Trapped in the Love of the President

Chapter 14

"Where are you taking me?" amira shouted to Vincent who was now in Amira's red porsche car and drove his car.

Vincent had snatched the key to Amira's car when he was off guard and now Amira wants to be taken somewhere. Vincent did not give any answer, he just stared straight at the road. Amira was really upset by him.

Tring .. tring .. tring ...

Amira's phone rang, she picked up the incoming call.

"Hello Tif." The call came from Tiffany.

"When are you coming back here, Ami? You know that Lecturer Huang every day nagging incessantly. It's the last semester so he's still giving assignments ... HUUAAAAA," confided in Tiffany while acting in hysterical tears.

Amira keeps her phone away because she can't bear to hear Tiffany's painful cries.

"Ami's? You're still in there? Hello?" tiffany asked who did not get a response from Amira.

"Yes .. yes .. I don't know when to return, maybe the day after. You wait for grandfather to get out of the hospital first" replied Amira.

"Well, if so, then say yes. Let me have Brother Leon pick you up at the airport hehehe ...," said Tiffany.

Amira developed her smile. "You are the friend who understands me the most. Greetings to Leon. Mueaaach."

CKIIITTT ...! BUH ...!

Vincent hears the name 'Leon' coming out of Amira's lips, suddenly braking the car he was driving so that Amira's forehead hit the dashboard of the car. Vincent's face turned dark, his heart was hot.

"Awww .... Aduuuhh .... What the hell, you can drive no hell?!!" shouted Amira while stroking her reddened forehead.

"Hello, Ami. You why?" tiffany asked who was shocked to hear the sound of the car brakes.

Vincent looked at him sharply like a tiger that wanted to pounce on its prey. Amira returned Vincent's gaze sharply and answered Tiffany, "Gak pa pa pa, Tif. I'll call you back."

"Why? You think I'd be afraid you'd look at that? Naturally I'm angry. Look at my forehead red like this. What if I'm being stupid, you want responsibility?" challenge Amira while pursing her lips.

Vincent slightly drew his smile to listen to Amira's chattering. This girl could really make her heart churn erratically.

"Partially not only once also thumped your forehead," said Vincent relaxed. (still remember Amira who hit her forehead on the plane window?)

"What do you mean?" Amira scrunched her forehead.

Vincent won't answer Amira's question. He wanted to ask about who Leon Amira mentioned earlier, but his intention was undone. Vincent flicked his finger on Amira's forehead.

"Auw .. you ... ouch ...." Amira grimaced stroking her forehead.

"Basic fool!" vincent said and returned to the car.

Vincent takes Amira to a boutique. All the boutique waiters who saw Vincent's arrival, began to approach and serve him.

Amira sees the behavior of the boutique waiters who seem to have gotten used to the arrival of Vincent.

Huh, he must have brought women here often, inner Amira.

Vincent tells one of the boutique maids to choose a dress for Amira, a dress suitable for the banquet.

"Can you explain why you bought me a dress? My current clothes are still good and there is no need for a new dress" asked Amira looking at Vincent annoyed.

You see Amira has gone back and forth five times to change the dress brought by the boutique waiter, because Vincent does not like the model. And silly again Amira just want to follow Vincent's orders to change the dress that he thinks is not good, until finally Amira's patience is exhausted made upset by Vincent.

There's just a reason that Vincent threw, the dress was too mini. Exposed shoulders and shoulders or a hemisphere that is too down.

"I want you to be my partner to attend a banquet from my client" Vincent replied casually.

"For what? Doesn't that have nothing to do with me?" amira answered more and more astonished by all Vincent's attitude.

"You still owe me, remember?" Vincent reminded Amira.

"Lho .. Didn't I just help you get rid of your fan lady? You promised me that."

Hearing Vincent's reply, Amira felt that she had been deceived.

"I said I'd only consider it. Some of your debt is as much as it can be paid off with just your ugly acting."

Amira gave a rude snort and stomped her feet into the dressing room.

After changing clothes, Amira came out of the dressing room. Before Vincent commented, Amira interrupted first, "Stop! I don't want to hear any more comments, this is the last one, I don't want to change anymore!"

Vincent the mangosteen looked at Amira in a sky blue dress with a mermaid model actually according to Vincent is still a little short but still quite compared to the personal clothes worn by Amira himself.

The personal clothes Amira wore before were too open and sexy according to Vincent, with exposed shoulders and a thigh-length miniskirt.

"Alright, this one alone," said Vincent finally relented.

After making the payment, Vincent takes Amira to his apartment.

"Hey, why are you taking me to your apartment? Didn't you say you were going to dinner?" ask Amira wonder.

"Miss Lin, can you call me by name, huh? Have you never been taught how to greet someone older than you?" said Vincent cynical. Since the first meeting, she had never heard Amira call her name or say hello properly. Amira always called him 'Hey', 'The pervert', or 'Fuck'.

"How do I know your name. You've never introduced yourself, sir!" Amira grunts annoyed.

"Have you never read the news? You don't know who I am?" vincent didn't believe that anyone didn't know him, especially a woman.

Amira rolled her eyes lazily hearing Vincent's question, "It turns out besides being perverted, you're also narcissistic."

"Vincent ... Vincent Zhang my name is, Miss Lin. Remember that!"

Vincent introduced himself and extended his hand. Amira glared at the outstretch of her hand and greeted him lazily.

Without warning, Vincent pulled Amira's hand and brought her face closer, she whispered in her seductive voice, "You can call me 'Honey' too."

Amira pinched her lips and rolled her eyeballs. Vincent gets out of the car and opens the car door for Amira.

Amira refused to get out of the car. He was afraid of unwanted things like two days ago.

But it is not Vincent if he cannot impose his will. He immediately carried Amira like a sack of rice on his shoulder and did not forget he took Amira's phone on the dashboard of his car.

"Let go! Unhand me! Help me!" amira shouted while hitting Vincent's back.

Everyone around the apartment saw the incident, but no one dared to help Amira.

"Sir, please sir! This is a bad man sir! He kidnapped me!" amira shouted for help to the security officers there.

The security guard simply greeted Vincent and let them pass.

Why would everyone let this pervert pass you by? Basic callousness alluuaaa ...! amira shouted in her heart.

After entering his apartment unit, Vincent throws Amira's body onto the sofa.

"YYYYYYYYYY .... Can't you be a little gentle, huh?!" shout Amira.

"Sorry my hand slipped" said Vincent, shaking his shoulder and walking into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water and offered it to Amira.

Amira immediately took it and gulped it down to half a bottle, she was thirsty because she was screaming for help but in vain. Vincent smiled and shook his head.

Vincent glanced at Amira's cell phone in his grasp, then he asked what was bothering him these two days.

"Why don't you reply to a message I sent, not even read? Why?" ask Vincent curious.

"Are you sending a message?"

Amira frowned then remembered, "Oh that ...."

Amira flashed her smile with a hearty face, "Hehehe ...."

"That's what?" ask Vincent, curious.

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To be continue ....