Chapter Four
1059 Words
KATHERINE'S POV
I stood my ground ready to rebel. My feelings never mattered to him, no matter how hard I tried to spell them out for him. It was always all about him and perfection.
Ethan tried to pull me when Dominic interfered, trying to protect me.
“Do not lay your hands on her. You heard her say she doesn't want to go with you.”
“Who are you?” Ethan asked, fixing his angry gaze on him.
“Someone who genuinely cares about her feelings,” Dominic replied, standing his ground even with the number of guards in suits in the room. His confidence was at its peak.
“I'd advise you to stay away from this family business and leave. You don't know who you are messing with.”
“Oh, I clearly know who I’m messing with, and I am telling you to leave her alone.”
I was avoiding eye contact with my father; he had a way of looking at me and making me feel guilty each time I tried to rebel. I started having thoughts in my head. Maybe I made a mistake, maybe I acted too fast, and I shouldn't have just left. I started thinking about how crazy the media will be. If this ever gets out, what will I be called? And suddenly, all the walls I built began to crumble.
“Let it go, Dominic. "I’ll leave, and it was nice meeting you,” I said to him. My feet couldn't move but I had to. I was a coward after all.
“You heard her,” Ethan replied. I left the room, and Ethan signaled his men to beat him up, warning him not to let this news out, or he’d be dead. My father left him a cheque and called him a gold digger.
We drove back to London and all I could feel was pain. How did I hurt myself this badly? I couldn't think of my feelings at first because I was a coward and the only person who considered my feelings was hurt because of me and I couldn't do anything to save him.
My father didn't speak to me when we got home. It was just me, my thoughts and Sophie who came to check on me. She walked up to me while I was in the garden with a cup of coffee. She told me what I did was okay and normal, and I told her how beautiful my trip was until my father ruined the moment.
I told her about Dominic and how we connected deeply, the amazing s*x and the chit-chats in the night. That night he taught me about racing, smoking and drinking, forgetting about the problems in the world and living the rule of ‘Carpe diem.’ It was beautiful, but everything was cut short, and now I look up to fate to bring us back together again.
I went back to my room and had a good night's sleep, and the next day, everything went back to normal. My father decided not to talk about what happened and so did I. We continued life with the regular boring routine.
Months had passed, and I barely remembered what Dominic looked like, but I felt his touch on my body each time I wanted to shower. It was as if I was reliving the memory. It was morning, and I was rushing to get on the jet for the business conference held in America. It was a big one where billionaires from all parts of the world attended to talk about economic power and growth. Powerful men and women would be there too and this would be my first time attending it. Usually, it was my father's thing to attend it as he said I wasn't mature enough, but he gave me this opportunity to live my dream for once. I had a good feeling about this, and I woke up elated to get ready.
My plane landed in America, and I was lodged in one of the biggest hotels my father had already booked for me. I had no time for excitement; I was busy doing research on the stock market and getting myself more familiar with the field.
It was morning, and I got dressed in my tailored blazer, pearl necklace, and earrings with my Louis Vuitton bag and heels. I looked elegant and ready for business.
I got to the conference, and it was filled with wealthy, famous and infamous businessmen, high-profile people and powerful men and women. It was something different. I was amazed by the caliber of people there when I heard the MC call out the CEO of Beaufort Automobiles for an opening speech.
I was excited to get to see him as it was all over the internet that he was sick. The Beaufort automobile was the biggest car manufacturing brand in the world. It was a whole different kind of wealth and elite. They make cars that presidents, mafias, artists and wealthy people all around the world ride. My father owned a Beaufort, and it was considered a different kind of class and vibe.
I looked away for a second, focusing my attention on the old Chinese lady who needed me to zip her clothes, when I heard people clapping and a familiar voice that sent chills down my spine. I turned, and it was Dominic. The hot stranger that I let smash me in Capri, the same guy my father had called the gold digger and had thrown a cheque at him like a dog.
His eyes were the same, and so were his hair, voice and body. But he was different—something about him was different. I didn't know if I should be happy that the stranger I had longed to see was right in front of me or if I should be angry that he lied to me and let me make a fool out of myself.
Our eyes met when he was coming to my direction after his speech, and it was as if time itself was on hold. The noise in the background faded away, and it was just us. He looked at me with those eyes that got me drawn to him, but this time, it was
different. There were no feelings
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