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The absconded

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"Make me forget... all of this... please..." she pleaded.

My suit jacket was wet and the shirt underneath felt wet as well, it was nothing but her tears.

What is wrong with her?

Why isn't she alright?

Would she tell me if I ask her?

All these questions were running through my mind when I felt her shaking against me.

"Are you sure muffin?" I asked her, I didn't want to make her feel used.

After this night I wanted to know her more, know why is she so vulnarable and make all those people regret who made her feel sad and alone.

She didn't say anything, she just nodded on my chest.

I hugged her for the last time as she wrapped her small arms around my torso and muffled her cries.

I pulled away and grabbed her chin and made her look in my eyes, her eyes were red by crying and she wasn't done crying yet, I wiped all the tears as her breathing became uneven.

The people around us that moment became the least important people, as we both were lost in each others eyes.

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She still haunts my dreams and appears every time I try to sleep, every time I think of any other woman her small frame comes in front of me haunting me with her smile. It's been five years now, I tried and am still trying to find her and make her mine but she just left in the morning. I haven't touched a woman in five years. I know your reaction about the statement I said above; rolling eyes, sighing, scoffing, and thinking that I'm bluffing or something. But trust me I'm not, I can't process knowing she isn't here with me, I knew she was a virgin when I claimed her mine, she was tight and and she screamed like there's no tomorrow when I was inside her, the night was the best yet the most dangerous night of my life. Flashback: The day was very long, I had meetings and lunch with clients and had an event to attend which I turned off at the last moment because I was tired and wanted to drink and calm down. The assistant of mine is a pain in the arse, I hired her because of her good qualification and her good record, but I was and still am disappointed, she seduces me and tries to touch me and show her boobs which she doesn't know; I know that those boobs are fake she wears padded bras and s**t. My car came to a stop, my driver got out and opened the door. "Take the day off and park the car here, give me the keys and you can go." I waited for him to give me the keys. He quickly nodded, he parked the car and gave me the keys, I shoved the keys inside my pocket and made my way inside the bar. I ordered myself a scotch, sat on the couch and enjoyed the show which was going on in front of me. Wanna know the name of the show? Of course you do. 'Horny pieces of shit.' I was quite disgusted by it to be honest, I mean dry humping and sucking each other's faces off in public when you aren't even sober? And that too with complete strangers. How is that even satisfying and pleasuring? Okay, I admit I've done that as well but from the day I took the company in my hands after my father's death, I've never done anything that would cost me my image and loss in company's profit. You know how it works; the powerful business tycoons are seen in public doing all this stuff with some hoes and w****s then they claim we have affair and raid our building with the reporters for our interview, it's better stay in limits and keep your d**k in your own pants rather than trying on getting in others. The stay here in California is getting complicated now, the assistant gala and stuff is not what I want to deal with, I came here just to check whether or not the company is doing well. I want to get back to London and get back to business, my father passed all this to me before he died, we didn't share a good father-son relationship because he cheated on my mother with her very own sister and then left me and mom like trash left on streets. My father and his mistress got married and then she ran away after knowing my father has tumour. He was counting his last breaths when he asked for my mom and me, my mom being the soft hearted person she is, took me with her to see him. He asked us for forgiveness and asked me to take his company because I was his only son. I was nineteen back then, and now I'm twenty-two, I refused to take over but my mother asked me to take it because it was my grandfather's company and she wanted me to work there. So I took over and we both forgave him and the next day we got the news that he died. I got back to work, the first year was difficult, the company was not making any profit. Because of his health my father couldn't see the business properly and the employees kept cheating him out of money. I fired them all and again filled in new employees, starting from square one. I never entertained any employee let alone my personal assistant. It was, is and will always be pure work and nothing else. I got distracted when my eyes fell on a woman, she had this small frame and a petite body, I wasn't able to see her because she was sitting on the stool and her back was facing me, I saw the waitress making her way towards me. She kept down my drink which I ordered and smiled, I nodded and decided to speak up. "Serve the woman there" I pointed towards her as the waitress saw and nodded "the drink she's having now." "She's having vodka shots, she ain't in her right mind, you still want me to serve her?" She asked. It was a genuine one, she wasn't trying to seduce me or flirt with me. "Yes, serve it." She nodded and I smiled. I saw a guy approaching her as she waved her hand and shushed him away, I wondered what she would do if I approached her. As the barmaid walked towards the open bar she called the bartender who was on duty and whispered something in his ear. Nodding he moved away. For a moment I thought the barmaid warned him that a creepy guy is offering the lady sitting there a drink, but isn't it a bar/club thing to do? I couldn't help but wonder. The bartender saw me as he slipped the drink I ordered for her, her hair was reaching her hips and I was unable to see the colour of her hair because of the dark lights, but it was clear that she was blonde. She didn't have black or brown hair. She must've asked the bartender about the drink as I saw him pointing towards me. I actually felt a bit conscious as she turned around and saw me, I straightened my back and looked at her with my eyes which held some kind of emotions I wasn't aware of, that was... well, strange for me because I'm a business tycoon and I deal with people like every second of my being and I'm conscious because a woman looked at me? Damn! Flashback over I sighed and saw Kelson standing with the smirk on his face. "Thinking about her, aren't you?" He asked sitting. I rolled my eyes knowing I could never lie to him. "Yeah..." I mumbled. "It's been five years, five long years Haine!" he emphasised. "I know...." I agreed. "Why can't you just forget her, it's a big world Haine, we've tried our best but we can't find her!" he argued. "I tried, I tried Kelson but for reasons which I'm unable to realise I miss her. Every single second. Her petite small body, her blonde hair, her blue ocean eyes... I'm unable to get her off of my mind." I state as he sighed, shaking his head. "Okay, I'm going to pick up Smith from your mother's, behave for me." he threatened and walked away. "Hmm... mmm." I murmured and went back to thinking of her. Flashback She looked behind, her eyes falling on me. I was suddenly left confused and the environment around me got awkward, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether or not to wave at her, or where to keep my hand. Was I trying to impress her? Absolutely!! Wanna know why? I didn't know either. She eyed me up and down, I felt like a bride walking down the aisle... well whoever reading this is married would know. Well I'm not married but I could relate because I've listened to Kelson rant when he was walking down the aisle. You know, it feels like one would come and judge you or accuse you or your own partner would leave you alone at the altar and escape. Yep, that feeling! Coming back, my eyes were fixed on her as she was looking at me with those eyes. She looked for a bit more time then she shook her head and turned away. I was utterly confused as to what happened, she looked at me- she looked at me for more time- she turned away! Why? Am I not good looking? Did she think I'm a creep trying to get in her pants? She thought that, didn't she? My next move shocked me as well because I was walking towards her now, my hands were sweating like s**t and my mind wasn't functioning properly. I felt like the assistant who is in love with her boss and is now afraid to even talk to him. I rubbed my hands on my dress pants and sat on the stool beside her, she wasn't looking at me and I could see she was drinking a lot. The music was booming in the background as the first thing I wanted was to go in the middle of the dance floor and dance with her like there's no tomorrow. "Hey!" I began. She looked at me as if I'm a murderer who came to murder her. But then an emotion flashed through her eyes which I was unable to decipher. "Heyyyyyyyyy!" She slurred. "You're... the.. one... who" hiccup "sent.. me... the.. drink?" She asked between her hiccups. "Yes, I suppose?" I said. She laughed in her fruity voice, her voice was deep and strong in a pleasant way. The next thing I know is she dragged me to the dance floor making way for us and started dancing with me. Well she was dancing and I just stood there shocked. She moved my hands and placed it on her waist as she came closer to me and started grinding, my c**k twitched inside my pants making me more uncomfortable than I already was. "I loveeeee thisss song...." She yelled through the music. "Yeah?" I asked about adjusting my bulge under my pants with my movements. I wasn't able to use my hands because they were on her waist. "Yesssssssssss!" She squealed. We both went silent after that as she came more close to me and rested her head on my chest, she was short compared to me so her head was on my chest as she hugged me. It wasn't lust, it felt like she was in deep sorrow, it felt like she came here not to get laid with some stranger but to forget her problems. Her clothes weren't the one which the rich women wear, she was wearing a maroon V- neck backless bodycon solid mid-calf dress. But in a way I could guess it wasn't her, although I don't know this woman in front of me, I could just get the feeling that it wasn't her. "Make me forget... all of this... please." she pleaded. My suit jacket was wet and the shirt underneath felt wet as well, it was nothing but her tears. What is wrong with her? Why isn't she alright? Would she tell me if I ask her? All these questions were running through my mind when I felt her shaking against me. "Are you sure muffin?" I asked her, I didn't want to make her feel used. After this night I wanted to know her more, know why she is so vulnerable and make all those people regret who made her feel sad and alone. She didn't say anything, she just nodded on my chest. I hugged her for the last time as she wrapped her small arms around my torso and muffled her cries. I pulled away and grabbed her chin and made her look into my eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot but she wasn't done crying yet. I wiped all her tears away as her breathing became uneven. The people around us at that moment became the least important people, as we both got lost in each other's eyes. Flashback over "Uncle Magnus!" Smith yelled running towards me. "Hey little one!" I said with the same happiness as he hugged my big frame. Smith is Kelson's and his husband Ian's son. Adopted. But they never make him feel he's adopted because he doesn't know. Anyway, that's a story for another time. "When are we leaving for Seattle?" Kelson asked me, ruffling Smith's hair. "Tonight." I swallowed thinking of the same woman. "Uncle Magnus can I come too?" Smith pulled on my pants, smiling at him I grabbed him making him sit on my lap that way his back was against my chest, from the day he stepped in this house we could finally call it home. His baby voices and screams filled the house and made it our home. Kelson sure had his husband but I had no one, my mother was away, father was dead and I wasn't into relationships, I've seen my mother's and father's I didn't want to replicate them. That made my stomach churn, I always wanted to ask my mother what did she get out of that marriage? Sure materialistic things but what about the emotional baggage? Till date it haunts me if I ever form a relationship and me and my partner aren't happy what then? What if we're too scared to confront? "What did I tell you about listening to conversation Smith?" Kelson raised his eyebrow at him. "Uncle!" He whispered, finding some kind of protection from me. "Seriously?" I made a face at kelson. "You're spoiling him rotten, I'm telling you." He groaned. "I mean if you wouldn't someone got to," "Okay..enough." I chuckled. "Smith why don't you take a quick shower and meet us here for dinner?" He asked his son, but I could tell it was a direct order. "Yes." He nodded, getting off my lap, I threw my head back and sighed, what was happening to me. I felt kelson my best mate, as English people call it sit on the couch in front of me, I'm not listening to one of his stupid lecture about her again, I groaned low in my throat. Why can't I just go back to the night we met and change things? That would be great, I mean if only we humans had that superpower. Go back in time and change the horrible things we did. I bet many of them would just not cross paths with people they regret meeting, that is the worst. You actually think you'd bond with them and over the course of time you hang out chit chat and then one of you just stops, for no reason apparently. The other one tries to connect and but nothing comes out then you just start wondering if it's you, if you're being replaced or did they find you boring, My point really, is why do you think they stopped talking because of you, that you're boring. They might be the problem, they don't want to talk because they feel intimidated by you that they fall way beyond your thoughts.Ever thought? Now that I've set a point, maybe it's time you did. "I'm not even going to start with her, the way you zone out is really starting to annoy and worry me." He said quietly. "Maybe you shouldn't, it's been five years, I haven't stopped what makes you think I will now?" "I'm hoping you would man. It's alright you have money and a family and a kid who literally kisses the ground you walk on but why do you want to hold onto the thought that you'd find her? What are the odds?" "If I ever find her the wait is gonna be worth it, I'll get to tell her that I waited for her, the sudden drop of my heart on the sight of her the intense burn in my chest when I see her finally it's all gonna be worth it, I feel it in my gut. If I don't," I shrugged, swallowing hard I continued, "my soul would be at peace knowing I died trying." The air that surrounded us turned heavy, none of us spoke. We both stared at each other with some glint of truth in our eyes, he knew I was right, at least I had a valid point, I don't understand why people give up so easily, patience is key...the more you starve for something the more it takes time so it's better you don't think about it. I said don't think what will happen with that particular thing in the future, but continue working hard. Like me. "Uncle Magnus!" A smile spread on my lips listening to his voice, it was about time I thought. "Don't think about it much okay…" I nodded at kelson, he rolled his eyes at me. "Hey buddy," I saw a running Smith towards me, I spread my arms and caught him in my arms, his giggles were the best thing next to my mother's sweet potato pie I loved. "I think I saw a man in my closet," I whimpered, my eyes widened, "Yes and there's a witch residing in my closet." I heard kelson behind me. "What are you talking about?" My voice filled with horror. "He's messing with you, come on. Dinner, now." He said walking past us, I put my two fingers under Smith's chin making him look at me. "Did you really see a man Smith?" I asked, I couldn't recognise my own voice. Not again. I thought. "I really did not see a man, uncle Magnus." He giggled, showing off his half gums and half teeth. "Don't scare me like that buddy, ever." I breathed, only I knew how bad the news was of them coming. His face fell listening to my unusual voice, he ducked his face in my neck as his hand wrapped around my neck, my hand on his back tightened, I didn't think he'd understand. "I won't do it again, promise." he whispered. "I'm sorry buddy." I walked in the huge dining room, this house still needs a woman apart from the maids. "He is nine, get him down."kelson's voice rang in my ear. "Whatever." I pulled out a red velvet chair out for Smith and sat him, kissing his hair. I took a sniff, damn I'm gonna start bathing with baby shampoo. "Ah….don't sniff, I'm not a girl!" He cried out, making me laugh and Kelson gasping. "What did you just say? Where did you learn that from?" He set his fork down. "Kids in my school say that." He mumbled as if it was the most common thing to do for him. "I'm gonna have to step down in school and have a little chat with these kids." After saying that we all fell in silence, the maids served us food and we ate, Smith always had issues with green vegetables so maids had to make an extra effort to hide it and serve. Desserts were served and we devoured it like kids, well of course one amongst us was one, kelson always acted like a mother hen taking care of us, with Smith around I could never act like a sane adult, I was the one to name him in the first place, after he held my finger in his whole hand I almost cried, God that was emotional. "I want you to behave around the new Nanny, he's going to take care of you while me and your uncle are gone for a few days, you will not give him a hard time, remember he is also a student doing his higher studies so he will also have his free time, got it?" Kelson leaned forward informing Smith. "Yes dad." He nodded. "Why can't I go with you dad?" He asked in a small voice. "Because you have to go to school and do your homework." Which sucks, I know. I wanted to add but held my tongue back. "Okay." ☆☆☆

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