Loving My Ex's Boss

Episode 4

Lana's Pov

“My darling angel, never forget that we are the products of our decisions,” Granny Ada would always say to my younger self while weaving my hair whenever I go visiting. I never understood that statement but growing older, I got to know what she meant.

However, right now, sitting in front of the richest billionaire Los Angeles has ever seen, I had no care in the world about the turn out of my decision. All I wanted was blood and I didn't care what I had to do as long as I got it.

“Now, tell me sweet pie, what's your condition?” He asked, making me giddy inside. I didn't know why but for some strange reason I liked the pet name he accrued to me. I liked his scent, his serious and playful aura, his perfectly crafted face and his… “Lana?” He called, making me shake my head in realization of what I had done; I was drooling over my one night stand, over my boss. Get it together, Lana!

Clearing my throat, I gently placed the empty glass of water I had gulped the water he offered me from and sat upright while he waited patiently, using his eyes to nudge me to go on. “On the condition that you help me get my revenge.” I had summoned courage to say that because I knew how wealthy and powerful he was, he was capable of helping me with it. However, his reaction told me otherwise. He squinted his eyes at me as shock flashed through his eyes.

Silence ensued and for a moment, I second guessed my decision but as I was about to stand up, he said, “Alright. Is that all you want? Anything else?”

I was shocked by his question. Was my quest for revenge not enough? Wait, why wasn't he asking who I wanted to deal with and why? Most importantly, what's in it for him? Why was he doing this?

“Perfect! Come on, let's go,” he said, picked his phone and started heading out. “We have an hour to prepare for the party.” I was dumbfounded but just followed him like a PA following her boss.

“Uhmm… where are we going sir?”

“To get you a makeover and sweet pie, get rid of the sir, alright?” I nodded and he added, “I'll get my PA to prepare the contract and get your copy of the contract sent to you. I'll be fast with this, I believe you're smart, right?” I nodded again as we entered into his Rolls Royce and we started the journey to an unknown destination.

“I have to provide a wife today or lose my inheritance to my bastard brother and that is where you come on. I already informed my Nana that I'll be presenting you tonight and while you my dear are just a regular sweet pie, most people present in the event would be the crème de la crème of the town so all I need you to do is remain calm, classy and sweet.

“Monique will take care of your looks and all you need to do is follow my lead. You do not have to answer any questions, I've got that covered and if you can pull this off, then, you will not just have a monthly blank cheque as a reward for being my wife, you will have your sweet revenge.”

By this time, we were already in a beauty house and before I could say Jack, I had transitioned to a beauty queen. I had a glass-like shoes, literally like the one in the cinderella story and a beautiful slit green gown that matched my eye color, my brown hair was styled to match my makeup and as we drove to Lancelot's mansion, I was filled with awe as to how fast my life was changing but I couldn't help but ask who really was Lancelot?

“We're here, sweet pie,” he said, opening the door for me, offering me his hand which I took and graciously alighted the car. As we walked towards the huge door of the mesmerizingly luxurious building, I began to sweat, nervousness slowly creeping in. “Hey,” he said, turning to face me, noticing I was nervous.

After a few minutes of staring at me scrutinizingly, he softly said, “You know, you mustn’t do this. We can go on with the divorce and this would be like it never happened.”

As I stared at him silently, I contemplated what he said. If I pass through this door, there is no going back and indeed I'd have to live with the decision I make. I'll have my life changed drastically, living a lie all for my revenge desire. But then, the warnings of Ethan and my sadistic step sister replayed in my head, then the betrayal, the nonchalance and lack of remorse over their cheating, it all flooded my mind like a tsunami.

“No,” I said, closing my eyes and willing myself to bring in my A-Game. “Let's do this,” I added, smiling sweetly as he opened the door.

When we entered, the already bubbling party went silent… deafening silent, the kind of silent where if a pin is dropped, you would hear the sound it makes. Everyone stood still as their eyes went from Lancelot to me. It was obvious they were anticipating who he was going to bring and might I add, they were all impressed except a certain few like Cassandra, my step mother, Morgan whose expression went from pure shock to anger.

“Oh! Finally, the celebrants are here!” A gorgeous looking woman that resembled Lancelot but slightly old exclaimed, walking towards us with genuine fondness displayed in her eyes. “Welcome, welcome my dearest,” she added, giving me a warm hug.

“Waw! Someone has suddenly forgotten my existence,” Lancelot said and I chuckled.

“I've seen enough of you in my lifetime. You'll be fine,” she said, making me laugh again as she led us into the humongous parlour, holding me softly like I was fragile. “I've heard a lot about you already, Lana.”

With that, the get together party continued. People went on with their conversations as I was introduced to a few people who were pretty nice. So far, everything was going well, maybe too well but I hoped it would continue. Lancelot was having conversations with several wealthy looking people and Nana Emma had left to attend to her friends, giving me some space to myself.

My throat was dry, so I went to a table, picked a drink and gulped it, feeling refreshed and proud that I was doing good so far, until…

“You witch!” I heard my step mother's voice from behind me. “What the heck are you doing here and how in the world did you come in with Mr. Lancelot Herod?”

I opened my mouth to talk but Cassandra cut me off. “I'm sure she seduced him or even drugged him or something cause she's clearly not his type. Wait, maybe she bewitched him, mother!” She yelled. Luckily, people were too involved in their conversations that they weren’t aware of what was happening. Cassandra’s face was red from rage but I was certain she was just trying her best not to embarrass herself. “She shouldn't be with the best man, I should!”

“Calm down my princess,” Morgan said, rubbing her hands soothingly on Cassandra's hands. “She might have come as his plus one but she can never have him. She's just a filth, an orphan and a nobody. I'm sure Madam Emma would drop her like a plague once I have a conversation with her, alright?” Cassandra nodded, sniffing and wiping off a tear.

As I watched them like they were acting in a movie, it dawned on me that these people were indeed in for my head, they would stop at nothing until I was probably dead. First, Cassandra steals my boyfriend without batting an eye and now that she sees me with Lancelot, she wants him too? To top it off, Morgan wants to jeopardize this for me? How far can they really go?

“You! Have you no shame? Is this how you go around seducing men now? Your stupid dead mother should be rolling in her grave!” Morgan spat and it stung. If anyone should have shame, it should be her. She stole her friend's man and made my life a living hell.

I summoned courage and said, “Don't speak of my mom that way. Also, you should be the one ashamed, not me!” The next thing I felt was a sting that came from her slap and as I glared at her, she raised her hands to hit me again but it remained in the air, someone had stopped her; Lancelot.

“Oh… My dear Lancelot, we… we were just having a family time… right, Lana love,” she stuttered, looking scared as she put down her hand, waiting for me to affirm her statement but I remained silent, fighting back the tears that was threatening to spill.

“This will be the last time you will raise your hands on her again, do you understand?” Lancelot said and they nodded vigorously. Turning to me, he smiled softly and his eyes…it spoke to me saying, 'You're alright now, I've got you.’ And it ressured me, making me smile.

“Come on,” he said, wrapping his hands around my waist as he led me to the center of the room, eyes trailing us.

“Can I get your attention please?” Lancelot said, clicking his glass with a fork and successfully earning the attention of everyone gathered. “I know some of you thought this was just a regular function we rarely organize which is true but I decided to use this opportunity to introduce the woman that stole my playboy heart.”

He looked at me deeply and for a split second, I could see the admiration in his eyes, it was real, then, it morphed into longing and… love?

Straightening up and looking back to the crowd, he added, “Ladies and gentlemen, meet Lana Micheals, my wife and Co CEO of Herod & Co.”

Wait, what?