Victor Kingston 's pov

"Your kind disgusts me Me Kingston. Because if this is what money does to a person? I am happy the way I am. "

She screams at me with those beautiful Hazel eyes turning wild in untamable fury and I stood still for a second.

I am not that kind of a person who will be with a woman because of her personality or wit. I am the kind that dates to just bang them. And they all know it well.

With a win win situation there are no strings attached. And nothing to lose.

Minus all the headache and drama.

And in all these years of me living my life like this , no woman has ever shown the audacity to question me or even dare to raise their voice at me.

They hand me over the control.

They know how easily I can replace them.

And they know their limits.

Except for this woman.

I won't lie. If this was any other women who I brought home I would have grabbed her neck from behind and smashed my lips on her in a punishing kiss for daring to defy me. I would have taken her right here, right now.

But this was her.

And I would never do it to her.

She was different. She was not like those women who threw themselves at me and wanted me because of my money or status.

She was not like those who flirted with men.

Or even looked at them for that matter to send a signal.

She was naive and innocent.

She was the kind who wouldn't even realise if a man was flirting with her or looking at her with wrong intentions.

She had pride.

Enough to spend a night on the street, eat expired food but not to call me a stranger and ask for help.

She was responsible.

To alone take care of her sister and raise her. Sacrificing her own masters of business administration, to use the fees to have her sister get admission in the best university.

I could go on about her. Afraid of how fascinated I was of this girl and how easily she sneaked into my mind to make permanent residence there.

But I knew I had to stop right here.

" Your Kind disgusts me Mr Kingston!"

Her words repeat in my mind and I wondered what her defination of my kind was. Brute? Arrogant? Domineering? Judgemental?

Whatever it was, I will not refute.

She is right.

Yet the words she spoke next. Hit home and directly cracked the glass I spent years mending. Shattering my cold exterior for a micro second.

"Because if this is what money does to a person? I am happy the way I am!"

These were the words that sealed her fate.

Because the very next second hence I had decided.

This woman was not leaving.

Neither this room. Nor this mansion. Not my life.Not till I give her the permission to. And it doesn't seem to be anytime soon.

Money.

Indeed the most abundant thing I have right now.

But sadly I was not like those spoiled brats who inherit it in legacies and wills.

I was not born surrounded by gold.

I was born in a coal mine.

Covered in dark soot. With feet barefoot and rugged. Clothes tattered and a drunk father. Who used to beat my mother everyday.

I was a piece of dark coal that suffered a million blows to be cut to perfection and shine like a diamond today.

Victor Kingston was not a heir.

He was the creator.

And if you look closely at the number of cuts this piece of diamond has to reflect you light. You will have your soul shudder.

Money made me the man I am today.

Yet how easily this girl has raised question on the shine of this diamond.

I didn't mind her words.

Instead it was the opposite.

With eyes burning in pride and confidence. Dreams bigger than her worth. Yet with not a single penny in her pocket.

She resembled the old me in some sense.

But there was a big difference.

She was a girl.

I am not a sexist. But rather realistic. I used to sleep near the sewerage pipes or at footpaths with the fear of getting beaten up at most but being a girl it would mean far worse.

I eat expired food too.

Hell I even resorted to begging once.

And the very image of her doing all that....evoked a feeling of protectiveness inside me that I didn't even know existed.

I have tamed a lot of my beasts.

Anger being the King of them.

But today all my restraints lay shattered when I found her being followed by some goons at 3 o clock at night , in the centre of the cross road waiting to be knocked over by any car any second.

If that was not enough.

When she told me she ate expired food which led to diarrhoea, just because it was free. Unleashed all my boundaries.

And I screamed at someone for the first time after years.

I was wrong to say that prostitution thing...but my mind was imagining the worst case scenarios.

And I couldn't stop myself.

Money....just because of damned money.

I wanted to fill out her bank accounts with it.

To give her enough to take a damned bath in it.

To make sure she never ever has to see a day like this again.

But from the little I have know my princess.

She will never ever take my money.

Not even a penny.

Her pride is too big to take a favour from a billionaire.

And that's when I knew what I had to do.

I will never let her destroy her life...there was no one to take my hand and show me the right path. But she will have me. At every step, at every opportunity at every difficulty.

Even though you don't need a Prince my princess....

You will always find me beside you.

And with this thought I dared to grab her wrists in my tight grip. To command her. Leaving no ends for negotiation from my side.

"Don't make me force you Princess. You are not leaving."

Her beautiful eyes widen for a second. Her fists clenching.And next I know pure lava surges through her eyes as she starts thrashing like a wild cat.

Scratching her nails at my arms , screaming at the top of her lungs.

" You bastard! How dare you touch me! Leave my hand! Now! "

I bite back a smile eager to escape my lips. Damn. I guess lioness would have suited her better than princess.

Her hair was ruffled, complimenting her wild behaviour. Eyes ferocious and teeth grinding to feast on something.

When this something turned out to be my wrists as she rooted her 32 glorious razor sharp teeth into my hand. Trying to eat me like a carnivorous for new few minutes.

" Are you done?"

I ask not loosening my grip on her. Bearing with the pain with that cold fascade on. And she stills retreating her teeth to look up at me from under those long eyelashes.

Shock evident on her features.

Once assured she was down from the wild fever. I step closer to her. Making her gulp. Her back hits the wall behind and her pretty mouth opens and closes like a fish.

Words lost, and senses stilled.

She gulps realising there was no escape now and I look down to find her wrists turning a little red under my grip. Letting go immediately I see her rubbing her wrist with another hand. Pulling it to her chest.

We were too close, I can inhale her rose scent.

Her nose inches away from touching mine. Yet her eyes lowered to stare at my chest.

With the number of beats her heart was racing at and the pink blush flushing her cheeks. I could easily tell.

She has never been so close to a man before.

And I don't know why I felt happy about this fact.

Petty things rarely have the calibre to give me happiness. Then why I find my heart swell at this thought?

" Let me go Sir-"

" Victor"

I interrupt her and she dares to look up at me to again lower her eyes, sighing.

" Let me go Sir Victor Kingston. I have a job to hunt for and find a roof over my head."

" Have a good day"

With this she tries to slide down from the side when I press my palms on the wall beside her head. She tries the other side and I repeat my action.

With both my arms locking her escape I dip my face closer to her.

Hungry to inhale that Rose fragrance a bit more closely.

Suddenly remembering the slap she honoured my poor cheek with the last time I took this audacious step.

" I said you are not leaving Princess."

Crossing her arms on her chest, lifting up her chin. She asks in irritation.

" And who are you to say that?"

Smirking at her. I reply. Leaving her flabbergasted.

" Your new boss Miss Rose. You are hired as my personal secretary."

" You join...."

Moving back from her. I tap my watch to place my hand in my trousers.

Looking up at her.

" Right now. "

And trust me the look on her face was worth watching. She didn't know to be happy about this or sad.

And I lift my brow.

Settling with a smile nod.

" You can thank me later. We are running late for my first meeting."