Chapter5
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Adrian
Her jaw clenched like she was trying to hold it back; the excitement of seeing an ex lover. Or maybe it wasn't excitement... anger, probably?
I have no idea what it was but it sparked in her eyes, connected with mine and now I f*****g feel it.
I am a man who prides himself on control, and a moment ago, it felt like I didn’t have any.
She looked around and then brought out her hand for a quick handshake. One that I didn't think to take.
It wasn't until she muttered, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Volvo,” that I mocked in a condescending tone, “Nice to meet me? It’s now Mr. Volvo. Is it?"
"Look," she started. "I don't want any trouble, Mr. Volvo."
Mr Volvo? Is she serious right now?
Britney has always been a beautiful woman, but now— it was more than just the beauty.
There was this alluring confidence and sexy demeanor that wasn’t there when I’d left her. Her composure steady and unwavering, she c****d an eyebrow. "I also do not have time for this."
"Depends on the 'this' you are referring to," I told her. "Cause it seems like it's all you'll be having time for."
I felt a presence walking towards us and I was right. Well, Gibson has never known how to give a man some space.
"Miss Botley is—"
"I know who Britney is," I answered, maintaining a small composed grin.
“Oh… I wasn’t aware you knew who she was," Gibson continued. "Then I assume you’ve heard of her?”
"Something like that.”
Britney didn’t show any emotion over my responses until I said that and I knew I hit a spot. But that's the truth, isn't it?
I know her— Britney Volvo, my wife. But now? Miss Botley? I'll be darned to confirm hearing of her.
Coldly responding, Britney cleared her throat. "I would prefer you address me as Miss. Botley, Mr. Volvo."
"Is that right?" I muttered, feeling the tension between us. The sudden tension in the boardroom was so f*****g thick you could choke on it.
"Congratulations," I blurted. "Gibson here said you are Cowell's representative. That says a lot, knowing how Cowell only goes for the best."
The best— not something I thought of her as but I can't lie that there's been a lot of changes.
She was no longer blonde, but had a ginger wavy hair. It was obviously not her natural hair color but that didn't stop it from being so f*****g hot.
Her hair was down and flowed to just above her breasts, her deep brown eyes looked at me as if scared of keeping eye contact.
"What?" I asked her. "You don't keep eye contact with your partners?"
I'm certain she figured the wordplay and what I meant but she brushed it off, and remain unmoved.
"I think we're done here," she said sternly. "I have a flight to catch."
"A flight?" I asked, turning to Gibson's side.
"Yes," he answered. "Miss Botley here is a very busy woman and she only came here for this."
"I believe she came here as Cowell's representative," I asserted and a nod followed. "Because Cowell and I are supposed to have a private discussion about the firms, of course."
Her throat bopped like she was losing patience. "I wasn't informed about that one," she muttered, fisting her fingers. "If Mr. Cowell wanted me to represent him, then he'd have communicated that to me."
"Is that right?" I reiterated. "Because I believe he just did."
Her eyes moved away from me and dropped on the screen of her phone.
There it is — a text from her Boss, asking her to represent him.
She's f*****g gorgeous when she's angry and when her eyes narrow.
She stared blankly at me for a moment, it looked as though she was trying to collect her thoughts before saying something. Her attention turned to Gibson. "Could you verify this information for me, please?"
"Sure," he answered, cutting us a break.
I know Britney isn't pleased with this but who cares? I wasn't sure about having other plans but right now, I sure as hell have other plans.
She cleared her throat waiting for Gibson to be done before she looked at me.
After he was gone, I crossed my arms over my chest and focused solely on this woman who keeps acting unmoved by my presence.
"Now that he's gone, can you cut this bullshit, Adrian?"
A small smirk rugged on my lips at the mention of that. The only bullshit here is that Whitney is acting like she has moved on.
It's been what, three, four years? I know I told Mark I don't give a s**t earlier but I guess I've got tons of that right now.
"I don't know what you think you're doing but this is bullshit. You should focus on other things, Mr. Volvo."
Oh, now I'm Mr. Volvo again.
"Wait a minute," I called out. "You don't think I came here knowing I'd see you. Do you? Or maybe you thought I grabbed the opportunity to be here just so I can see you?"
It was a rhetorical question but I could see it in her eyes just how much she wanted to answer me and put me in my place.
"Who knows?" She shrugged. "That may just be the scenario."
"Definitely not," I answered sincerely. "I have no reason to be here just because of you; and besides, I never mix business with pleasure."
"I find that hard to believe considering your past," she blurted and I looked deep in her eyes to catch a glint of an emotion but there was none.
Too many emotions and questions tore through my mind in those brief seconds. I had questions, and I wasn’t going to stop until she answered each one of them to my satisfaction.
"So what next?" She asked, getting bored.
"What do you think is next?" I replied, knowing fully well what I have in store for my ex-wife.
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