DESTINED FOR YOU

Chapter 9: A chauffeur

-I have something that belongs to you, I shouted and he frowned.

-Go up now.

I got into the super luxurious van, I have a big smile on my face, I try to concentrate to hide my interest.

We left the huge mansion, after driving a long distance he stopped the truck.

Without telling me anything, he got out of the car, then walked over to open my door.

He is a gentleman! I said to myself excitedly and my eyes shine with excitement.

-Get down, he told me and pulled my arm. Wait... is he upset?

-Are you stupid? Maybe you don't understand what I told you.

-I just wanted to give you your cell phone...

-I asked you to stay away from me! Why are you following me? If I left my cell phone at work, you should have left it there.

-You haven't realized it yet, he escaped from my mouth and I wanted to disappear at that precise moment. I tried to correct him, but my nerves didn't allow me to speak. His sky-like eyes look at me in a very strange way.

-Also... I continued... Last night the men from the party were chasing me. Surely they were looking to get revenge on me, but they couldn't. You should be more careful.

-As?

-Yes, look, I told him and showed him the mark that the i***t made on my wrists to prevent my attack.

He-he dared to hurt you, he said, turning away from me.

He cares and I can't stop looking at him charmingly.

-Don't worry, after the strong kick I gave him in the crotch, he won't be able to have a child, I assure you, I said and laughed.

-Don't face them again, he told me and he took my phone out of my hand, followed by that he wrote down his number and I got excited.

-It's my driver's number in case you need it, he can help you. After that, he turned around and got into his truck, stealing my breath away.

I have a big smile on my face, but that didn't last when I saw where I was standing. No bus passes here.

How could he leave me here? I must have said something that bothered him.

Damn, I'm going to be late for work, and apparently I'll be sleeping on the streets today too if I don't get an apartment!

I picked up the phone, I was about to call Ashley, but I gave up... I'll call Gabriel's driver for abandoning me here in the middle of the desert.

One day he offers to take me to the door of my house, then he sends me his driver...

“His driver,” several thoughts invaded my mind, and if Gabriel is Mrs. Henderson's grandson, I was left with my mouth open, surprised, remembering Luis's words.

It is for this reason that he goes with her everywhere, he could not be just a simple employee, because with the attitude he has had for a while she would have fired him from her.

I contacted his driver and although he seemed confused, he agreed to pick me up.

After ten minutes a black car parked in front of me, it was him. He was a very elegant of an older man in a fine suit, and apparently very kind.

I told him that he had to get to work but with the traffic on the road he wouldn't get there on time. I got very nervous.

Felipe, the driver, saw me very restless and somehow I felt confident telling him what was happening, maybe you have a contact who rents an apartment and at a good price.

I look at the time and see that I won't make it to the supermarket on time. I had no choice but to call the boss to tell her about my situation and incredibly she accepted.

We went directly home, on the way I took it upon myself to look for any available rentals.

-Girl, they can't evict you from one day to the next.

-I know, I'll see if I can reach an agreement, I replied.

I got home, I had a lot to do... I got frustrated when I saw all the requirements they asked me to rent and especially the amount of money I didn't have. Nerves began to take over me.

After a while I received a call from Ashley, even though she is my best friend, I didn't want to tell her this, because I know she was going to try to put me up at her house. At first I was with her for a week and it was chaos, she always has male visitors and a lot of parties, I don't know how she manages to stay so energetic at work.

After speaking with her, I texted Mr. Rosales. I know it's cowardly, but I don't dare to talk to him, he always tries to break me as if I were a child.

I told him that I need more time and his response was that tomorrow they have the first therapies and they need me to leave. This time his voice was calm, yet I stood firm with what I left him.

He told me that later he would call me and talk better, then he cut me off.

Unhappy! Not yet, I won't leave until I get something.

I opened my laptop, I went online to see if I could find any publications about my search, but other than that I found something else and I didn't like it at all.

Who is that b***h that is with my love?