The Billionaire's Reckless pursuit

Chapter Four

Dante stared at his reflection in the mirror placed in front of him. His gaze expressionless as he took on his attire, he rarely wore blue suits because he did not like the color blue, but here he was in a blue suit.

His hair styled backwards, an Audemars Piguet customized watch on his wrist, the sleeves of his white shirt were carefully tailored to show off his biceps and muscles.

"It's your second engagement today. You don't look happy..." A man said behind Dante, as he made his way into the room.

Dante dropped his hands and slide his left one into his trouser pocket. He turned around and faced Alan, his friend. Dante raised a brow at Alan causing a laugh to erupt from Alan.

Apart from his brother, Dante had thought he would never have any other friends but Alan had stuck to his side like a little pest since that met in highschool.

Alan ran his fingers through his silver colored hair, "I wonder what it feels like for your employees, knowing their boss does not speak proper words."

"For goodness sake, you have a master's in English and Business. Use your words." Alan grumbled, unhappy he was not getting any response out of Dante.

"What reply do you want for your question?" Dante asked, his voice tinted with sarcasm.

"You should reply on how, you miss her so much and regret divorcing her and how you do not want to get engaged to that witch of a secretary you have." Alan remarked, his words unfiltered causing Dante's eyebrows to furrow.

"Don't call her that."

"We both know, that's what she is. I wonder, why you even agreed to this marriage in the first place." Alan muttered, refusing to take back his words.

"It's my responsibility. I have to fulfill my responsibilities to her." Dante remarked, his eyes shifting to the clock on the wall.

"Your responsibilities? Stop lying. We both know how much you hate listening to people and letting them dictate your life bruh."

"Tell me the real reason, I am your best friend. I promise to help you out." Alan said, walking over to Dante.

"There's nothing. Stop overthinking." Dante dismissed Alan and picked up his jacket, it was time for him to go over to Emily.

"This is all a set-up dude. Her father owns a huge mining company, he makes all kind of stones, yet she decided to work as your secretary after graduating?"

"Don't you find it suspicious?" Alan pushed even more, trying to make Dante see reason. To him, Dante was making a bad decision.

"And then, there's you who studied Business and English, yet you work as a model." Dante threw back at Alan with a scorn.

Sometimes, Dante felt as though, Alan had studied those things to be closer to him.

Alan shrugged his shoulders, "You know why I did that. I am not working as your secretary, so you can't judge me."

"Whatever White. Stay away from Emily."

"And wake up that kid." Dante said before walking out of the room.

Alan was left standing in the room, his expression dimmed significantly as he watched Dante leave.

"I did all I could to find out why. If I could not, why do you think you can? Alan f**king White." Dave asked, sitting up on the couch, his eyes flashing with amusement and mockery.

"Snooping in on our conversation were you? Why don't you mind your business and go downstairs?" Alan remarked glaring hard at Dave. Upset that he overheard his conversation with Dante.

"If you want to convince him, you should try telling him the truth. There is no need to protect your awful cousin from harms way, knowing he asked for it." Dave added, standing up to his feet.

He removed the non-existent dust from his clothes and headed outside.

Alan grit his teeth in annoyance, that kid keeps messing with him and it has started getting on his nerves. If only he had been more careful a year ago.

"I'll find a way Dave. Sit back and watch." He muttered.

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"Dad!!!!" Hayley yelled, rushing down the stairs with a card in her hand.

"Dad!!!"

Cole who was sitting on the couch, reached for his tea cup and took a sip without paying heed to Hayley's shouts.

"What have you done this time Cole?" Hora asked, watching Hayley storm into the room.

Nora is Cole's wife, Hayley and Veronica's mother. Hayley was a replica of her mother with only a few qualities from her dad, while Veronica was a replica of her dad with her mother's eyes.

Hayley walked into the living room barefoot, she held onto her gown, her jewelries sparkling with the reflection of the lights on it.

"What's this dad?" Hayley asked, dropping the invitation card on the table.

Two years had gone by in a blink, from building her own little brand to becoming the CEO of her dad's company. She had kept herself busy with work forgetting about the existence of her ex-husband , but before her laid an invitation card.

An invite to his engagement.

"It's an invitation card for the event you are attending tonight. Quickly finish getting ready and be on your way." Cole muttered without sparing the card so much as a glance.

"But Dad..." Hayley whispered but Cole already made up his mind.

"I was invited as the CEO but I am no longer the CEO. The responsibility falls on your shoulders now." He added.

Nora picked up the card and opened it. Her expression morphed into disdain at the first glance, she threw the card back on the table understanding why Hayley looked hesitant to attend.

"Cole. Hayley will not be attending this party, she can send her assistant."

"No Hora. Hayley will be attending this party tonight, she's a CEO now. She has to learn how to detach emotions from work." Cole remarked, giving no room for objection.

"It's alright mum, I'll go get ready." Hayley remarked.

Hayley sighed helplessly, she turned around and went back upstairs. Her hands clutching her dress in a tight grip, her back quivering, she took in deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Hayley has to learn to overcome her traumas, if she doesn't then she'll always be scared. Pushing her out of her comfortable zone, sets her for greatness." Cole explained his decision to Nora, as he watched Hayley run back upstairs.