EVEN A PAWN CAN WEAR A CROWN

CHAPTER ONE “You've found a love that has come to stay. Be happy Laurel" Steph said over the phone. The car packed into the garage, as I signaled the driver to step down, giving me some privacy. “Steph, I haven't set my eyes on my so-called husband for almost a week now, I don't even know what he looks like." My voice rose as I threw my head backwards. “What do you expect from someone with so much influence and wealth? To come kiss your ass?" She laughed loudly, almost deafening me. I pulled the phone away from my ear, before placing it back. “You should come around sometime Steph, I would need some company, especially when everyone around here is crazy," I raked a hand through my perfectly curled long hair. “No, thank you. By the way!!! You didn't tell me how that night with the unknown hottie took place," she reminded. Sorry, but Steph is quite a gossip. “I told you I can't remember anything from that night," I shot back as I placed a hand on my forehead leaning my back on the seat. But it's weird that I don't remember anything though!! “Liar, I know you're hiding something. All of a sudden you got married after that night,” she uttered, trying to make sense of my situation. I exhaled hard. "Steph, I could swear, I'm still a virgin. I don't know why you keep talking about something I can't recall,” "Yoo chill, I didn't coerce you to take your virginity the night you found out your perfect boyfriend was caught cheating on you with another dude,” "Steph!!!” I yelled angrily. The last name I would want to hear is Jonathan. “Anyways, that's why you will always have your bratty best friend anytime. And please don't forget tonight’s party, it'll be incredible and like the theme, a night you'll never forget," she said giggling. “Whatever, I'll beep you if I change my mind," I said as I swung the door of the car open, pulling myself out. "Alright”. I ended the call and pushed the door closed. The two guards that stood by the car, trailed behind me. We got into the elevator, and eventually got onto the floor where my room was located. Immediately I got off the elevator. I beheld a sight that always takes my breath away. Monica!!! "Good evening Madam,” she said with a straight face. “Oh my God," I stepped off the elevator walking towards the direction of my room, “Do something about that scar Monica, it's quite frightening" I said as I halted and turned to her. It looked like something someone would do, not an accident. The scar tore across her face, almost demarcating her face into slanted equal parts. I wanted to ask her about it, but then again. I would sit still without interfering with anyone till my marriage contract with the chairman is over and then I'll leave in peace. "Never mind,” I said with a slight smile. Then I proceeded. I got into my room and threw myself onto the big fluffy bed. "Would you like a hot bath Madam?” Monica asked. It's been over a week since I came into this big mansion after getting married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men. But I still feel like an outsider, yes I am an outsider, the marriage isn't real anyway. “Monica, go have some rest, I bet you're so tired from all the stress. I will handle myself," I said under my tired voice, as my face pressed hard on the soft bed, and the cold familiar breeze sipped into the room through the partly open window. Oh how I love nature. She still stood there. Monica is over 60, and she's audacious and very consistent. “I'm not doing this with you tonight, please just leave already," I said in a more relaxed tone, as I dangled my foot at the edge of the bed. “I'm responsible for you Madam, and the chairman’s order is an obli…” I interrupted rolling over to the other side of the bed. "I told you I'm not ready for this, I had a really long day. I don't care about the chairman or anyone else right now,” my voice pierced through the air like a two edged sword. "Then I shall get your bath ready Madam,” "Suit yourself,” I sighed. I dozed off. After a few hours I woke up feeling aches all over my body. My makeup and everything I wore for my meeting was still on me. That was how lazy I was. I raised my head high, as I squinted slightly trying to tell what time it's from the giant clock hung on the decorated wall opposite me, ticking loudly. I still couldn't see clearly. I partly covered my mouth as I yawned. Then a buzzing sound from my phone accompanied. I picked up my phone from the bed, as I tried to read the message but the bright display kept on interfering. Then I read one. ‘Jona…’ I knew the next word after that. I stared at the message with wide eyes. ‘You won't believe this, Jonathan showed up at the party with another dude, just thought I should tell you.’ from Monica. My body surged with weird emotions I couldn't describe, was it anger? Anyways, I decided to go to the party. I was a fool for running out of the room when I caught him hitting another dude from behind. I wasted tears, when I knew how much of a fit I could throw. I hurriedly took my bath, ignoring the bath that was prepared for me with expensive flavors. In split seconds I was ready, well don't ask because I was thorough with prepping myself. My closet was packed in expensive and juicy outfits that'll literally make you drool at the sight. Tonight is a night to remember after all!!! I wore a tight jean short that exposed my thighs, exactly the way I loved it, and a designed tank top that exposed my big bust. The sight was magnificent. Trust me, Jonathan was going to pay for hurting someone who did nothing but gave her everything. I applied a red shiny gloss, and wore my five inch red heels and mini purse, which cost quite a fortune. My hair was perfectly curled, and it fell beautifully on my shoulders. I rubbed my lips together softly, blending and adjusting my makeup. I strode out of the room as my heels clicked perfectly on the floor. I walked so fast that I almost tripped. What for? Then, a pair of muscular hands wrapped around my waist. Then the smell of mint filled the atmosphere. Does everyone wear mint these days? It's a striking-familiar scent, the kind that's glued to my memory. “Where are you headed to in such urgency?" A deep sexy throaty baritone voice spoke from behind me. My heart almost launched out of my slightly parted mouth. I've never heard a man sound so sexy. Meanwhile I have a business to take care of. I pulled myself from his embrace as I turned to him. A breathtaking figure towering over me on a white T-shirt and grey pants, literally his chest was broad. Not your regular kind of broad sis. My eyes trailed down his pants and there was a strong bulge. My both hands suddenly found their way to my mouth as I couldn't control the feeling that crept into my fragile mind. If only my husband looked half of what he looked like. I snapped immediately, as I forwarded my gaze to his face which obviously I had to lift up my head. His hazel eyes, and the hair that danced across his perfectly sculpted face. Should I even talk about his lips? I swallowed hard. Cause I was already craving this man in front of me. “Do you find me that attractive," he said again. God he was perfect!!! My phone buzzed again, this time I snapped for good and came back to my right senses. Amelia, you're married for the time being. I scolded myself. "Though I haven't seen you around, but I believe You're one of the several guards protecting me,” I pursed my lip, his deep stare killing me. “You would drive me to see a friend, no questions," I commanded. A steady smirk was plastered on his face making him look more hot. I bit down on my lower lip. “Don't speak until I ask you to, the chairman is a crazy old man, and if we make use of that door, the other guards would swamp around me, and I hate such, so we'll make use of the exit leading to the garage that they don't follow," I said leading the way. His movements were slow yet he was a step away from me. We managed to escape the big mansion laced with CCTV at every corner. That was a big miracle though. During the ride, he stayed so calm unlike other guards that would try to ‘baby me’ and piss me off. He was an obedient one. I was already planning on making him my personal guard after we returned from the party. We got to the party in no time. He stepped out of the car, helping me with the door. "One more thing, stay in the car, I do not want you following me here and there, you could hangout with the crowd or something but obviously not around me,” I warned. He had a stiff smile and an alluring gaze. He didn't say a word. I turned and left his presence, I could still tell his eyes were all over my thick ass. I cared a little, I just wanted to fulfill the mission for tonight. As I got closer to the building, it was a pool party, the air became thick with cigarettes, alcohol and music. I got in, my eyes almost went blind. Girls stripped completely naked having s*x, gays like Jonathan type were scattered around the corner. This was definitely not the kind of situation or event to take revenge. Through the loud music and people scattered around, I heard my name in the crowd, not quite sure from which direction until I turned and saw Steph. She was in a bikini, her boobs were on display, literally, Steph never misses fun.Never. “Look at you looking all hot tonight,” she said as she gulped down the wine she was holding with her right hand. "Steph, I think I need to go back….I'm seriously not comfortable being here," I said trying to control my breath due to the strong smell of cigarettes. “Don't be a bore Laurel, you already came down here, why don't you take some wine first? then I can introduce you to someone," she said, clearly not asking me. She handed the bottle of alcohol she was holding to me. "Steph…I” I tried complaining. "Stop whining already and drink up," It's just one bottle, and it'll be the first and last time anyways. I said inwardly. I threw my head back slightly as I poured the alcohol into my mouth, I drank every single thing while Steph hyped me. I felt weird and something was shifting beneath me. “I… I" she pulled me into the crowds holding my wrist firmly. I coughed… trying to make my breath steady, the stench of cigarettes and drugs were becoming unbearable. We got into the part of the room where the song was deafening, the s*x and everything sinful was intense. Literally I could get killed here without anyone realizing that. I wish I didn't tell the guard to stay in the car. “Laurel meet Dan, my homeboy," she pointed at a light skinned boy that had a girl riding him super fast. "Heyy,” he said, moaning amidst words. I raised my hand slightly up, greeting back. At this point I was getting double visions, the power of strong alcohol. “I need to go, I can't afford to be in such environments." I whispered into Steph's ear. “Not until you get f****d and loose that virginity to a random guy. Tonight I'll make sure of that, trust me," her voice was firm. And the only way I can get out of this situation is to fake-accepting. My whole body trembled, my legs couldn't hold my body anymore. “Laurel?" A familiar husky voice spoke through the crowd. I didn't want to turn because that person was the reason I am in this situation. "It's Jonathan,” Steph whispered into my ears, as she left me there alone, and went to a room with some other guy. It kinda feels like I'm not over him yet, a part of me wants to run into his arms and tell him I miss him so much and want us to get back together. While, a part of me resents him and wants to disgrace him tonight. Or was it the alcohol making me this way? Didn't I think this through before stepping here, once people recognise my face. What I've been building over the years will come crashing before me. “I had no idea you attend parties like this," he said, this time staring back at me. His bare broad chest that I used to lay on when I was going through a hard time was now on display before me. I hated this moment. “I heard you got married. Are you happy? Does he treat you better?" His words cut through my broken heart. I wanted to cuss on him and say all the terrible things in the world to him but I couldn't, because a glimpse of love for him still lies in my heart. No it was definitely this stupid alcohol. Steph I would kill you if I get back together with Jonathan tonight. He leaned closer to get a kiss. “I know you miss me and I do too, everyday, I regret ever hurting you. You were different and special Laurel," Liar!!! My vision was blurred with tears, I pulled myself from him and slapped him hard across the face. People around froze. Let it begin!! He raised his face again angrily. I slapped him again hard. “You b***h!!!" He pulled my hair tightly as he pulled me too close to him, trying to rip my top. I was on the verge of crying… he was trying to assault me and everyone was minding their f*****g business. What do you expect from such a gathering, Laurel? In seconds, a figure rushed in launching a punch at him. I raised my head slightly and I saw Jonathan flying across the room. Everyone stopped. I turned to the man who had launched the blow. My guard? His eyes scanned me and immediately became dark, just like a mother Hen trying to protect her chick. His eyes grew dark and expression became cold. He walked straight to where he fell, punching him hard on his face over and over again. Then I heard whispers. I think I'm beginning to hear things right now. “He's Mr Anderson…” What are they talking about, or am I mishearing right now? He was still relentlessly punching Jonathan. "Stop,” I yelled across the room, as I staggered. Everywhere went dead silent, the music and everything, even him. Then the whispers rose again. I heard it loud and clear now. "Chairman,” a man on black suit and pants, neatly dressed suddenly appeared. Isn't he Rottip? The Chief security officer. What's he doing here? “That's Mr Anderson the untouchable and most wealthiest tycoon… What's he doing here?” A voice behind me spoke. I turned around trying to spot the old man as I winced. I clearly was a mess right now. I dropped to the floor and passed out.