Enchanted by the billionaire

Chapter 3

I checked my watch frantically. It was 7:30 am. I can’t afford to go late for this interview. No! I dragged the tongs through my hair in hurry, and felt it bounce on my shoulders.

Alright, I’m not going for a beauty contest, but for an interview which I needed so badly to ace if I was going to be living away from my parents’ dictatorship successfully. Still, I knew I had to look presentable, and not like a fish that just came out of the water.

In a space of five minutes, I was dressed in my grey pantsuit which always highlighted my physique and made me look as classy and smart as can be. It was my lucky suit and I didn’t joke with it.

Next, I pushed in all my credentials in my black caae. The interview was at 9am, but I didn’t want to spend a whole day in there or give an impression that I wasn’t timely, that’s why I was in a hurry to leave.

Finally, I was done. I grabbed my things, and walked the short length that took me to the bus station. I bought a ticket, and finally settled in between two elderly people. It’s weird that I was doing all these, because I was from a rich family. But, sometimes things do change.

In the next 30 minutes, I was at the Vladimir and Son company. Jeez! This place was huge. I took a deep breath, and took out my map, trying to figure out where I was going.

Screech!

“Are you crazy?”

That voice. It made my whole world go of the axis. I knew it anywhere. My heart skipped a beat, not because I had almost be ran over by his car, but because he was literally behind me.

I couldn’t move, even when I knew it was the right thing to do. I just couldn’t move.

He slammed his car door shut. “If you want to commit suicide, please don’t do that in front of my car. I hope you’re ok, madam?

My whole loins shook in awareness of him. It was truly him. He would scold, and soothe in one sentence. He had never changed.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” he snapped impatiently.

I closed my eyes slightly, and then, turned around to face him. My breath caught in my throat. He was still such a beautiful man. His tailored dark suit seemed to bring out his features prominently, which was devoid of a smile.

“Scott,” I said softly.

It was then, he seemed to realise who I was. I felt like I was choking. I never thought I would see him again. I had run from him and my parents after everything went to hell, and now, he was literally standing in front of me like it was just another day in our lives.

I could hear him swallow. It was as forceful as his departure from my life, and how he left me broken in so many ways.

“Anna,” he whispered.

Just like that, he turned over to his car. I didn’t know what to say. My brain had stopped working just like that, and I didn’t know which was worse, and terrible.

“Get the f**k out of the way, b***h!” He snapped angrily.

Those words snuffed my hope and I jumped out of the way in response, narrowing missing the bike that had sped past me. The biker shot out some curse words to me.

I felt tears prick and the back of my eyes, as I watched Scott’s car speed past me without a moment’s hesitation.

I had never felt so lost and completely shattered since I had left here.

“Madam, you need to get out of the way!” A passerby screamed at me.

I took a shaky breath, barely looking at where I was going. In that same lane, I walked down the path till I saw a small restaurant by the side. There was blue seat out there.

I walked over to it, and sat down heavily on it. Why did I come here? I should have stayed back in Tanzania, and enjoyed the animal life more than was strictly necessary. Why did I have to come back to a city that brought me nothing but pain?

The answers to those questions were not forthcoming. I was so ashamed of my past. I was so ashamed that my family did that to me. I was so ashamed that I hadn’t been bold enough to fight for the love of my life.

I brushed the tears from my eyes, only for more to spill.

Oh, lord!

Scott hated me. I would give my right kidney not to feel that hate. I would do anything so I wouldn’t see the cold look on his face when he called my name.

It almost like I had given him some pain that he hated with a passion. I had no idea that knowing the love of your life hated you for something that wasn’t your fault would hurt so much.

Ding!

I almost had a heart attack thanks to the chime of my phone. It was Jace. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him now. It was just too much. I didn’t want him to know I was like this.

I should be thinking about him, but I wasn’t. I sighed, as I switched my phone to ‘do not disturb’ mode. It was for the best. He didn’t have to suffer with me.

Right now, I needed to go to that company, and do what I have to do.

“Madam,” a firm voice called out.

I turned to see a ginger waiter, looking right at me. “Would you like to take something? Coffee or tea?”

I swallowed. “What the time?” I queried.

He frowned, but checked his wristwatch all the same. “It’s 8:15 am, madam.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I will surely have that coffee some other time.” With that, I got up from the table, and made my way to the company.