Accident
1232 Words
ZEKE'S POV:
The police saluted as I stepped out of the car and approached them.
Anastasia got out of her Lamborghini, her face twisted in anger. "What's the meaning of this?"
"You forget my family owns ten percent of York city," I said with a sly smile. "Don't underestimate the power of a Donaldson."
Anastasia met my gaze without a blink. "What do you want?" She asked.
"Come with me," I grabbed her wrist. "I want to talk to you."
"I'm a businesswoman," she pulled her hand away with a grimace. "Not a hooker. If you desire a meeting with me, make an appointment with my secretary."
Seeing her this way made me realize this wasn't the same Anastasia from five years ago. She had changed a lot.
"I wouldn't want to do this here infront of these men," I raised my hands, frustrated. "Quit acting stubborn and come with me."
Her frown deepened, and I instantly regretted what I said.
"For your information, Mr man," she said coldly. "I am a human being, and I have my rights. I have zero regards for your family status; if you deprive me of my rights, I'll deal with you personally."
My jaws dropped. "Anna, did you just addressed me as Mr. Man? You can't be serious about not knowing who I am."
She pointed her keys at me. "I lost every memories I had with you five years ago. You're nothing more than an empty vessel to me. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."
I couldn't believe it. The Anna I knew would never talk to me that way.
I moved between her and the Lamborghini door. We engaged in a stare-down that made the air stiff with tension.
"Tomorrow," I said quietly. "Twelve o'clock, I'll be waiting at Bistro's restaurant. Meet me there."
Bistros was the place I took Anna out for our first date. She loved Bistros. I'm putting all my bet she wouldn't resist coming.
Anna didn't bat an eye blink. "I have to get moving," she said.
I stepped aside and allowed her get inside the Lamborghini.
Before she fired the engine, I leaned in the window and asked, "How's Timmy?"
She responded by firing the engine and speeding away.
I stood rooted to the spot, watching the car disappear down the road.
Something like a Knox formed in my chest replaced by a feverish feeling. I couldn't believe I lost her.
She's perfect. She had always been perfect. I want her back. I've never wanted something so bad as I wanted my ex-wife now.
How could I've been so blind?
I turned to the cop and instructed him. "Find out where she's staying and bring me whatever information you can dig about her."
"Will do, sir," he saluted and I left him.
For the first time in five years, my heart raced with excitement. It's been long I've chased something of importance to me.
I wouldn't back down until Anna is mine again.
* * * *
"You have to get her out of the city, now!" Sandra ranted furiously.
I shaved the foam on my chin. "Why should I do that?"
Sandra glared at me from the bathroom doorway. "Because she's here for revenge. She's coming to destroy us and I won't let her."
I concentrated on my shaving rather than on the pair of angry eyes reflected on the mirror.
"Anna isn't the vengeful type," I responded casually. "I know her too well."
"That's where you're wrong," she snapped. "I spoke to her. She says she coming for everything. She said she'd make us suffer. She's out for blood. Send her away, Zeke!"
"Even if I wanted to, I can't!" I turned to face her. "It might surprise you she has the backing of the Moore family."
Sandra caught her breath sharply. "The Moore family? Aren't they like the third Elite families in York city?"
"Before the divorce, Anna was close friends to the Moore family's daughters. They adore her when she was still in the movies. She's got strong connection than I have," I replied.
Sandra bite her lips bitterly. "Well, there has to be some way we can get rid of her. She's going to cause trouble. Why are you so relaxed about her return?"
"Sandra," I wiped my jaw with a towel. "It's late and I really have a big day tomorrow. Let's call it a night."
Sandra's face fumed. "You disgust me. That homewrecker returns to ruin us and you're relaxed? Don't tell me you're going after her."
I ignored her and went to bed.
But Sandra wouldn't let me sleep. She kept ranting and ranting about how I left her to talk to Anastasia.
She cursed and insulted me, but I ignored her.
I've come to realize just how irritating her nature was, and the best way to survive her tongue was to ignore her.
Tomorrow I'm going to meet my ex-wife and try to patch things up.
I told myself she'll show up. Anna never disobeyed me before.
* * * *
The next day, I waited impatiently in Bistros restaurant, checking my wrist watch from time to time.
It was past eleven o'clock but Anna hadn't showed up yet.
I clenched and unclenched my hands. What's the matter with her? Why isn't she here yet?
She was never late on a date. As a matter of fact, in all our dates I was always the one arriving late.
The waiter strolled by and refilled my drinks and left.
I took a few more sip and waited. Still no sign of Anna.
I became livid, and pulled out my phone, and dialed the hotel reception where Anna was lodging.
Earlier that morning, I had received the information I needed about Anna.
She's the CEO of her own fashion brand, ORANGE, and was here to expand her business.
To my delight, her relationship status still remained Divorced, but that didn't make me feel any better.
I couldn't forget that bastard that held her so tightly. The mere thought of her moving on with someone else drives me insane.
"Hello?" I said when the receptionist's voice came on the line. "I have a date with one of your guests. Her name's Anastasia. Has she left the hotel?"
The receptionist tried to ask me some stupid questions.
I got livid and yelled at the phone. "Listen to me closely. Miss Anastasia is my ex-wife. Don't waste my time or you'll hear from the Donaldson family. Is she or is she not at the hotel?"
"I'm sorry, Mr Zeke," the recipient said. "Miss Anastasia has been away since morning. She left with a young man."
I balled my hands into fists and slammed them on the table.
Zayn. She's with Zayn.
Blinded by rage, I stood up and hurriedly left Bistros.
My mind was clouded with anger and my heart pounded with betrayal.
I couldn't accept the fact she would disrespect me by flaking our date and going out with someone else.
As I stormed towards my car, my mind ran with numerous questions. What was she up to with Zayn? Did they spend the night together?
I drove recklessly out of the parking area, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.
Suddenly, I made a wrong turn and my car collided headfirst into a moving truck.
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