Chapter 79 {Kicked Out}

You get old sneering like that," Chozen whispered.

Isabella's scowl deepened at Chozen's comment.

"And you're getting old with your constant need to criticize me," she whispered back.

She shifted in her seat so that she was facing away from him, but not before shooting him a glare that could kill.

Chozen rolled his eyes at her glare, but he couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You know, you're quite attractive when you're angry," he said quietly.

"Well you are an asshole, even if everyone thinks you are handsome," Isabella snapped.

Chozen's eyes narrowed at Isabella's insult. He was used to being called handsome and charming, but he wasn't used to being called an ass.

"And you're just a stubborn and spoiled brat," he shot back.

"Arrogant, playboy."

Chozen clenched his jaw as he heard her words.

"And you're a stuck-up princess who thinks she's better than everyone else," he retorted coldly.

"Rude, reckless, ruthless."

"And you're a cold, unfeeling woman who doesn't care about anyone but herself," he shot back, his voice low and dangerous.

He leaned in closer to her, their faces inches apart.

"You're like a damn ice queen."

"Aww well you are like a damn king of hell."

"At least I'm not a frigid ice queen," he said with a smirk.

He was enjoying this now, their banter turning into something more playful than hostile. He leaned closer to her until their faces were mere inches apart.

"You're like a damn snowman," he teased.

"Always cold and distant."

"Well at least I am a goddess while you are just a billionaire idiot."

"A goddess, huh?" he said with a smirk.

"You sure do think highly of yourself."

He leaned even closer to her, his breath warm on her skin.

"But you're forgetting one thing," he whispered.

"Even gods can fall."

"And even gods can rise again," she shot back, her eyes glinting with challenge.

Chozen chuckled at her response. He couldn't help but be impressed by her spirit.

"You're a tough one, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"But I like that."

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and his eyes softened for a moment.

"Don't touch me you," Isabella snapped.

Chozen raised an eyebrow at her sharp tone.

"Or what?" he asked, his voice low and taunting.

He leaned even closer to her, their faces inches apart now. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and smell the subtle scent of her perfume.

"I'll slap you," she snapped, her hand clenched into a fist.

Chozen chuckled at her threat, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You think you could slap me?" he asked incredulously.

He leaned even closer to her until their faces were practically touching. He was so close now that he could feel her breath on his lips.

"Go ahead, try it," he dared her.

Isabella slapped him across his face but he didn't even flinch.

The slap echoed through the theater, and a few people turned to look at them in surprise.

Isabella's hand stung from the force of the slap, but Chozen barely even flinched. He just sat there, his cheek reddening slightly from the impact.

He looked at Isabella, his expression unreadable.

"What?"

Chozen touched his cheek gently, feeling the warmth where she had slapped him.

"You've got quite a strong slap," he said with a smirk.

"I'll give you that."

He leaned back in his seat, still staring at her intently.

"Arrogant bastard."

"And you're a feisty little thing," he said with a chuckle.

He reached out and took her hand in his, gently tracing the pads of his fingers over her knuckles.

"You know," he said quietly.

"I kind of like it when you get angry."

"Disgusting."

Chozen's hands curled into fists at his sides. He was seething with anger now.

"You're the one who's disgusting," he said through gritted teeth.

"With your constant bitching and moaning, it's a wonder anyone can stand being around you."

"Well that's good I am so happy that no one wants to be around because I wouldn't want to be around you."

"Oh trust me," he said coldly, his eyes flashing with anger.

"I don't want to be around you either."

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. The two of them sat in tense silence for a moment, their eyes locked on each other's faces.

Isabella scoffed and turned her attention back to the movie.

"Stay away from my son Isabella," Chozen whispered.

Isabella's eyes widened in surprise at his words.

"Excuse me?" she said, turning back to face him.

She stared at him, her expression a mix of shock and anger.

"What do you mean 'stay away from my son'?"

"You are trying to get to me through my son it's low for a woman who isn't trying to seduce me."

Isabella's jaw dropped at his accusation.

"Are you serious?" she said, her voice rising in disbelief.

"You think I'm trying to use your son to get to you?"

She clenched her fists in anger and leaned forward so that their faces were mere inches apart.

"I can't believe you would even suggest something like that," she said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Chozen's expression softened slightly as he saw the hurt in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice quieter now. "I shouldn't have accused you of that."

He ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the floor.

"I just... I don't want you near my son," he said quietly.

"He's already been through so much."

"Well don't asshole! I won't!" Isabella whispered yelled this asshole is so arrogant this movie should be peaceful and calm not this stressful.

Chozen clenched his jaw and looked back up at her.

"You don't understand," he said, his voice low and intense. "My son has been hurt before. I can't let that happen again."

His eyes darkened with emotion as he spoke.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect him."

"Well Mr. Beaufort! You-"

"Family of six," a movie theater guard said.

Chozen tensed up at the sound of the guard's voice. He had completely forgotten that they were in a movie theater full of people.

He glanced around, realizing how much attention they had drawn to themselves with their arguing. A few people were giving them disapproving looks, while others were whispering amongst themselves.

"Guard we aren't a family of six I will never marry douche."

The guard looked confused and slightly annoyed at their behavior.

"Then what are you doing here?" he asked, looking between them with a frown.

"You're disrupting the movie for other patrons."

Isabella chuckled.

"Kick him out then," Isabella said as she crossed her arms.

"Kick her out," Chozen hissed out.

The theater manager looked between the two of them, clearly torn.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

"But I can't kick out either of you unless there's a real disturbance."

Chozen clenched his jaw in frustration while Isabella smirked triumphantly.

"Sorry Mr. Beaufort I guess you just win everything oh it feels nice huh?" Isabella whispered.

Chozen shot her a glare that could kill.

"Don't push your luck," he muttered under his breath.

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the smug look on Isabella's face.

"Manager you should kick him out."

The manager looked between the two of them for a moment before sighing.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry for the disturbance," he said apologetically.

"But if you two can't keep it down then I'll have to ask you both to leave."

"Yeah heard that be quiet," Isabella snapped.

Chozen clenched his jaw but said nothing. He knew that if he spoke up again it would just escalate things further.

He leaned back in his seat and focused on the movie screen, trying to ignore Isabella's presence beside him.

"You really a trouble person where you a troublemaker in your family or a black sheep?"

Isabella clenched her jaw and she sighed as she smiled at Chozen and hit his stomach.

"Oh, you're not getting off that easy," Chozen said with a smirk.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him, so that their faces were mere inches apart.

"You think you can just hit me like that?" he whispered huskily.

"You are a disgusting arrogant hooligan!" Isabella whispered yelled.

"And you're a feisty little brat," he said, his voice low and intense.

He pulled her even closer, their bodies now pressed up against each other. He could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of," he whispered in her ear.

"You all six please leave the movie theater," the manager snapped at these two adults.

Both Isabella and Chozen looked at the manager in surprise.

"What?" they said in unison.

Isabella looked at the manager in disbelief.

"You're kicking us out?"

The manager nodded, his expression stern.

"Yes," he said firmly.

"You two have been disrupting the movie and disturbing other patrons."

Chozen clenched his jaw but didn't protest. He knew they had no choice but to leave now.

"Fine, but by tomorrow this movie theater will belong to me," Chozen gruffly, standing up from his seat.

The manager's eyes widened in surprise at Chozen's words.

"Excuse me?" he said, clearly taken aback.

"You can't just buy a movie theater because you were kicked out for being rowdy."

"Oh, but I can," Chozen said with a smirk.

"And I will."

Isabella shook her head in disbelief at his arrogance. She couldn't believe how entitled he was.

"You're unbelievable," she muttered under her breath as they headed for the exit.

"Chozen you got us kicked out!" Isabella snapped and the four kids looked at there parents. Raven felt ashamed of her mommy, Chloe sighed this ended up like hell they just fought, Atticus shook his head oh mommy your temper is the worst. Felix looked at his dad he really needs his brain fix!

Chozen groaned in frustration, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I didn't get us kicked out," he muttered under his breath. "We were already disrupting the movie before that guard came."

He looked down at his son Felix. Isabella looked at the triplets she sighed why are these three wearing a mask same with Chozen son.

"Kids," he said quietly.

"Go wait outside while we sort this out."

"Don't tell my kids what to do," Isabella snapped.