36:26 A Chase Encounter

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"It's Sunday Lucy, no one is supposed to be here" Keisha whispers as they walk further into the floor.

Keisha sights a rotating CCTV camera.

"You do know we are being watched right?"

Lucy is unmoved and at some point, Keisha stops walking behind her fearing they might get into big trouble snooping around the president's office.

Lucy shuffles and quickly scan through a bunch of papers and folders on the secretary's desk. An alarm from another elevator distracts her.

"Someone is here, hide," She tells Keisha who hurriedly finds a safe spot to hide. Lucy scoots under the secretary's table.

Brian walked into the floor and being a very neat person, the littered desk catches his eyes as he walks by and worst of all is that he saw footprints on the mopped floor.

He stops and traces the footprint leading to the desk out of curiosity.

"I'm so sorry" Lucy apologise as soon as his eyes landed on her.

"Who are you?" Brian asked coldly

"My name is Lucy Woodsen and.." She quickly crawls out and raised her hands in the air.

There can be a thousand Lucys and a thousand Woodsens but there can only be a few Lucy Woodsen and with the uncanny resemblance from childhood, Brian can't ignore the sudden uneasy feeling that slowly went up to his chest.

"Lucy?" That was all he seemed to only pick from all she had said.

"I really am sorry. If you let me go once, I promise never to come back here"

"Is your mother Jayda Cruz?" He asks curiously as he stared into her ocean blue eyes. The eyes that looked up at him when she laughed and cried. As the facts become clearer, Brian is only seconds away from exploding into happiness.

"Yes, that is her name. How do you know her?"

"Lucy!" Brian lifts her in the air.

He was overly fond of her back in the years and genuinely loved her like a big brother. After so many years, the little girl he'd known has grown impeccably into a fine young woman.

"Gummy mallow!" He referred to the name he used to tease and call her. A name she never liked.

"No one calls me that except..." Lucy at this point is dying out of curiosity.

"Brian," They say in unison.

Lucy squeals in profound excitement as she jumps into his arms.

"It's really you" Lucy scanned him from head to toe. He looks very handsome in close up. She has all along had a crush on her childhood crush. Fate?

*************

"I school in the city and recently, Mum moved too." Lucy takes her seat on one of the chairs in his office.

When she mentioned 'mum', Brian could feel the brief pause in his heart. That woman even after so many years still affects him and as much as he has tried over and over again to forget her and move on, the hearts wants what it wants. Jayda Cruz.

Instead, the memories from that night were the only thing that lingered on his mind and dominated his thoughts.

He suddenly feels the need to see her, hug her, kiss and make love her.

"How is she?" He asks with a pang of guilt in his voice.

"She's fine."

"Is she remarried?" He asks, prepared for whatever outcome. But can he really stay away even if she's with someone or worse engaged? He knows he can't.

The only reason Brian stayed away and never went back to look for them is that he still carries the grudge with Jayda from back then thinking if she ever feels the same way he did for her in the slightest, it would be best to let her wander in regret thinking of what could have been. He dared not to think she moved on after everything that happened that night after he confessed every tiny detail of how he felt for her caring less who heard.

"No, she's not married. She's not seen anyone since you know"

A wave of relief sent cold shivers in his body. He's never felt that way at the mention of someone's name, ever.

"She'd be so happy to hear that I found you" Lucy reached for the cellphone in her bag.

"Don't tell her yet" He instantly objects.

Lucy gives him the 'why not?' look.

"I want to surprise her instead"

Now that he has seen Lucy, Brian is aware it will be twice as hard to stay away from Jayda and if that will eventually happen, he wants to witness every bit of reaction she makes.

Will she look at him with love or with the same hate she gave him that night?

He's not prepared for the latter.

"Why did you leave? You didn't even tell me" Lucy asks the one question she vowed to ask if they ever meet again.

Although there is an explanation, he couldn't explain to her for now and Lucy could tell he's not ready to share.

"Don't tell me. I feel like I'll get hurt even more." She fakes a smile.

"Look at you" She scans him again for the umpteenth time. Taking in the details of his chiselled jar, manly muscular arms, his towering height, his woody smell, his compelling charm and so much more, made her fall even deeper in love with him.

"How'd this happen?" She makes gestures at nothing in particular, referring to his wealthy status.

"I was lucky. Turns out my dad had a wealthy father and I can't remember ever been told about it before his demise. I invested the money and here we are"

"You look a lot more handsome when you smile," She says, lifting the sudden silence that took over.

"How so?"

"Your death stare is hot but can make someone commit suicide. I'm surprised you have so many people still working for you. You must really pay them well" Lucy chuckles

"I have so many questions"

He gives her a go-ahead nod.

"Are you married? Engaged? In a relationship? Do you have a child or children?" She spree talks and Brian couldn't help but laugh at her.

"I'm sorry, it's just that when I tried to do some digging before the first shoot, I couldn't even find a single picture of you on the internet not to talk of a proper bio."

Why is it so easy for a man to cheat in a marriage and so hard for a woman to? This thought had been lingering on my mind since the day I confirmed Grey was having extramarital affairs while I continued to be faithful. Sometimes I wished I didn't have a heart, no conscience whatsoever and most of all no love for Grey but that was so impossible. Truth is my love for this man was at first sight, the first night, the genesis of this whole unpleasant situation. If anyone ever told you getting married to a man gets him, it's a lie because you can never get a man whose heart doesn't beat for you, crave you or needs you. I really wonder how marriage of convenience strive.

I arrived home a little after ten and of course, wasn't surprised to meet Grey's absence. It's Saturday and that's no excuse for a man who doesn't love his wife one bit. I bet he would rather spend time with wild animals in the jungle than with me. I scoffed at the mere thought.

"Mrs Storm, Welcome home. You had me so worried that I had no choice than to inform Mr Grey of your absence"

I was dying inside to know if he showed any concern.

"What did he say?" I said coldly like I didn't care.

"He told me to get out of his sight" a brief pause followed "what would you have for breakfast Mrs?"

I tuned her out. Grey completely doesn't care whether I live or die. What was I expecting? That he'd blow my phone up with calls wanting to know where I was? That he'd put a standstill in New York just to find me? I need to come back to reality.

"I had a bite so I'm good for now. I'll be in all day but I don't want any disturbance."

"What about Lunch?"

"Never mind Catalina, I'll call you if I need something. I just don't want to be disturbed"

I started walking away from her.

"Mr Grey has travelled"

I abruptly stopped on my tracks. I could feel the hurt in my throat and I tried to gulp it down.

"Did he say when he'll be back?" I asked, not facing her.

" No, Mrs Storm"

I continued to walk until I entered my room.

GREY

"Thank you, Mr Harris," I said while shaking his hands before his final exit out of the meeting room.

"So now that we nailed this contract, can we go back to the hotel room and do what we always do or you want us to do it right here," Tiffany said as she slowly crawled up to me and bit my ear lobe softly.

She was fully aware of what that did to me and lucky for her I am willing to give it to her cause I'm in a good mood.

I lifted her and settled her ass on the U-curved mahogany desk. She was wearing a skirt and all I had to do was lift it up and down my c**k into her slimy entrance. I kissed her in an extremely ravenous manner. I was done with her in less than three minutes and then we both went to our hotel where I lodged us in separately.

Tiffany is an executive director in my company and you can call me a son of a b***h for f*****g my employee, I don't care.

******

I didn't feel sleepy much to the fact that I didn't feel at ease and I knew why. The housekeeper had informed me that Ava didn't return home last night and as much as I didn't want to care, a part of me I didn't quite understand wanted me to find out if she's safe and back home. I don't want to call the housekeeper because I know she'd tell and I didn't want Ava thinking I have some sort of concern for her. That would never happen.

I am not a fan of spying but either this or nothing else. I connected my tab to the CCTV at home and was relieved when I found her in the first place I checked, her room. But the relief was cut short when I saw her holding a pink dildo and thrusting it in and out of her. I knew I had to stop but the mere sight in a strange way wanted me to continue looking, to at least see where this was going.

I was intrigued. She was watching something on her laptop, something I can't see from the angle I was watching so I switched angles to confirm if she was either watching p**n or cheating on me with her lover of which she's welcome to have because that means I have evidence to throw her out of my life but I was shocked to see that she wasn't watching p**n, no on a video call with her lover either, she was watching a video of me.

What the hell! I cursed and felt my breathing cease for five seconds. I went back to the previous angle that had her full view and was glued to the expression on her face. She was naked and only covered in silk overall, I could see her entire body.

I watched as she grabbed her boobs tighter and her head further back as she was obviously about to hit her orgasmic release. I could see every tiny detail of expression on her face, her need to c*m as she clenched hard to the sheets. She was trembling as a wave of release travelled to every part of her body. She abruptly shut the laptop lid- rude-, turned off the light with the remote and darkness was all I could see next. To say I am surprised is an understatement, I am beyond shocked at what I had just seen. Is this what she does every night? Masturbate to a visual of me? I thought that was all I had to worry about oblivious of the fact that I had another problem in my brief.

Stupid d**k.