Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss 18+ novel Chapter 6

“Oh…it’s nothing,” the man said as he flashed me a super stunning smile. I wonder if he’s ever been told that he looks like a superstar actor or something along those lines…

“…I see…” I said.

I didn’t mind chatting to a stranger and he didn’t seem to be a dangerous man or anything but I couldn’t help wondering if there was something he wanted from me. I felt quite uncomfortable around him and wanted to excuse myself. Maybe I should just head home or walk around the train station instead while I wait for my train ride.

Before I could get up from the bench, the handsome man spoke up once again.

“Do you honestly think that you can get a job in one of the top companies dressed like that?” the man asked as he eyed me from head to toe and then up again.

“…what?” I asked, frankly shocked at what I just heard.

“I said, do you honestly think you can get a job at Jessen & Hills dressed in a cheap looking and outdated suit and a worn-out pair of shoes that seems too small for you? Ever heard of first impressions?” the man said, putting emphasis into his every word.

I’ve heard of first impressions before, sure, but this guy is clearly not considering what first impressions I am having of him. I hated to admit it but what he said could be partly true; however, he didn’t have to put it that way.

“I…Thank you for pointing it out but that was quite a rude way of saying it…” I snapped at him.

“Oh…sorry if my honesty offended you,” the man replied like it was nothing. I couldn’t tell if his apology was genuine or if he was just teasing me and honestly, I couldn’t care less.

“Good day, sir…” I muttered as I got off from the bench and turned to leave.

“Pouting about it isn’t going to improve how you look or get you any new clothes, right?” the man called from behind me.

I took in a deep breath as I stopped in my tracks. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip to stop myself from turning around and shouting my curses at that super rude guy. I’m poor, so obviously, I know best that pouting or complaining isn’t going to get me the things that I couldn’t afford.

I sighed and instead of turning around, decided to ignore his insulting words and continue walking forward with my head held high. Being poor isn’t illegal. Not having the best and most expensive clothes isn’t a crime. I didn’t do anything wrong and there is nothing that I should be ashamed of.

“Wait,” I heard him say at the same time that I felt my wrist being grabbed and yanked.

While stunned at how fast he had caught up to me, my body was spun around to face him once more. I looked up at him, literally, as he towered over me.

“What…” I whispered in shock as our eyes locked.

“Take this…” the man said, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt something being thrusted into the open palm of my hand. When I looked down, I gasped…