THE BILLIONARE'S EX-WIFE

CHAPTER TWO

I wake up with a banging headache, I sit up to find two pills on side table with a glass of orange juice, gratefully I swallow them and head for the shower. The same old morning routine, my phone rings and I answer almost immediately as I see Luke’s name flash on the phone, “there’s a possibility we might have found her sir” he says on the other end of  the line, my heart thumbs loudly in excitement and nervousness, clearing my throat I dismiss the call. My phone pings with a message entailing all the information from Luke, ‘this might be my chance’ I think as my lips fall into a small smile.

Work was really stalling today but I pushed through enough to last me for the next week, finally knockoff time came. Sitting in the back of the car, the journey home seemed long, I reached for my wallet and took out the scan picture and thought about how my child would look, ‘he or she must be 4 years old’ I thought and smiled and the thought that if it’s a girl she’s as beautiful as her mother and if it’s a boy, he must be a real gentleman to be raised by such a strong woman.

Two days later, I’ve been in this place for the past three days already but there’s nothing that I found at the place Luke said to look at.

As soon as the plane landed I sent Lisa a text to meet me at the same hotel room we’ve used before. The driver drove around to the back entrance and I used the private elevator to the booked room. I walked in to a very much eager Lisa, she looked so happy to see me or should I say to be with me? I wasted no time in getting what she was called here to do, I had to imagine it was her to get the satisfaction that my body needed, even though the first time with her was not on good conditions, I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts and focus on the action at hand.

After all the rough s*x I’m not even tired, Lisa’s laying on the bed, all the makeup gone bad with sweat, I walk over to the balcony, taking the view in, the lights were drawing me in and I was lost in them when I felt a hand touching me, my body tensed, I turned to find Lisa standing behind me, as I removed her hands from my body she pouted at me, “you can spend the night here” I informed her as I went back inside to get dressed so I could go home. “Alex, why don’t you ever stay the night?” she asked me sounding like she was about to cry, “that’s non of your business” I said taking a brief look at myself on the mirror then headed for the door.

‘Back to the cave’ I thought as I entered the house, my room was just calling me for a shower and some much needed rest after my wild chase. I stood under the shower and let the water flow down my body as I thought of where my little wife might have gone, it frustrated me that I absolutely knew nothing about her, even though we spent two full years in the same house. The temperature was dropping and that was my queue to get out of the shower, I got dressed in my sweats and a white vest and was about to head to my study when my body led me to the room across mine. This time around I walked in and her scent was filled in my nose, I seemed to not get enough of this smell ever. My hand trailed the clothes that were in the closets, feeling at the material and momentarily getting lost in them, picked a piece of  clothing that she once wore and just hugged on it remembering how she looked in the clothing.

‘Alexander Anderson get your act together’ I mentally scolded myself and put away the clothes in my hands. I know one would wonder why I still keep clothes of a woman that left me, but the truth is that I really miss her and her stuff give me some kind of comfort and a sense of belonging.

My phone rings and I leave the room to go and find it, Mr Morgan’s name flashes getting me annoyed, as soon as I answer he goes on to sugar coat me with the entire sweet words one could ever find, he is one fake old man I tell you, “will you be able to come?” he asks twice as I was lost in my own thoughts, “yeah sure” I answer absent mindly again, I hear him chuckling and bidding me a goodbye and I couldn’t be more happier.

I decide to rather sleep than to sit and think about a person I’m not sure even thinks about me, does she tell my child about me? My mind races back and forth as I think of her like I have been doing for the past four years, it’s true what they say ‘distance makes the heart grow founder’, but with my situation I might as well get grey hair still waiting.