I didn’t stop, continuing my way down the hall, unwilling to listen to him. Wherever it is I’m headed to, I will find my way out myself and I do not need his help. Or so I thought. For the door I was headed to, I tried to push it open but it was locked. I tried again, then again but it wouldn’t budge. I huffed out a breath, picked up the pieces of my last remaining dignity and then made my way back-and as if knowing I’d be back-he did, he was waiting in the exact same spot I’d left him, calmly sipping his tea.
Upon seeing me return, he offered me what was supposed to be an innocent smile but I know he’s only mocking me. “Oh, welcome back.” His smile widened. “Did you have a pleasant time touring the house?”
My hand fisted by the side, as I tamped down my annoyance. I swallowed down my pride. “Where is the way out?” I even plastered a fake smile on my face.
Thankfully, he didn’t tease me any further. Instead, he gestured down another corridor wordlessly. I let the fake smile fall, then stormed down there, not without leaving a remark in its awake. “I hope we never meet again!”
“We’ll meet soon, Isabella.” He sounded so certain of himself, and I could feel him getting closer to me, as if he’s following behind me.
I scoffed, glad when I could spot the door out. “In your dreams.” I reached the door, pulled it open, and stepped out. Luckily, it’s the right door out for the field span out, along with the driveway that leads to the gate. Relief filled me instantly as I marched there.
“I’ll be sure to dream of you then.”
I stopped, then turned around to see him standing by the door, sporting that smug smile of his that annoys the living crap out of me. I didn’t respond, knowing it’ll only lead to another round of quarrel I have no strength for. Besides, the sooner I get the hell out of here and away from this weird man, the better it is for me. I fished my phone out, ready to call Amy and ask her to pick me up wherever this is. But, her message was the first thing I saw came in immediately. –I’ve tracked your phone. I’m outside the house. Amy.
I released a sigh of relief when I stepped out and saw her car waiting like she’d stated. I hastily made my way towards it, pulling the back door and getting into it, before slumping on the chairs there. She turned around on her seat to look at me, “Should I ask?”
“Just drive.” I closed my eyes, placing the back of my hand on it. “It’s best you don’t know.” I whispered. Whatever happened today, and last night with this strange man, I’m wiping it from my memory. He’s bad luck, and I want no part in it. Besides, in the plans I have for my life, there are no rooms for people like him.
***
Isabella Montague.
“Book a flight for me back to England tonight.” I said to Amy, as the elevator doors dinged open, signifying our arrival at the penthouse where I’ve been staying since my return to New York a few days ago.
My father has houses scattered around the States, and I could’ve chosen to stay in any of them but I don’t feel like it. I prefer the privacy that comes with staying at a penthouse. Besides, the owner of the Hotel is an old friend so I don’t have to worry about my privacy and stuff.
“I thought you were going back tomorrow.” Amy inquired, following after me as I had stepped out the moment the doors opened, her phone already in her hand-no doubt already on the task.
I shook my head that’s still throbbing, reminding me that I will need a relaxing shower and a hungover soup. “Change of plans, I want to leave tonight.” I have no business in America, at least, not yet. Besides, my family is in England, and so, I’m in no place to stay here any longer than necessary. “Anyways.” I spoke up again. “Check up on the jet if you have to.”
“Andrew took it to fly to the Bahamas.” She announced.
I hummed drily. “Why am I not surprised.” I mumbled not so lowly, rolling my eyes in the process. Of course he’d take the jet I brought to the Bahamas, and then label it that it’s because of work. As I’m here to kid around. I mean, everything points against me but you get what I mean.
“-Just book me a flight whatsoever.” I waved it off, unbothered by taking a plane instead of my family jet that’s currently unavailable thanks to my dearest step brother.
“Already on it.” And that ladies and gentlemen is why I love Amy. “I found a flight that leaves at 19:40pm. Booked two first class for you and I. Meaning,” She snapped her folded Samsung phone close, “we have a few hours for you to rest and sober up before we leave.”
I looked at her over my shoulder, offering her a wide grin. “Bless your soul.” I blew her a kiss. “What would I do without you?”
She offered me a tight lipped smile back-her mocha lipstick covered lips slanting upwards slightly. “An absolute wreck, that’s what.” She pointed out, knowing she’s right.
“You’re right about that.” I nodded, unbothered to deny it because there’s no point in doing so.
“That’s what I thought.” She kissed her teeth, then waved her hands off. “Now go and take a shower, you reek of expensive man cologne, and wine. I’ll prepare some hungover soup for you in the meantime.”
I sighed, my arms hanging by my side as I pouted slightly, flashing her the puppy look. “I love you.” I made heart shape with my index finger and thumb.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.