Chapter 3: Chapter3
#Chapter3
Valentina Point of View
/"No, add few more dry vines and don’t make it too green and flourishing. It looks gaudy./" I said twisting my long hair into a bun. Seeing how I forgot my hairpin, I pushed the pen into the bun to let it stay on my head properly.
Gosh, why is it so hot today!
/"Eric, that is a fudging pine tree, it doesn’t bear flowers. Why are you adding Ebony to a pine tree?/" I’m so freaking annoyed as of now that I want to break everyone’s limbs here.
What the hell is the managing director and Mr. Villin doing in the New York branch that these people don’t have any knowledge at all?
Who adds flowers to a pine tree? I mean, it’s common sense to recognize a pine tree of all the trees.
/"What is wrong with these people, Arron? I’m so annoyed that I want to send all these morons to Leo for some good training. With Leo’s rotten attitude and overbearing self, they will learn a good lesson by the time Leo is done with them./" I said pulling the one who was adding dry vines to a Banyan tree, from the ladder harshly and climbed it instead.
I cannot put my hopes on these morons. I have to do it myself.
Whatever happened to studying the proposal and patterns!
Climbing it myself, I added few dry vines to the large tree, giving it a natural look. It would be better if I add some plankton weeds on the ground to make it look more believable.
With new ideas reeling in my mind, I climbed one more rung of the ladder to reach the high branch of the tree.
/"Climb down, Ms. Bianchi, I will do it for you. It’s dangerous for you./" I heard Arran call out for me from behind.
Now that I’m already on the ladder and just inches away from completing the task, I waved off his concern and tiptoed on the ladder to complete it myself.
Come on, two more inches and I can hang the vines successfully!
Damn, with my height It should be easy for me do it but still at times like these, I envy men for being larger than most women.
If only Leo was here, I would’ve ordered him around and get the work done. With his uselessly blessed height, he would be a perfect man to fix ceilings and light bulbs.
/"Careful, Valentina. For God’s sake just climb down, woman. I will fix the damn tree./" If I was hanging to the tree in a dangerous position, I would’ve laughed for straight ten minutes at how Arran, the always cool and calm man, bursting out his frustration at me.
He rarely loses his cool, not to mention how he always keeps the boundaries of employer and employee intact.
I raised my hands and arched my neck to the back completely, stretching each active limb in my body almost as if assimilating my body all over again like one of those Barbie toys.
After minutes of struggling, it just took a second to finally fix the vines and it took less than a fraction of second that in the process I finally lost the balance and is travelling to the arms of the wet soiled floor on my back.
I did not realize that I actually slipped from the ladder and was falling down until I heard several screams from around, calling my name.
With one frightened shout, I closed my eyes and waited for a painful thud garnished with pain all over my petite body.
I’m sure once my body touches the ground, I will be able to feel range the pain of delivering Agustin all over again.
My expectations were crashed and crushed when my body was not embraced by the wet soiled ground but instead embraced by the disturbingly familiar arms which extruded warmth.
Heavens! Please let it be a nightmare.
Please bless me to be in the arms of anyone but this particular person when I open my eyes.
Please disappoint my intuition of feeling those familiar thorns like venomous arms around me.
Please reverse the time and let me fall down, harsh and hard on the ground instead. I prefer to be on a hospital bed than in those disdainful arms.
/"You sure have a knack for grand entries, hottie./" And the buzzing mosquito voice is back.
Opening my eyes slowly and almost regretfully, they found pinned by familiar conniving and mocking eyes that masked many evil intentions behind that very spark of humor.
I’m sure as hell that he felt the chilling coldness from my eyes, spinning slowly inside him. If I ever had even a minute of a doubt then the unpleasant shiver that ran down his spine clearly advocated the little terror my eyes gave him.
/"Put me down./" I gritted through my teeth putting hissing emphasis on each word.
Like I was expecting – nah – like I always knew, his infamous smirk is back on his lips.
That taunting, devious and evil curve of his mouth I despise a lot!
Without another word or a thorough thought, he threw me down like a sack of potatoes. I hissed when my body hit the ground and rolled on it twice. But that was not it because that swine of a person came back to me and picked me in his arms again in front of tens of silent audience.
/"Eh, Hottie, are you satisfied or you want me to put you down in style?/" Damn, how I want to slap that smirk away from his worthless face. /"How about I put you below me? Sounds like a plan?/"
Forget slapping him, I want to crush that face and use the paste to feed birds. But then again, birds too will not eat his dirty flesh.
/"Arsenio Swine Garcia, I asked you to put me down, not to throw me. Put me down carefully before I dislocate your swine highness’s face./"
How dare he flirt with me! I will make him and his ancestors regret their stay on earth if he ever tries to play with me.
/"You are no fun, Hottie. Whatever happened to the wild grizzly Bianchi bear?/" He asked, still keeping me secured in his arms.
How come his Swine highness is getting worse day after day?
/"Your Majesty, thank you for saving Valentina from falling down. Please help me and put her down./" Arran must have noticed my lethal glare towards the Swine King of Malaga that he took it upon himself to relieve me from Swine’s strong arms.
I struggled to get out of his arms and get down but damn his strength that he gathered by excelling in several Marshal Arts is put to use.
/"And who might you be?/" Swine highness asked immediately receiving a glower from me. He has a clear idea who Arran is but the pig’s old habit of humiliating a person is not flushed away.
/"Arran, Valentina’s personal assistant and friend./"
/"Ah, right. Dear me, look at you are putting on such heavy weight. Isn’t it just a couple of years ago that you looked like a thin bud of cigar? I suppose you gulped down a whole buffalo./" Hearing him mock Arran, I had enough of Swine highness’s virus so I took a chance of his attention on Arran and punched his face.
My punch landed just where it is supposed to.
On his very dear and prideful aristocratic nose!
Swine hissed back and finally put me down, this time carefully, while he shoved rolls of tissue into his nostrils to stop the flow of his royal blood.
Good for you. You deserve it!
/"How dare you to punch me? Hitting a Royal King is asking for beheading./" His Swine Majesty hissed back, almost whining like a child.
He gave a look to his personal guard, Javier, but Javier just looked down without taking any action.
/"Are you really going to just stand there and see your king getting abused?/" He asked Javier who apparently is playing a deaf ears and blind eyes to everything his king is saying.
At least Javier has some loyalty towards me.
/"What is happening here? Majesty, we apologize for everything on Ms. Bianchi’s behalf./" Luther, who just walked into the sets, pleaded with utmost respect.
/"Ms. Bianchi, you must’ve mistaken His Majesty, Arsenio Garcia for someone else. Please apologize to him./" Luther, who knew nothing about my history with the Swine Majesty, requested.
Apologize? To Swine? Not in any lifetime.
And what’s more annoying is, people around are really thinking that I will be beheaded if I don’t apologize.
Like hell I would!
/"Mr. Luther, let’s not come between wife and husband./" Javier revealed, causing everyone, including Luther, to gasp in surprise.
Wife and Husband?
For Heaven’s sake, we are already divorced, all thanks to the Gods sitting above.
Who wants a pig for a husband? Pigs are better barbecued and fried.
/"Ex Wife and husband. EX!/" I and Swine Majesty yelled out in unison with same intensity of anger and displease coursing through out voice.
We both looked at each other, my eyes filled with despise and anger towards him and his eyes filled with anger and many more emotions that I least care to find about.
Coming face to face after two years, just five minutes in each other’s company and we are already ready to tear down the whole filming set.
I’m a changed Valentina now, Swine. Better stay away from me.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone