Heath's POV]
It was not a bad idea to keep things low profile; we just started dating after all, but I don't like it. Ugh… maybe it is because I still feel a lot of inferiority to the men she has dated before.
There are many aspects of life that I might be better at than they at, but I was a 'playboy' before and didn't have a colorful past like mine, and so they deserved her more than I could.
As I watched her walk nervously to her Office Building, I felt my heart fill up. She is mad beautiful; everything about her is so beautiful that I worry everyone around her does not notice her beauty.
I want to yell at her for how beautiful she is. I can already see her growling at me for being too loud and smiling shyly after that.
I need to figure out a way to steal her from Gian so that I can be able to see her whenever I want, I can have her all to myself, and I can show her off more often.
I quickly returned to my house before picking up a few clothes so I could return them to her apartment. Since she doesn't seem to want to move in with me, I will move in with her instead.
The office was quite rowdy; I suspect it was because of the news of me being with a new woman, officially, and I was half correct.
"Um… sir, the lawyer you asked for is waiting in your office, and um…. There is a package that was left on your desk," the temporary assistant says. Since Carl is no longer with me, I have got someone to replace him temporarily while I search for a new assistant.
"Mr. Bliar, nice for you to come in on such short notice," I greet Michael Blair, my personal lawyer and the man who is going to help me bury my girl's enemies.
"You said it was urgent," Mike says, "and I also want to know about this new girl in your life."
"Unfortunately, you will not learn anything about the new girl in my life, because it is none of your business, it is not like you told me when you got married," I say firmly.
We both laughed. He had gotten married a few years back, without telling anyone, not his family and not his friends. Just him and his wife, and to this day, they are still madly in love.
"What is it you need help with?"
"During my cruise trip, I promised a man named Claude 2 million because my missus was in danger and I needed his help saving her," I say. I watch Mike widen his eyes in shock, "What?" I condescendingly ask.
"Are you and she married? Or did you pull and me?"
"What? No, well, not yet, at least," I asked, confused, "Why are you asking such questions? It is not why I called you here to help with relaxation."
"But you called her your missus," Mike says, making me conscious of what I said. If I talk about marriage with Fiona, she will definitely run away because of the suddenness of the whole thing.
"I guess I did that unconsciously," I say.
"Wow, you are so whipped," he concludes, "anyway, what is it with the Claude guy, is he planning on suing you for a higher amount?"
"No, in fact, I don't want to give him the money," I firmly say, "I want to find a legal way to not give him a cent out of my pocket."
"If he has witnesses of you promising him the money, it might be difficult, but he can just drag the case in court until he is too broke to sue."
"No, I have a better idea," I say, giving him information about Claude and his family misusing Fiona's inheritance money.
"So, he and his family owe you, missus, some money," Claude says, "so you want to give him the money only for it to go to paying her back?"
"That is correct, a way to spoil her indirectly," I say proudly.
"Okay, I will get on with it, give me a week and I will sort it out."
"Thanks, Mike," I tell him. Mike and I speak for a while before he returns to his office.
I finally am able to get the package that was left on my desk. It was a small brown envelope with no address.
It is not a letter; it is an invoice from an overseas hotel for twelve million dollars, and for some reason, it is addressed to me. Not only have I not been to that hotel, but it has back five years since my last stay at the hotel.
I quickly pick up my landline to call the temp to get some clearance on this: "Ines, can you please come to my office now?" I calmly say.
She arrives at my office a few minutes later, "Sir, you called?"
"Yes, I want to know which mail company sent this," I say calmly.
She nervously looks at me, clearly scared to even answer my question, "Um… well, a lady came this morning and said…"
"Wow, you are finally here. You know how long I have been waiting for you." My question was answered when my mother burst into my office.
She looked at Ines, who was fondling her shirt nervously, "You go get me something to drink, and expensive champagne if you may," she commanded.
Ines looks at me for approval, and I just nod. I know how explosive my mother can be; no need to put Ines in harm's way.
My mother rolled her eyes, "I pushed this man out of my vig*na, I am the law, not him," she yelled, and Ines, who was now nervously walking to the door.
She carefully looks at me before noticing I have her bogus invoice in my hand, "Oh, you received that," she says, walking to the chair.
"Be a doll and take care of it for me, please," my mother says condescendingly.
"What do you want?" I shot angrily.
"That is not the way to speak to your mother," she growls, "I came to give you that, but I found out that you fell in love like your foolish father, so I came to warn you how women cannot be trusted."
"Not every woman is as heartless as your mother, so I will manage, and I will not pay your bill. I will call the hotel and clarify," I say, tossing the invoice unto her.
"Did that wench put you up to this? She wants all your money for herself?" my mother says, "and you say all women are not greedy."
She hysterically laughs, "You are as delusional as your father," she jokes.
"I am glad I am not as evil as you are, mother," I say firmly, "I have work to do. Take your stupid invoice and take care of it with your lover. I am not supporting your crazy lifestyle."
She glares at me, but violently gets up, "I will leave, and have you calm down. I will be back."
She walks angrily to the door, and she nearly collides with Ines, who was bringing her the champagne. She snatches the glass from Ines, chugs it down, throws the glass at the wall, and walks off.
A mess, my family troubles have revived, I lived a better 5 years not hearing from this witch. "I am sorry, sir," Ines says sympathetically.
"It is okay, get back to work, I will handle my mother," I say, deflated. I need to call Lucas to see if his father is pulling this stunt as well. My mother will surely mess up my life before disappearing again.