Kidnapped by a Dragon Billionaire - Chapter 87

Zi Mei managed to connect with her friends on the messaging system through their social media account. She lied to them that she had gone missing for a few days because of loansharks coming after her. Darren told her to move out but she can’t tell him that she has no reason to actually move out, especially not when she has a door leading to Thorin Loong’s home within her home. So, she made up an excuse about not having enough money to move out.

Then she quickly signed off after that. Darren had sounded like Darren. But she will have to see him in real life to see if he is in fact Darren and not the demon. After signing off the chat, she went back to check to see if the door to Thorin Loong’s house is still there. She had left the door open earlier.

It wasn’t there anymore. She stared at the blank wall in surprise. She touched it, it is firm and hard. She knocked on it. It is a typical cement wall. No hollow sounds. On the bright side, she doesn’t have to worry about Thorin Loong walking back into her house. Although there is no saying that he won’t be able to make the door appear again.

She decided to push aside all thoughts of Thorin Loong. After chatting with her friends and getting a slight semblance of normalcy, she doesn’t want to be involved with dragons and demons. If he does turn up again, she will tell him that. It was too messy and confusing. She is still having a hard time trying to wrap her head around it all. It felt as if she was stuck in a recurring dream.

Zi Mei went out to get another new phone and set it up. Since she left her old phone in Thorin Loong’s place and did not even manage to back up all her contacts, she does not have many contacts in her new phone except for those whose contacts she had backed up long ago.

She dug around for the police officer’s name card and gave him a call. She wanted to check if they had found her father. He told her they have not tracked him down at all and they were watching the men who had turned up at her house.

“Don’t worry, if they were to turn up at your place again, we will be there,” he assured her.

This gave her the assurance that she needed. At least she doesn’t have to worry about them coming back to harass her even though she still couldn’t figure out what they wanted.

The next day, Zi Mei went to college as usual. There were no surprises at her front door. Not even Darren turning up to walk with her to take the bus to college. For that, she is glad. She made it to college safely and hurried to her first class happily, glad that life is now back to normal.

She took her usual seat and took out her notebook. Looks like everything will be just fine, she thought. That is, until a tall muscled man sauntered in and sat right next to her without asking. A few girls behind her giggled, whispering about this man who is obviously new. He has blue highlights in his glossy dark hair, light brown eyes that almost look reddish and strong chiselled features.

“Excuse me, this seat is taken,” Zi Mei told him. She has a partner in this class, Jonie, and the timid girl always sits with her.

“Yes, of course, taken by me,” the man smirked. He leaned back and ignored her.

“No, this is Jonie’s seat!” Zi Mei told him firmly, glaring at him. How rude.

“Oh?” he stood up and looked at the chair and then at the desk. “Well, I don’t see names engraved on it, so obviously anyone can sit here,” he said arrogantly. He sat down again.

Jonie came in at this moment and saw someone had taken her seat. Zi Mei waved to her.

“Jonie! Come over, I was just telling him that this is your seat,” she said.

Jonie looked at the man and blushed. “No, it’s okay, he can sit there, I will do just fine, here,” she said softly and took a seat several rows in front.

“See? Free seating, don’t be so anal about it,” the man told her insolently. He leaned back and propped a boot-covered foot on the table. The leather boot was clean but she is still disgusted. It is just next to her table!

Annoyed, Zi Mei used a pencil to push his foot off the table but he refused to budge.

“Don’t put your foot on the table! That’s so disgusting,” she said after giving up trying to push his foot off.

He raised an insolent eyebrow and slowly raised another foot. Now, both his feet are on his table. He leaned back and placed his hands behind his head.

“Well, this is how I sit, deal with it,” he retorted.

That’s it. Zi Mei searched the classroom for another empty spot but everyone has already come in, many of them staring openly at the man next to her and whispering. There was no other spot.

“Well, you shouldn’t have sat here!!!” she told him, her voice rising in frustration.

“Good morning. Who’s so angry first thing in the morning?” it is just her luck that the professor walks in at this moment. This is her multimedia art class with Professor Meng.

“Sir, he’s being annoying,” Zi Mei said out loud, pointing to the man next to her. He is obviously new because she’s never seen him before.

“Ah, so, you’re Damon King?” Professor Meng asked the man. The man swung his long legs off the table and stood up. He gave the professor a bow with a flourish.

“Yes, prof! I am glad that finally I get to attend your class, I had specifically switched colleges and move to this city because of your class,” he said.

Zi Mei wanted to roll her eyes. That sounded like so much bullshit. What a suck up just to get the professor’s attention, she thought. The worse part about this the professor was flattered by this Damon King’s fake nonsense. The professor actually laughed.

“Well, good, good, I am looking forward to meet your expectations, let’s settle down and start,” the professor said.

The man, Damon King, sat down but this time, properly without propping his feet on the table. But he still lean back as if he is there relaxing, watching a movie. He did not take out any notebooks from his backpack. He merely watch the professor and seemed to be listening intently.

“Look, I know I am good looking, but please pay attention to the professor,” he muttered to her and she realised she has been staring at him for a few seconds straight.

Ugh. She quickly looked away and back down at her notes. What is wrong with her. She doesn’t even find him the tiniest bit good looking. Arrogant pretentious asshole, she thought. She decided to ignore him.

The moment class is over, she gathered her things and stuffed it into her bag. She needed to get away from that annoying new guy. She stood up to walk away but her bag seem to have sniffed on something and pulled on her. She turned to look only to see Damon King holding on to her bag.

“Hey what’s the hurry?” he asked her, winking at her.

“What are you doing? Let go! I have another class to go to,” she said, pulling on her bag but he refused to let go.

A few of their female classmates came up to them.

“Hi, Damon, I am Jeanie, if you need help being shown around, I can show you around the campus,” one of them said.

“Hi Damon, I am Sam, I can show you around too,” another girl said, shoving Jeanie aside. A few others crowded around them, ignoring Zi Mei, but giggling and smiling at Damon.

Zi Mei took the opportunity to snatch her bag from him and push past the girls. They quickly fill in the gap she left. She glanced back, there were at least 10 women surrounding the new guy.

“Hah! Serve you right,” she mumbled. It will take him a long time to extricate himself from the giggling flirtatious women. She has seen how they hone in on a good looking guy and not let him escape.

She made it to her next class – industrial design with Professor Josie – early and took her usual seat. Darren takes this class too but she didn’t see him in the seat next to hers. He usually sat next to her. Maybe he will be along soon. She has yet to see him and she is slightly nervous about seeing him after that demon attack.

Other students are now filing in and Damon King sauntered in. He honed in on the empty seat next to her and made his way to it. She quickly placed her backpack on the chair.

“Someone is sitting here, he went to the washroom,” she told him.

“Nope, that’s your bag,” Damon King said audaciously. He picked up her bag and handed it to her, then he sat down on it like it was his seat all along.

“Why are you following me?!? There are other seats here!” she hissed at him.

He rolled his eyes at her.. “Please, don’t flatter yourself, I have no interest in you at all,” he said rudely.