shapely long legs showing under the short pencil skirt. It had not been that short in the morning so I was sure she had pulled it up. Her breasts looked like they would pop out anytime as she walked towards me.

"Hey," she said. She stood behind my chair and started giving me a message which made my body relax. "You seem tense."

I remained silent, enjoying what she was doing and how it was making me feel. My office had a great view of the city and my chair was near the window so I rolled it until I was facing the window. And then she leaned down and I could feel her breasts on my head which made me wonder if she had removed them from the bra. For some reason, it annoyed me and I pushed her away. "I'm not in the mood. Get out of here."

"Why do you have to treat me like this?" she asked. "Sometimes you're very nice to me, you treat me like a human being. Other times, you treat me like trash. Why-"

"It's because you're a whore."

"How dare you say that?" she said. "I only sleep with you because I love you. You're a horrible person."

"Look at how you are dressed, you even pulled up your skirt just to seduce me."

"I only pulled it up because I wanted to look sexy for you."

The only thing she was giving me now was headache. If she kept it up, I was going to fire her and hire another one. "Get out."

When she was gone, I called Jenna, a mistress of mine. Jenna was a CEO at an advertising company. She was smart and very efficient. For that reason, she always thought she was better than other women. While she didn't seem clingy and understood what was going on, she was just like every other woman to me. When it came to love and emotions, all women were all stupid. Sometimes they thought they were in control, not knowing they were being used. My father always said women were to be used because that was all they were good for. When I was younger I had not believed him but as I grew up. I realized he was right. If you let a woman take up too much space, she would destroy you. It was amazing how my mother had put up with him for twenty years before getting a divorce.

"Hello," Jenna said.

"Hi sweet Jen, can I please see you?" I told her. I was cringing the whole time but I knew if I did not make her feel sweet, she would not come.

"Edward, I'm at work."

"Me too but I just thought of you and I'm dying to see you."

"You're so sweet," she said. I was sure she was smiling, feeling lucky. She had challenged me that she was not like other women and wouldn't fall in love with me but it seemed she was losing. I knew that no woman could resist me.