Emara Stone

"If we can't resolve this matter today, per se right now, I am afraid I'll have to involve my lawyers to take the matter into their legal hands."

My jaw drops, hitting the cemented parking lot, after knowing his true intentions.

The King of Lizardland is here not just to flaunt about his glorious kingdom and colour changing chariot, but also to throw me into the dungeons and tarnish my royal name.

"You-you can't do this!" I stare at him, with raised heartbeats.

He is just kidding, right?

"Baby, when you will understand that I can do anything and everything." Dakota states calmly, sounding like Satan in a good mood.

"I have a big diameter of things I can control, and somehow you always come in the center." He adds with a devilish smirk.

My insides jim-jams, along with my anxiety as we all go together into panic mode.

OhMyGod, what should I do? I just graduated, and got sued!

"If you would like, I can drive us to the nearest restaurant in my car." He then suggests me in a gentle tone that I have never heard from him before.

"We can discuss the matter over a fancy meal, good view, and maybe a lovely wine of your choice. How does that sound, hmm?" He tilts his head, waiting for my reply.

I cannot believe this defective piece of motherboard!

Not seconds ago, he was threatening to call lawyers on me and now he is casually asking me out on a date, like he didn't just drop a legal bomb on my ass.

My blood pressure rises over the roof and I ball my hands into fists while glaring at the bipolar bitch with those ridiculous puppy eyes.

"YOU.." I breathe out hotly from my nostrils, and hiss through my clenched teeth. "Are the BIGGEST dick I have ever seen in my entire life!"

Dakota narrows his wolfish eyes at me for a moment, before an unexpected grin cracks his hard features.

"Really?" He asks me in a cheerful tone. "Thanks!" And smiles happily.

What? Did he just thank me for calling him a dick?

"That's not a compliment, you idiot!" My anger flares even more as I correct his delulu mind.

"How can I not take it as a compliment?" Dakota blushes, looking at me and places his hand dramatically over his heart as if my words touched him deeply.

"Nobody has ever told me about my impressive size, and now it's my favorite compliment." He smiles, looking highly pleased with himself.

This certified nutcase!

"I wasn't talking about your dick size. I was calling you a dick. Ugh!" I throw my hands up in the air as frustration tickles my underarm.

"You know what.. Keep your compliment and your oversized ego! Enjoy your throne, your Majesty!" I tell him and storm away to save my remaining brain.

"Hey, where are you going? My car is here." Dakota calls me out, and I turn around to see him opening the door of his shiny red car like a gentleman.

This fucker couldn't be serious!

"My passenger seat is always empty for you." And smirks flirtatiously, waiting for me to get inside his Tesla.

How dare this double-skin lizard ask me out casually after threatening to drag my ass to the court?

"Over my sexy dead body!" I shoot back fiercely. "I would rather join a circus than go anywhere with you in that stupid car of yours."

Dakota narrows his eyes darkly at me. His face hardens from previously blushed-face, like someone flipped a switch in him.

"Fine." He snaps, shutting his car door with a little too much force. "Let's discuss here then."

"Discuss what?" I raise my brow in doubt.

"How you plan to pay me thirty grand?" He says, with an intensity of a heartless businessman, who only cares about his money.

"For your information, I only accept payments in cash, bank transfer, or Bitcoin."

I gulp nervously at his sudden hostile money-demanding behaviour, and murmur, "I will pay you.. by the end of next year."

Once my book starts monetizing, I will myself throw cash on this stingy millionaire's face!

"Do you really think my car is going to wait until next year to get re-painted?" Dakota fires back, his tone dripping with his trademark arrogance.

"I want my money now.. Or I'll see you in the court." He declares, showing no emotion other than pure greed.

My heart drops to my stomach, and I fidget with my purse wondering how on the earth I am going to pay him 30 grand, when I don't even have 30 dollars in my account?

"I-I don't have money right now." I bite my lip and blink my eyelashes slowly at him.

Dakota takes a sharp breath and turns to look up at the sky as he murmurs something under his breath, like 'so cute.'

Or was it 'screw you?'

He then looks back at me with that same old emotionless face and forwards his murderous hand towards me, saying, "Give me your phone."

"My phone?" I gasp, hugging my purse even tighter.

Is he planning to steal my phone, just like he stole my clothes to get his money back? Nope, bitch!

"I am not falling for your tricks again." I and my trust issues, both deny to the demands of the Miser King of ShopliftLand.

"Fine, then I'll send the bill of my paint to you father, who earns what? Probably 10K a month, minus the house loan and family expenses." Dakota very casually states my father's capital, making my blood bubble.

"Or I'll send it to your brother, who already took a loan for his further studies. Maybe he can take a loan for you as well." He sneers like an arrogant dick he is.

I feel my inner bitch coming out, ready to strap him and slap him with his own 7 inch cock, right and left on his cheeks.

"You.. are such a wide-annoying-asshole." I growl, flaring my nostrils in rage.

"That's debatable." He replies nonchalantly, and once again outstretches his palm towards me. "Phone."

I look for any escape plan in my sexy mind, but other than vanishing into thin air, I find none.

I reluctantly pull my phone out of my purse and hand it over to him, knowing well that I have lost this battle.

Dakota takes the device from my hand like a skilled thief, and I curiously peek over to see what he is up to.

He quickly navigates through my settings and unblocks himself at the speed of light, before pulling out his own phone and messaging me something.

My phone vibrates and he hands me back saying, "I have sent you the invoice of my car, with all the bills attached."

I zoom in on the PDF and my jaw drops like bomb on Nagasaki when I see the ridiculous amount he paid for this stupid looking car- $250,000!

Oh my Santa Claus! This bitch is really rich.

"If you scroll up, you will see the amount charged for the Thermochromic paint." Dakota tells me, sliding his long finger across the screen, until he finds it. "Which is.. Oh! It's $32,330."

What! What? My anxiety screams as well.

"That's more than before!" I gasp, feeling like I just stepped on a landmine.

"Hmm.. But since I have a soft spot for you, I'll round up the amount to just $32,300." He says with a gentle philanthropist smile.

"What? You reduced only thirty dollars!" I look at the King of CheapLand and bargain, "At least take off two zeros from the back or something!"

"Hmm." Dakota tilts his head, running some calculations in his cunning head before he concludes, "Okay, so the new amount would be $32,299 only."

What in the fucking fuck!

"Gone two zeros." He smiles like a devil.

"You.. BITCH!" I ball my fists and growl at the cheapster, wanting nothing more than to choke him with my bare hands.

"No. I am MOTHERFUKER." Dakota says playfully, pointing at the scratch like a proud motherfucker.

"So, how are you planning to pay me $32,299, Emara Spaghetti?" He smirks, effortlessly slipping back into his businessman skin.

My palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms heavy, there is no vomit on my sweater and I ain't ready to be Emara Spaghetti.

I glance around with heavy heart, having no clue of how to get off this greedy demon who will not leave me even after an exorcism.

"Do you.." I bite my lip, and bate my lashes cutely at him, "Do you accept payment in kidneys?"

I will sell Ryan's both kidneys if I have to, even his liver and eyes, just so I could payback his bestfriend.

After all, when a friend is in need, another friend can give his kid-ney, right?

Avacado eyes narrow at me dangerously. With a piercing intensity of a corporate shark, he slowly utters, "No kidneys. No sexy dances. Only hardcore money."

My heartbeats skyrocket, and I feel it thrashing against my ribs, attempting to run away as if it already knows I am broke and now, doomed.

Oh, God! How will I get money now?

"If you want.." Dakota says, calm like a monk. "I can help you." And smiles like a devil.

"How?" I narrow my eyes, not trusting a single hair on his head.

"Come to my office tomorrow." He says, hiding those toxic green eyes behind his sunglasses and opening the MOTHERFUKER door.

A question mark appears on my face as I watch him slide in his sports car like Tom Cruise, sparing me one last glance as he grins,

"I'll be waiting for you."

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