His Girl

Chapter Two

Bella

I button the last button on my suit as I look into the mirror, my fits bunch up at the end of my suit. tears almost pool at my eyes.

They couldn't wait for one week.

One f*****g week.

I take a deep breath as I get myself together to face the press, who I'm sure to have many questions. Like I do.

He just died. left me alone.

A knock at the door brings me back into now, back to a reality I don't want to be in. I give myself one more look, a solemn look was etched into my face. it almost seems permanent, like it would never leave.

I look away and force my feet to move, the sound of my black stilettos clicked against the marble floor, I twist the handle and open it to see Samson, our family butler.

"Ready, ma'ma?", he asks with a mournful face.

"Yeah, let's go", I whispered, my voice almost ghost-like. I followed Samson as we head to the front of the house. I haven't been out this door in months.

Samson opens it and flashes immediately start, It took a minute for them to stop. I stood behind the podium. my father's body wasn't even cold and look at how the world is acting.

I take one more breath, then I speak...

"Today, of course, is a very sad day, my father not only passed five hours ago but now I'm...", my voice breaks a bit. "standing here...facing the world. Like he would want me to. He lived a good life, he was a loving father and a caring husband. he ran his business with an Iron fist, but with a soft heart...he was my hero...my father. and though I don't plan on answering any questions about the company right now, his last wishes was for me to take over," and with that, I turned and went back inside, with roaring voices behind me begging for more information.

I bend over and place my hand on my knees, my head feeling light and dizzy. my breathing became faster and shorter.

"Ma' ma, are you alright?!" I heard Samson panic. I try to sit up straight, "I'm fi-", I tip over a bit, my vision blurs. It wasn't long before I felt myself fall over.

"Miss!", I heard before I blacked out.

***

"She passed out from grief and very high stress, she needs to rest before it gets too bad, I left some medicine with the maids, only one a day", I slowly blinked my eyes open, Just catching a man leaving.

"What happened?", I croaked sitting up, Samson ran over and place his hand on my forehead. 

"Miss, how are you feeling? are you hot?", he said completely ignoring my question.

"Fine", I said looking around. I was in my room, the curtains were closed so the room was relatively dark.

"What happened?" Samson finally answers me, "You passed out Ma'ma". My chest relaxes, "does the press know?". he shook his head and I nod to myself. "Call the lawyer", I said brushing the covers aside.

"Ma' ma, the doctor said to rest!", Samson said pushing me back to the bed, I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I say in bed, but I want the lawyer here", I said looking away. I want to take care of myself, I don't want to make myself sick.

"right away, Ma'ma", He nodded and turned away. Once he left I took a deep breath and ran my hand through my hair.

Fuck.

I put myself under too much stress. emotionally and physically. I tossed my head back and took a deep breath.

"you got this, it's all on you now"...

***

What. The. Actual. f**k.

"are you serious...their must be some mistake. it can be company but his", I said pacing. Samson moved to tell me to sit, but I beat him to it. "I know", I sit on the edge of my bed. What game did my father plan?

He wanted me to unite us with The Fazio's. Granite I doubt he knew I dated their asshole of a son, we were kinda exclusive.

"No, it's here in his writing...he wants to make sure nothing bad happens", the lawyer says packing up his things. I was to inherit everything once I united the two companies. 

How the hell was I suppose to do that?

if Mr. Fazio was still in charge their might have been a chance, but Apollo. He's a top class bastard. I rub my temple as I hunch over.

I don't want my father's material things, I just want to honor his wishes. 

"you think this over, I'm be back once you've made you mind up-", The lawyer said standing up. "No need, I'll get it done", I said cutting him off. I stood to shake his hand. he grasped it firmly and nodded his head, "Alright, call me if you get the job done".

If?

as if he thought I couldn't do it? my jaw tenses as I release his hand, "Samson see him out, please", I sighed making my way to my bed, it was already ten...I need to sleep and get this over with. But before Samson could close the door, I said, "and write me up a marriage proposal". he paused as if he didn't hear me right, but quickly nodded, "Yes, ma'ma"

I didn't want to question how he knew how to write one, but I was curious.