Chapter3
1465 Words
Allen's POV
I matched in front of the lady, who seemed to be in her mid-20s. Her skin was delicate and pale, slim, and looked malnourished. Her brown hair complemented her hazel eyes.
“What is the scene for?” I stood staring down at her with an arch brow.
She lowered her face, as if she was contemplating what to say before speaking up. “I need a job.” I arched again, marveling at her sudden courage.
“Why do you want to tear down this place?” I spoke as calmly as I could.
“No, no, sir,” she stammered. “But…’’ she spoke abruptly, her hands stretched.
“Is there anything you want to say?”
“Do you not know me?” Her whispers echoed into me, and a sudden change rippled through me.
“What the hell was that?” I thought internally.
“Know you? Why would I ever know you?” I said irritably.
“You can have the job, only if you don't cause any scene."
“Allen, you can't just give her the job. You don't know what she's capable of,” Skyler ranted.
“More reason I should.” I began heading towards my voice, “Everyone, back to work.”
I headed towards my office, where piles of paperwork waited for me.
“Allen, listen to me. That b!tch is dangerous, she's plotting something evil,” Skyler followed behind.
Her nagging gives me a headache, and she never knows when to stop arguing.
“As your fiancé, I demand you listen to me.”
I banged my hands on the desk, making her flinch, “I listen to no one, Sky.” We stared at each other for a while. “This whole marriage thing was to get our family to sign those contracts. And with this ugly attitude of yours, I don't see how we'll convince them of that.”
Skyler folded her arms against her chest, “Tell me you do remember that woman,” she demanded.
“What woman?” I fawned.
“Don't lie to my face. You gave her the job because you still like her, and you're pretending not to remember…’’ before she could finish, I grabbed my nape and stared down at her.
“Listen here, Sky, if you don't stop your mouth from running, I'll be forced to cut them off myself." My icy tone sliced the living confidence off her.
Her gaze coward in fear, of course, she knows what I am capable of. “And if you know what is best for you, go home and be a good wife,” I ordered, then let go.
She glared deviously at me, “You know I will always love you, Allen. I know we haven't been together these past few days,” she said, “but I'm back now. Let's keep the love we shared burning.”
I said nothing and continued tapping away on my laptop. She mumbled something to herself, then walked away.
Immediately left, I let out a breath I didn't know I held.
After the little interaction with the cleaner girl, my mind hasn't settled. I know my mind is fogged, and I hardly remember anything due to my accident four years ago, but I can't stop seeing that face, or someone similar to her face.
“In any way, is she connected to my past?”
“No, no way that is not possible,” I shrugged off the déjà vu feeling, then continued my work.
The remaining hours were frequent flashbacks of images I couldn't sense. However, night came around, and I headed home.
On the drive home, I called Nathan, my colleague and friend.
'You got anything on her yet?’ I asked him while maneuvering my route.
“All we know is, she has a mother and a bastard child,” Nathan said over the phone, “but why do you need her information?”
“I don't know yet,” I genuinely said, “something about her seems off.”
“You know, it's not in your place to investigate a criminal act?” Nathan warned, “Let the police handle this. If she's truly after your money, they'll find out.”
“Skyler mentioned something about her. I guess they had history?”
Nathan goes quiet for a while. “Nothing in her records says she is in any relationship with her.”
“Keep searching,” was all I said, then I hung up.
I finally arrived at the mansion, then checked my wristwatch. “I guess I made it on time,” I mumbled while alighting the vehicle.
Mother had called in and said she was on her way. Since tomorrow is my wedding with Skyler, I have to make her comfortable.
“Welcome home, sir,” Lia, my chef, welcomed me warmly, taking off my blazer.
“Where's Skyler?” I asked.
“She's in. Meanwhile, I have already prepared dinner for everyone,” she smiled, and I did.
I walked into the living room to find it sparkling clean. I know Skyler's bratty ass would never clean a house, let alone make it look this neat. And I told Lia to never clean the house because she wasn't fit anymore.
“Who did this?” I gestured.
“Oh, it's the new home manager?” She replied gleefully, “What a wonderful and pretty lady.”
I nodded, about to ascend the stairs, when I saw a familiar face staring down at me. Her expression is never leaving, soft and delicate.
She wore an oversized shirt, which hid all her curves. I kind of liked it when her curves showed.
“I'm sorry for borrowing your clothes, sir, without your permission,” she paused, fumbling with the hem, “I fell into the pool and had no other clothes to wear.”
“Ah, yes. I asked her to wear one of your old clothes since it wasn't your size,” Lia chipped in.
But my mind was too fixated on her, her legs, her face, even her wet hair. It was like her body called for me; it felt so familiar.
All I thought of was to feel those skin on mine, but restrained those urges.
“I don't mind at all.” My face scowled in its usual expression.
She smiled, “I'll be taking my leave,” she said, then walked past me.
I ascended the stairs, exhausted from the day's work and needing a long night shower. As I got closer to the door, I heard it.
Panting and erotic noises coming from my room, a female and a male, to be precise. I doubted who it might be, but there's no other one who has access to my room except Lia and….
I kicked down the door, and it was unlocked, surprisingly.
I stood frozen upon seeing my wife with another man on my bed. “Skyler?” I barked at her, interrupting whatever was going on.
They both jolted in fear and turned to the man, his face unfamiliar.
“What is the meaning of this nonsense?’ Skyler jumped out of the bed, Duvet wrapped around her chest, “I can explain, Allen. It's not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” I yelled, “Sky, you're sleeping with another man on our supposedly matrimonial bed, fully knowing our marriage is tomorrow.”
Skyler swallowed hard on her saliva, “I am sorry, Allen. But listen to me. It's just a…”
“Save it, Sky. I'm done with you,” I said, throwing my hands in the air.
I knew from on set that Skyler and I would never work, but my mother had insisted she was right for me. I couldn't go against my mother because I was still recovering from the accident and learned Skyler had helped me throughout my unconscious state.
“Done, what do you mean by done?” Skyler ran up to me, grabbed my arms, “You can't do that. Remember the contract.”
I halted, then turned to her, “I will find another woman to sign the contract with me.” Her pupils widened, “You can't do that, Allen. My father would kill me.”
“I don't care what happens in your family. I'm done with you,” I barked, then turned to find the stairs, only to see the newcomer watching the drama. Then it gave me a brilliant idea.
“You, new girl,” I called, “come here.”
She walked up carefully to me, “I have a proposal for you. And if you sign it, you'll get to have forty percent of my property.”
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