“I acknowledge the fact that you are holding all the power and control over my wealth right now, but that doesn't give you the right to decide over my life. And before doing all this nonsense remember how hard I work for the company, — my sleepless nights and now you’re treating me like shit! Is this my reward for working so hard?” I scold furiously.
“I also acknowledge all your hard work yet all of that doesn't compensate for the loss you cost to the company a few years ago. I didn't want to tell you about this but the truth is that the company has not been able to recover from those losses” he says knowing fully well how guilty I was and always been about that. It was one of the hugest mistakes of my life all in the name of love. I was younger and foolish.
“Dad! Really? I walked over that, personally for years and everything was ok. And I know everything is ok” I chide with confusion. “That is what I made you believe because I never wanted to bother you more than what you were already. I thought I could handle that on my own unfortunately it's above my powers” he adds.
“I don't believe you. I'm sorry but I don't believe you” I say.
“Believe it or not, it's your mess and you have to fix it. Now, you will go back there and sympathise with your soon-to-be wife, her family, the investors and all our invitees… Always smile at the cameras. I want the best pictures for all the newspapers and magazines, for tomorrow. I paid a lot for that. Our family name has to trend in every social media platform as well” he says passionately like the vicious man that he is.
“One last thing, the wedding is in four months. If only it depended on me alone this wedding would have been celebrated first thing tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, the Bidens insisted on having something gigantic… a wedding of all times. Nonetheless, that still plays in our favour” he happily explains to me like we were friends.
“So you even went further to discuss the wedding date in my absence? Wow! Do you realise that we are in the 21st century?” I hit my face in dismay. No matter what I say this man will never understand, I give up.
“Desperate situations call for desperate means. Meet me inside if you care so much about your whore and heritage” with this said he moves in. While I remain out roaming thoughtfully like a fool. All my extra accounts were locked but how did he get to know about them? That remains a mystery.
Just when I thought that everything is over and I'm finally getting to breathe some fresh air, properly, she shows up and I'm unable to breathe anymore. “I'm so sorry Freddy, I tried to stop them but they won't listen. I even planned to inform you but my family stopped me. Trust me, I had no idea about this ball, I thought…” she moves to me pleading.
“Trust you? Haha… How on earth do you expect me to trust you, Erika, go to hell!” I bypass her and I move back into the hall to get drunk as hell. Perhaps by making a scandal at this ball, her family will stop her from marrying me.
Damn! As it is, I have no other choice than to obey my father and be his whore for the main time. All these humiliations won't go in vain. The night went on and I avoid Erika as much as possible, the same goes for my father. I spend my time drinking so much that I don't know how but someone takes me away.
I roll my body over, weakly opening my eyes to see someone laying next to me. My eyes immediately widened in shock as I see Erika laying next to me in a nightgown, — a very transparent gown for that matter.
“What the F* is going on here!” I immediately move out of bed yelling. She shudders at the sound of my voice, wrapping the blanket over her body. “Sorry… But please, reduce your voice” she murmurs. “Hell no!” I yell and she glares at me “Please!”.
“What the F*? How come?” I wonder. “Nothing happened. I swear nothing happened, — you were too drunk for anything to even happen” she rolls her eyes with disappointment. “You drank so much last night and your father asked me to take you to your room and start with you” she explains.
“Since when do you take instructions from my father?” I frown. “And who is Sheila?” she glares back at me. I immediately move to her asking “Where the hell did you hear that name?” I scold.
“From you! From your f*cken dream, you kept on calling her name and begging for apologies. What did you do to her? Who is she? Freddy, is she the reason you don't want to marry me? Because the last time I checked, you were so attracted to me” she chides.
“It's none of your business. I think you should leave, now” I move away but then I turn back “Get things straight, yes, there was the attraction. But that wasn't because I wanted to marry, — I just want to fuck and that's all. But now I doubt if I still want it,” he says and her shoulders slump helplessly in disappointment.
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New; “Welcome to B.B.Y.C news. Headlines of the day are; Last night the young and very handsome bachelor Freddy Logan announced his engagement with the very famous Erika Biden at a ball organised by his father. - The kidnapper of the rich Kaitlin was found, etc...”
“What the fuck is this?” Natasha screams in shock as she hears the headline. Instantly she runs out to her door to pick up the new paper at her doorstep. She was still in her nightwear. Immediately she locked the door behind her while reading the newspaper.
“The bastard” yells furiously as she flung the paper away and off the tv. “Son of a bitch! I knew it!” she screams furiously as she hurries to her room to take a shower. A very quick one with so much stress “Oh my dear Sheila!” she whimpers.
After doing all her morning routine she dresses up and leaves the house instantly.
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TV News; “… B.B.Y.C news. Headlines of the day are; Last night the young, handsome and most wanted bachelor Freddy Logan announced his engagement at a ball with the very famous Erika Biden. A young... - The kidnapper…”
Seated on her bed watching the TV in her white after-bath jacket Oliver slurs happily “Hahaha, it's over for you black whore!” she screams. “Congratulations, Freddy, haha...” she happily lifts the coffee cup in her hands with a very big smile of victory on her face.
Suddenly, someone knocks at her door, “Get in” she happily rules then drops the coffee mug before veering her face to the door. “Madame, you send for me!” the manager of the hotel moves in, not too far away from the door. She immediately stands up from the bed while offing the television before moving toward him “Yes, I did. I want you to cancel the reservation for the 9th floor” she says.
“But Madam, I was told that Mr Freddy reserved it for many months which hasn't come to end yet so why the change?” he asks. “It's none of your business, just do what I say. Take this, — it has all the billing details you need” she says arrogantly. “Okay, madam,” he says before turning to leave.
“Also…” she pulls her words and this halts him from moving future. He frowns but turns back to her faking a smile asking “Yes, madam?”. “I need a very spacious two-bedroom apartment, where I will be residing for a very long…” she smiles eagerly then she glares at him with an air of seriousness and superiority. “Now, you can leave!” she waves him out like she was talking to a maid of the 15th century.
He turns to leave and she screams “Lock the door behind you!” scoffs in a low tone yet he still does it. She seats back in bed talking to herself “Freddy, you’re out the game and this is just the beginning of your suffering. I will deprive you of all that you and your family deprived me of for all these years!” she grins maliciously.