The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

After driving for an hour without a determined destination, thinking about what I had read in the contract that Rafael showed me, I found myself standing before the door of the place I liked the most – the gathering of amateur painters. Even though I wasn’t a professional painter yet, I felt relaxed whenever I started painting.

I stood before the blank drawing board, and all I could see was Rafael’s face. An amusing thought suddenly popped into my head. I smiled a small smile and started drawing lines on the board. Every line I drew was a release of frustration and anger towards Rafael. His thick eyebrows were knit together, his sharp gaze was gleamed with evil, and his tightened lips curved into a playful smirk. That was how I imagined his facial features at that moment. Then I painted him holding a whip, poised like an executioner.

Finally, after almost three hours, I finished my initial draft and stared at the board with satisfaction. He deserves it. A hasty idea came to my mind and I smirked while still gazing at the board.

Without any delay, afraid that if I waited longer I would change my mind, I hastened my steps straight to the receptionist.

He smiled at me and said, “How can I help you, ma’am?”

“Hmm, I want to send this painting to someone,” I said, feeling awkward. The receptionist will see the painting I painted.

“Sure, ma’am. Please give me the address,” he replied, then added, while entering some data on the desktop before him, “would you like to pay now or upon receipt?”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Now, please,” I mumbled, handing him my credit card.

But when I parked my car outside Merrin Villa, I began to doubt what I had done. “Should I call them and cancel it?”

I knew provoking Rafael wasn’t going to pass that easily, so hesitantly, I decided to undo it. However, I went straight to my room, intending to call the receptionist at the gathering of the amateur painters. Before I reached my room, I heard Laura, the housekeeper, saying, “Hello, Miss Natalie.”

I turned around and smiled, “Hello, Laura. Is my grandma asleep? She must have been waiting for me for dinner!”

I turned off my phone after Rafael called me via Jack’s phone. I knew he would try to call me from other phones, so I turned it off.

But my eyebrows rose slightly when Laura said with a smile on her face, “Mrs. Merrin and her daughter are not home. They went to visit Mr. Jeverson,”

Mr. Jeverson was Grandma’s brother. I asked with confusion, “Why didn’t they tell me?”

“They tried to call, but your phone was off,” she said.

I nodded and then asked again, “Didn’t they say when they would be back?”

“They said they would stay for just a couple of days,” she replied.

I nodded and turned around to go to my room, but she added promptly, “Miss Natalie, should we serve dinner now?”

I stared back at her, thinking that I didn’t want to see Rafael, so I lied and said, “I already ate.”

Then, I headed to my room. I opened the door and was totally shocked. I blinked several times. Is this really my room? I took a few steps forward, eyeing the amazing flowers that covered the bed and the flickering candles around the room. The flowers and candles were arranged beautifully, with a path of flowers and candles leading to the bed. The bed itself was adorned with flowers spelling out the words, “LEMME EXPLAIN.”

As I took more steps forward, the room door was closed behind me. I turned around immediately to find Rafael standing before me, lazily leaning on the closed door, and his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

The corner of his lips curled into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow and said in a commanding tone, “Come here!”

I was about to move my legs and go to him, but fortunately, I regained my composure and stayed in my place. I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, “What do you want?”

“Look at the bed!” he said, fixing his gaze on my face.

I stared at the bed and glared at the written sentence with flowers, LEMME EXPLAIN.

Even though this gesture moved my heart, I rolled my eyes, trying to seem indifferent. I sneered, “This meant nothing, Raf. I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

He took a few steps forward, his tall figure standing before me, and mumbled, “You didn’t even continue reading the contract!”

“I don’t wanna read it, Raf. It meant nothing to me. I believed that you wanted to give us a chance, but I was wrong,” I said with contempt.

“Could you at least finish reading it?” he retorted with a flat tone, but I could notice the frustration in his eyes.

However, I ignored his request and turned around the room, taking in the effort he had made for this romantic gesture. It wasn’t the most elaborate romantic decoration a woman could have, but his effort was clear.

I lifted a flower, played with it between my fingers and said, “I never imagined you as a romantic man.”

“I’m not. But here I’m trying my best to please you,” he smiled patiently.

“So, the master wants to please his slave. Isn’t that odd?” I smirked skeptically, unconvinced.

“You didn’t look high at me, did you?” He asked with a gloomy expression.

“You urged me to. Is there a man with his full brain asking his wife to be his slave?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know.

“It’s not what you think, Natalie. The contract is meant to serve and protect you, not me. I’m afraid I might hurt you, so I wanted you to secure your rights under any circumstances,” he explained.

“So, let me take this straight. You want to protect my rights by making me a slave?” I asked, my eyes welling up with tears.

“This will go nowhere, Natalie, if you haven’t read the contract,” he insisted.

I surprised myself when I heard me saying, “Okay, I’ll just read it, Raf. Don’t expect anything”

His face lit up, and he smiled. “Yes, that’s all I want you to do, just read it.”

He handed me a paper from his pocket, and despite the tension, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you walk around with contracts in your pockets all the time?” I teased him.