Chapter 3- RIPPLES
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Ryla looked at the man standing before her, and she recognized him.
“You!” She said too.
Aaron stared at the lady who had thrown up at him last night in the bar, the lady who had succeeded in completely ruining his night.
How had he not recognized her from the passport photograph on the file? So she was Ryla Felstead, the lady who had needed his help?
Ryla had recognized him too, though she had been drunk, but how could she not have recognized the man who had been yelling and calling her name when she threw up on him.
She folded her arms angrily across her chest. Could he be the billionaire CEO of the law firm she had sent her request to? Could he be the famous Aaron Rolfe?
Why had Good decided to bring her to this man again?
“Aren’t you the lady that ruined my expensive suit and made my night a total disaster?” He spat out
“Why? You also might be a disaster too”, she challenged.
“You lowly brute” he threw, “So you're not even sorry for what you did? Did you know how expensive the suit you threw up was?”
“Well ,I'm sorry. Are you going to eat me up because of some stupid suit? Was it intentional or have you seen someone throw up at will?” She asked.
He scoffed, turning around surprised to know if he was actually the one the rude lady was talking to.
“How dare you speak to me in that way? Do you know who I am?” He asked.
“You're a lawyer, so what?” She said, ”A rude, arrogant man who wanted to make money.”
He looked at her surprised. In his whole life, no one had spoken of them to him with all the confidence she had.
The same lady who he was trying to help was standing before him and insulting him to his face.
Ryla wasn't in her right frame of mind, she had rushed over to her after receiving another letter from Joshua and now someone, just because he felt he was rich, was making her day even worse.
She hadn't thrown up on him on purpose and would only apologize if he stopped making it sound like a taboo.
“So you're actually the lady who needs my help, huh? I see why your ex-husband left you in the first place,” He threw.
His words hit her like a brick wall. Ryla gasped, her jaw tightening in anger, she quickly reached for his glass of water, and suddenly it came pouring over him.
“That's what you get for saying that to me,” She yelled.
Aaron froze, looking down at his suit speechless, motionless.
“Don't you dare use my problems against me”, she said again.
“You little…witch,” he spat slowly, still dazed from the sudden scene that played out.
“You know what? I don't need your help, you can go straight to hell with it,” She said.
Aaron watched her walk away angrily with his mouth open. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His eyes dropped on his wetsuit and he looked back up to see her disappear into a turn.
Aaron had managed to go back home drenched to the bone like a lone puppy.
He got out of his wetsuit and took a hot shower, he slipped into some much warmer clothes and brewed himself a mug of coffee.
Aaron walked into his mini-office in his mansion. His thoughts went back to the event that had happened earlier.
His jaw tightened in anger and his hands gripped the hand of the mug so tight he could have broken the poor ceramic.
Who the hell was that lady? How dare she insult him the way she did and crown it all by pouring a glass of water on him?
What guts she did to look him in the eye and do what she did to someone as powerful and influential as he was.
He sipped his coffee and glanced across to his desk at her file, someway he had carried it along with him.
He was going to deal with her, he thought angrily. First she totally ruined his suit with her puke and now, she had disgraced him by pouring water on someone as influential as him.
He sat down on his chair and picked up her file, Ryla Felstead. He read again and glanced at her picture.
She really was brave, she had guts, he thought solely
Then a thought slammed into his mind. He had actually admired her boldness, she was the type of lady he needed.
Wait, he had barely three days to present a wife to his mother, else she'd bring a lady into his house and he hadn't wanted that.
What if he proposed a contract marriage to that sick lady? She needed help with her restaurant, and he had everything it took to help her. What if he offered her the proposal and in return he would help her without a dime?
He rested back on his chair, he lifted his mug to his lips and a smirk played across his lips. That was the best idea he had had since he was plagued with the issue of marriage.
He knew just what to do.
Ryla had gotten home that day feeling so angry, she took some wine and drank herself to sleep, trying to forget about that mean and arrogant lawyer.
Morning rolled by like a die, making the time the lawyer had given her draw nearer.
Ryla got out of bed feeling tired and devastated. In a matter of days she was going to lose her restaurant to her ex-husband and his stupid new wife.
Ryla sighed, she had practiced selling everything she had to support herself as Joshua had frozen her account, saying that he had given her all the money in it.
She was tired, she didn't know what else to do as the lawyer might as well turn down her request.
But she was sorry for what she did, for how she had spoken to him, she had been so frustrated.
She heard the doorbell ring, and she padded barefoot to the door and a postman smiled at her.
“Hello, ma'am. You have a letter”, he said, handing her the letter.
Ryla's heart pounded against her chest. Maybe it was a letter from Joshua's lawyer. She wondered what it was this time.
She smiled dryly at the postman who went his way, Ryla closed the door slowly behind her and leaned against the door.
What does she do now?
She took a deep breath and tore the letter into tiny pieces. It was the best thing to do .
She was going to lose her restaurant soon.
“No” she said to herself.
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