TAMING MR JERKFACE: Own By An Overbearing CEO
Chapter 39

Debby's POV

Andre turns to me and pulled me closer..... then he crashed his lips on mine.

My eyes grew wide.... ok, I don't know why he's kissing me now.

Is it because of jealousy? Or to pass a message to everyone?

His kiss is so possessive and aggressive... I can feel his anger and frustration.

Sucking and biting on my lips, I couldn't keep up with his pace.

He finally lets go of my lips after he felt like he's had enough... we both gasp for air until our breaths are stable.

He leads me to a chair and sat next to me with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

He clears his throat.. he turns to the press and nods at them, signaling that he's ready.

*Mr Knight, you created a scene at the fashion cup, can we know why?*

"That's because he kissed my woman!"

*Your woman? Are you having an affair with the female model?*

I almost rolled my eyes but didn't... female model, as if I don't have a name.

*What about Miss Olivia Thompson? She told everyone that she is your fiancee.. is that true?*

He clenched his jaw.

"I told the press yesterday.. Olivia and I have nothing between.. I'm in a relationship with Debby Ryan!" He turns to me and kisses my forehead. "This woman besides me.. Debby Ryan.. she is my one and only girlfriend!" He smiles and winks at me.

"So, my action is justified" he added.

They nods and begins typing on their laptops.

*So, what about Mr Craig? What are you gonna do about him?*

"I'll take responsibility... I'll pay for his medical bills... but to be clear, Debby Ryan is mine!"

His grip around my waist tightens and I wince but quickly covers it with a smile.

"That's all.. dismiss!" He said.

Dismiss?! Are we in one of his meetings?!

The reporters all got up and leaves the room, when they're all gone.. he turns to Phoebe. "Get my jet ready, we're going back home tonight!"

"Yes, Mr Knight"

We're going back tonight?! What about Lucas? We can't just leave him here.

"Also make arrangements to send that motherfucker back to New York!"

"Who, sir?"

"Lucas Craig!" He growled.

I sighed... at least he won't leave Lucas here.

"Oh, ok, sir" Phoebe replies typing on her phone.

"Fucking get on with it!"

"Yes, Mr Knight!" She replies and rushes off.

He unwrap his arms from my waist and got up... He adjust his suit and head towards the door.

"Let's go!" He said... he sounded a bit cold.

But I don't blame him, I guess I deserve it.

We took the elevator and arrived in his living room in no time... He takes off his suit and throws it on the chair.

He loose his tie and throws it on the chair too. Then he sits down and glared at me.

"Debby, is there anything you'd like to tell me?" He asked calmly... Ok, too calmly.

Wait... did he just called me Debby? Not Angel?!

Maybe I really pushed his limit this time... I chew on my lower lip nervously, not knowing what to say.

"I'm waiting... Fucking speak, Debby!!" He boomed and I flinched back... almost losing my balance.

"I.. we.. I..."

"Stop. Fucking. Stuttering!"

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I... I just.... "

He bangs on the table.

"You just what? Wanted to make a fool out of me?!" He roared.

I shake my head frantically.

"No! No!" I gulp. "It's just... It has always been my dream to be a model.. I don't have any education, nobody wanted to employ an uneducated girl like me... Modelling was my only option...."

"Nonsense!!" He cuts me off. "What a silly excuse!" He laughs rhetorically. "Yeah, let's say it was your dream before you met me... Now it shouldn't be your dream no more, you shouldn't care about making money because my account is goddamn loaded!"

His account is loaded? It shouldn't be my dream no more?!

"Andre, what are you talking about? You make it sound like I'm a gold digger!"

"Don't change the topic, Debby..."

"No!" I cut him off. "I'm not changing the topic... Why should I give up on my dream? Your account is loaded with your hard earn money.. not mine! You're a freaking billionaire while I'm just a lowly pauper... How do you think I can stand side by side with you!"

"And you think modelling will make you rich? You think it's that easy? Huh?" I didn't reply.

He pulled on his hair. "Listen to me... Angela Perkins, she's 80years old and has been modeling all her life, but she is still poor... Do you know what those models do to get to where they are today?"

I shake my head.. he's looking down on me.. he thinks I'm a nobody.

"What do you mean, Andre?"

"I don't mean anything.. I'm simply letting you know how dirty the fashion world is.. it's not meant for you!"

I lets out a dry laugh.

"Now I get it.. you mean, I'm uneducated.. that I have no class.. so I can never achieve anything!"

"That's not what I mean.. wait, when did we come to this.. I simply want you to realize where you did wrong!" "Where I did wrong?"

"Yes, you lied to me... I called you this morning and asked you where you were.. Spain wasn't your reply!"

I nod...

"Yes, I did lie but that's because I was scared you won't let me attention the contest! You said you hate modelling!"

"I said that.. that's because I know what those models do to get their fame... I know how many of them try getting close to me just to be famous!"

I stared at him unbelievably.

"So, you think I'll be like them? You think I'll chase after billionaires too?"

"Debby, try to understand my point, I... "

The door snaps open and Phoebe comes in.

"Mr Knight, your jet is ready!"

Andre curse under his breath, he reaches out and pulled me closer. "We'll continue this conversation when we are on board!" He whispers in my ear. I scoffed mentally ignoring him.

"Let's go!" He said to Phoebe.