Unrequited Love

Chapter Four

The knock on the door is so annoying. Irritated and annoyed, I open the door, my PA is in shock with my appearance and that's when my brain clicks! The gala. I check my time, it's 9:30 AM already. The red carpet has already started. I'm not one to leave my space in a mess so I have to arrange my house before I can even start preparing for the gala. My PA is still staring at me, mouth wide open. I close the door and get to work.

Not many things are disarranged. I make my bed, sweep my house and start preparing for the gala event. Neither my inner nor my suit is ironed or properly washed. It's either I buy or I do my laundry, I am in a rush so I go with the former option. I buy, I purchase from MK in order to save time. All his ready to wear are always laundered and I am satisfied with his services. I gel my hair to the side and I'm good to go. I'm in no mood to wait for the chaffeur so I ask my PA to be my chaffeur, he has no qualms with it so we set off. My Expresso in my right hand and my tie on my left. I wrap up my unfinished business before we leave the house.

The red carpet is dry, but the moment I set my feet on it, paparazzis appear from every corner, almost blinding me with their flashlights. The bodyguards open the path for me without verifying my invitation, but what can I say that is why I'm Asher. The hall of this event is bigger and more exquisite of the annual gala that was held last year. I exchange handshakes with my shareholders and I nod at my non-business partners. If not mother, I would not even bother sparing them a glance. I am on my way to my designed arena when my eyes catch a scene. Melanie's hair is dripping red liquid down to her clothes, but upon a closer investigation I can see it is not blood but wine, I restrain myself from interfering, not willing to contend with the powerhouse of London. A girl who I deem as a fly smirks and dumps another bottle, this time around it's liquor.

Cecilia dumps another bottle on me, I close my eyes and wait for the liquor to run down my dress but my senses are invaded by a strong masculine scent, I open my eyes to find Asher holding an empty cup and Cecilia's dress is wetter than mine. Her see through is taped to her body.She wears a chiffon top and with the liquor soiling it,I need to raise my eyes from Asher's shoulders to know that all eyes are on me. If there's anything I hate in my life, it's definitely unnecessary drama. I blink the tears from falling freely, my throat bobbing up and down. I am thinking of an escape way when Asher pulls off his jacket and wraps me with it. He grabs my tiny fingers in his big giant palm and leads me upstairs. Teeth clattering, body shivering, hot tears running down my face, I blame myself for all that has happened.

If only I had accepted the truth from the very beginning, if only I had stayed away from Dean, if only father and mother had provided me with love, I just wanted to be loved, was that too much to ask of this stupid universe. f**k cars, f**k airplanes, f**k investments, I just want to feel loved. The breeder is blowing furiously just like the anger in my heart. Bitter tears rush down my face, tears I can't control, I do not even realize Asher is still with me until I try to dry my dress and he clears his throat. My dress has a big red splotch right at the center.

"What do you have with her?" "An unsatisfied client?"

I don't know why but the answers slips freely from my lips, maybe because he saved me or because the earlier I start seeing him as my husband, the easier life will be for me, but I answer him as smooth as hot butter slips from a metal knife.

"My ex's ex girlfriend"

Now that I say it loud, I realize how stupid I am and I make a decision to save my self an protect my heart. To trust no other human not even myself in romantic dealings. Today, the 9th of October, I promise to lock my heart and focus on myself, so help me God.

From the time I mention Cecilia's connection to me, Asher has been staring at me as though I have mysteriously grown two heads. I blink my eyes in confusion and I'm about to confront his amazed look, I wobble and everything goes blank.

She falls in to my arms and I can't help but feel her smooth tender skin, I wrap her around my biceps and rush her to the hospital. Her body is so hot, you could use her as a house warmer in this condition. She is still shivering even when unconscious or should I say subconscious, the elevator keeps on dinging and I'm forced to stand by the elevator with an unconscious Melanie.

Finally, it dings and opens. I rush in to the elevator before eyes can see and people starts trooping in, I tap the down arrow button so hard, I am afraid it'll break with the next push. The door closes leaving just me and Melanie alone in the elevator, I shake my head eliminating any wrong thoughts from initiating in the first place. The elevator opens showing the empty passage that was once filled with guests. I sprint to my car and thank goodness, my chaffeur is up. Mr David has always been one to follow rules but not me. I put him in the back seat with Melanie and I speed like crazy, I break through all the speeding tickets, I'm not bothered money is not a problem. We arrive at the hospital and instead of them to attend to the patient, they all focus their attention on me. I follow the stretcher as she is rolled into the VVIP ward, the doctors ask me to stay outside, they ensure me her health is in safe hands. I see no reason to notify her family members because if they cared about her, they would be the ones here, not me. The doctors and nurses all barge out at the same time, exactly two hours since she was taken in to the theatre.

I can't control my feet or my mouth when I move to the head doctor and ask a question that seems strange and foreign in my ears.

"How is she?" "Is she alright?" "What is wrong with her?"

"Luckily, you brought her right on time. She was poisoned and the antidote had almost gotten to her heart, are you aware of the substances she consumed some few hours before she collapsed?"

My blood runs cold when the previous incident plays in my head, so that Cecilia had no fear whatsoever, she tried to kill someone in a gala event. An event that screamed nobility. I analyze it in my head and for her to do this, two things are involved, it is either she knows Cecilia has no one backing her up or she has a powerful powerhouse supporting her crazy actions and the only person I am aware of that will possibly try to kill Cecelia publicly is her ex boyfriend, Dean. Time to do some digging. I sure hope it is not the later because somebody will surely go down. It takes me just one phone call and all of his wired transactions are on my phone, I send it to my PA asking him to compose a file of interesting details immediately.

This Dean is definitely more than what meets the eye. By the time I arrive at the office, all his details, his life accomplishments, his previous relationships, all in one folder. Just as I expected, he is where he is today not by hard work or brains. I smile, I have him right where I want him to be.