Unrequited Love

Chapter Two

In my life, I have never been rejected by a woman. Rather I do the picking. Right from college, I was the man of every girl's dream and here is the rejected daughter of a family I can single handedly buy with one of my minor shares rejecting me. I chuckle darkly.

"Interesting", her father darts his eyes back to me and I almost scoff. If only he was headstrong as his daughter, this contract marriage would have favoured him majorly. A man with no dreams, it will take me nothing for me to pull him down. From the looks of it, all this does not belong to him and as for that Melanie, I knew she would be the spoilt daughter of a spoilt brat and I vouch to handle her. Like father like mother. I can not believe of all families mother could see to choose a wife for me, it just had to be this one. I had asked grandpa time and time again and he kept saying there was no connection between us so why then would mother set me up with a family whose league was way behind ours. Even in the next ten years, they would not be where we are now. I am still submerged in my thoughts when Mrs George comes in, her heels notifying us of her presence long before she arrives. She is the complete opposite of her daughter in resemblance.

She has straight blonde hair, a round face, pointed nose, dark plumpy lips and a fat build. I can't help but marvel at the contrast. Melanie has wavy almond hair, an oval face, straight nose, red rosy lips, slim figure and a narrow waist. She doesn't even look like any of them, as in, there is no slight remembrance. I wonder how I do not see the difference in the first place and just taking note of it now. Anyways, There are better things to occupy my mind with than their lookalikes. I click my tongue and check my time again, I am slowly running out of patience and I do not have the strength for all this rendezvous.

I am not in the mood to greet her, as a matter of fact, I am not in the mood to greet either of them. I stand up, my Rolex watch reminding of how much I value my time.

"I believe we are done with this discussion then, are we not?" "

"Yes sir, it is a pleasure having you"

I do not enjoy anything about my stay here, so I do not bother replying him. I call my driver who has been on standby this entire time. It does not take long for me to arrive at the garage and I see my Mercedes coming towards me. As quickly as I can,, I jump into the car and we head off in the opposite direction, home at last.

As the number one on FORBES, you would expect my house to be filled with maids and staffs, but I love my personal space and I have very little tolerance when dealing with people. Due to this, I am the only one in this big house. I unbuckle my tie so I can finally breathe, freedom at last. Unbuttoning my shirt has always been my hobby. I pack them neatly into the laundry bag and hop into my bath. The hot water never gets old on my skin, it always feels so refreshing, I groan and rest my head on the head of the shower. Just as I close my eyes to enjoy the freshness of the hot water, my phone buzzes. I do not even have to look at the screen before identifying the caller, I know it is my mother. I ignore it for the first and second time but she just won't stop bugging me. Angrily I get out of the bath, almost tripping, I stumble to my bed where I dropped the phone. I can already feel a headache coming up with this call, but it's either I pick up her call in peace and we discuss or she creates a scene in my office, something she knows fully well I detest.

"Good evening"

"Why are you not at home?" She asked in her high pitched voice, that voice that always irks me.

"I am at home, mother, where else would I be after a tiresome day" Even I can hear the tiredness in my own voice, but my mother is no different from a mosquito

"Asher, when I mean home, I mean the place you grew up, not that isolated kingdom you lock yourself in and call a house." The conversation just started and I am already massaging my temples. I blow out a deep breath because only God in heaven knows how badly I want to end this conversation. I just keep quiet at her remark and wait for the conversation I have been dreading and do not want to hear or answer..

"How was the meeting with your wife?"

"She is not my wife", it comes out so fast I can't take it back but for all I care, I do not intend to marry anyone. Love or marriage at this point is of no interest to me.

Mom is silent for about fifteen seconds and it seems as though I have won the war, her next remark reminds me she does not care about me.

"Do you study the organization of the business?"

"Did you study her?" "There is more to that family than what our naked eyes can see."

"Mother, their secrets have nothing to do with me, if they are not my shareholders, I could care less about their hidden investments"

"You are still a child and you do not understand why I am doing this." I do this for your own good. If you could hear her, you would think she was doing this genuinely. I scoff because I know fully well this is just another ploy to announce her son's Wealth once again.