Complicated Lovers Book 1: Jan

Chapter 13

Richard looked at my attire and gave me a questioning face. "What happened to you?"

I looked down at my hospital pajamas. My face heated up. " Oh, I just got out, and my parents took my clothes back home. "

Richard nodded and looked back at his car. " Did you need a ride home? I know that we are technically strangers, but I would be glad to help out. After all, it is my fault you are in this situation. " His words sparked curiosity in me. What did he mean by 'it's my fault '? Was he involved in this somehow?

After thinking long and hard, I finally nodded in agreement. This was a perfect opportunity to talk to Richard about Max and his enemies. It could give me an idea of who or why this happened. I walked over to his car, drooling. It was so shiny and well-kept. As I entered his vehicle, I heard a woman's voice call out Richard's name. It was a reporter and her camera operator. I recognized her on TV; her name was Lucy Commerce. Richard immediately slammed my door shut. The look on his face was that of when my father got annoyed at my mother's drinking.

Lucy smiled as she walked up and shoved the microphone near his face. " Mr. Klaus, could you explain what you are doing? Or could you explain what really happened to your dead employee? "

Richard blocked my window and folded his arms. " I refuse to answer any questions without my lawyer present. "

Lucy craned her head, trying to look over Richard's shoulder. " Oh, is that the victim's girlfriend? Or a new fling? "

Richard leaned against the car, and I took the liberty of taking the sunglasses from the visor. I quickly put them on and grabbed a tissue. I covered my face and tapped on the glass. Richard turned his head and nodded. He got off the side of his car. He walked over to the driver's door.

" If you want an interview, Ms. Commerce, I suggest you make an appointment with my secretary. Also, I wish you a pleasant evening. "

Richard sat in the driver's seat and turned the car on. Suddenly, a bright flash streamed across my window. It was the camera taking a picture of me. Lucy smiled and waved her fingers as she strutted away quickly. Richard's eyes seemed to flash in anger. I grabbed his hand before it left the steering wheel.

" Forget it. I was going to be found out anyway. My father is a famous man in this town. Please take me home. "

Richard stared at my face, dug into his lapel pocket, and scribbled something on a business card. " Very well. But if you have any issues, don't hesitate to call me. Here is my personal cell number. "

I grabbed it. " Thank you. May I borrow your phone to let my family know I was on my way home? "

As we began the drive home, I began to ask Richard questions about what he thought had happened and also about the possibility that a rival company caused this whole incident.