In Pursuit Of A Happily Ever After

Chapter four

KYLE

Life for me had always been a bed of roses till the worst happened. I was thrown right out of my Father's wishlist.

At the beginning of my life, I had decided that I didn’t need charm and respect to get

women—my impending father's wealth and status had done exactly that for me till I turned Twenty-two.

My father was first to man up to my bull- s**t with the tiniest scowl as I had always been my mother's son

Over the next few years that had followed I realized that life had not exactly been what I wanted it to be at this moment , it was like one of those down points in life when I had to take time to reflect on the past.

I could easily be seen as a mold my father created but I never lived that side of life he expected me to feel, as a matter of fact I lived a whole different life than most would have expected me to live.

All effort from my father was to ensure that I lived an independent life, as I started my life as a bad combo —One that needed a little flame to spark.

Where my mother had lacked in my rearing, my father tried to fill in the cracks as he was insistent on not raising a weakling.

Probably, it was the same reason I left home about four years ago after he froze my account and now worked part time at a company that left me frequently with bills to pay.

At least I got to live an independent life at the expense of my inheritance —For all I could care Kyle Maroonwas dead, and this was a totally new me.

Truthfully, it had never really stuck…There was always the fact that I would need financial support.

It was hard to live the life of a pauper that had many, at least it helped me in knowing that I didn't have many friends after all of them left me struggling in the cold roofless night.

As far as I was surprised only one Maroonwas well -known , with most of life kept a secret and that was my father.

My family could be as pissed as they wanted that i didn't try reaching back, appreciating at least one f*****g favour my father did to me and that was kicking me out.

Slowly, I made my way down from the steps walking Into the sunlight. It was supposed to be a beautiful day, but still a dark cloud hovered deep in my heart.

I was downstairs, turning a corner in the street when I stopped at the corner with the newspaper stand.

Most day's I would have walked past this same stand but call it fate or whatever, I stopped right there to read the news that made the headline.

A breath escaped me as I was forced to step back. I couldn't believe what I was reading and for some reason it startled me.

Unease drifted through my body like a kindled flame as I read through the news headlines that made the Frontline with the picture of my father.

Would the well Renowned Business Tycoon give his wealth to charity ?

The news was hard to take in, most especially seeing my father in company of his friend Marcus and the family doctor.

"What is going on?" I questioned myself.

Looking around as It felt so quiet that I could hear my heart beating in my chest.

I took another step back as if to get some footing, but it was mostly just to reflect on things with some kind of survival instinct kicking in.

"Was that why my Mother had been calling?"

My head spinned round at the moment as I couldn't think clearly, I searched my pocket for some squeezed notes which I passed to the man at the newsstand before making way with the paper.

I slipped my hands into my pockets as I read through …

It was hardly leering and more observant, and left me thinking about how complicated things had been .

I was wondering if It was the best time to call this whole beef with my father off and go see him, but still at that moment it was impossible for me to bring myself to do that.

My eyes narrowed as I continued with my trip to work, it was the best I could do at the moment…

I tried all that was possible to wave away all the thoughts filling the void in my mind but it was looking quite impossible .

The day went by quickly and at the end of it, I was feeling exactly the way I had started the day, I was left feeling strangely breathless.

A sliver of uncertainty curled in my chest and to let it all out it was obvious what I had to do.

Without thinking about the twisted web I was tangled in again,I made my way out of the office and got a cab going to a nearby pub.

I gazed round as soon as I walked in, from the Wide shouldered security in a navy blue shirt that outlined the brightly lit horizon as he stood firm in the doorway with his presence uncomfortable but distant to the bartender.

Immediately I walked up to the bar, the bartender's gaze met mine, and I waited for that zing of chemistry to settle in where he asked for what I wanted and impressed me with his flipping, but that was not the case today as I settled for just a pint of beer as I felt scrutinized by his icy blue eyes.

I took my drink and made a turn when she bumped into me—the same woman from earlier today.

I was in a fist of rage but looking into the woman's eyes I couldn't help but feel drawn to the sadness that was in it with such a depth that I felt drawn, like I was part of it.

"I am sorry." She tried apologizing.

"It is—" I paused, looking at that darkness that was in her eyes again.

"Are you fine?" I queried.

She looked at me blankly as we were both lost in the core of each other's eyes.

Perhaps, she could see the pain in mine as well.

"I am …" she took a deep breath. "I am fine."

She stepped past me soon as she answered, but I wasn't going to let her leave that way.

Not with that beauty, not with the way she was looking all sad.

"You know I can get us a drink and we could maybe talk, you look like you need a friend."

"I am here with a friend." She answered.

I looked around and shrugged. "Can't see anyone around."

"Well then, just one drink." She wagged a finger.

"One drink."

"And no funny guys' antics. "

I raised my hands. "No funny antics."

"Fine then." She answered looking at her feet.

"Kyle Maroon." I said with my hand outstretched.

She took it. "Hannah Myles."

We held our hands for a brief second, looking at each other awkwardly.

I lead the way, this time not to the bar but a sofa close by.

I waved my hands at the Waiter who walked toward us and got our orders.

The next hour we were laughing, the past hour had been us getting to know each other and the truth was Hannah had a beautiful soul.

She searched around as if looking for someone.

"Looking for anyone?" I asked

"Yeah, my friend." She answered.

Hannah took her phone and tried dialing.

"Why, don't you relax …She is probably somewhere."

She shrugged as we kept our gaze, her face fell to the table as she drew a circle with her finger.

Her teeth pulled at her lower lips.

Taking a deep breath I asked. "Can I just have one dance ?"