Chapter 87

Clara's POV

I stared at Waylen with a warning look. He wouldn't dare, would he? Especially after everything he has done, he should want to be far away from here. He was the one who knocked him out, after all.

I waited for it. The moment Derek would get up and recognize Waylen. We would get up and punch him in the face, but it never happened.

Waylen smirked, giving me an equally challenging look. His smirk broadened into a smile as he pulled a chair to sit at our table.

He had done it!

I removed the jacket I was wearing. It was getting far too hot to handle, even in this cold.

"It's so nice for us to do this. We haven't seen each other in a while," Waylen said.

"I thought I'd never see you again," I said with clenched teeth.

I had to remind myself to stay calm. He wanted a reaction from me. Why else would he be here?

"It's a shame we lost contact. We were so close." He smiled.

If losing contact means blocking someone's number and all their friends, then sure.

What did he want here? I don't believe it was a coincidence.

I didn't know if it was some confidence he had gathered for him to sit with us or just plain stupidity. I thought I had clarified it to him, so why didn't he take my warning?

Maybe he was just bent on getting caught.

"Now that I think about it, when did we last see each other?" Waylen asked, folding his arms. He looked at both Derek and me, almost as if he was about to say something worse. "It must have been that day I showed up at your work." He concluded.

He had done it.

"Really?" Derek responded curiously. He took a sip of his juice. His full attention was now diverted to me.

"It was a long time ago. You know, with hotel security, it's not always easy to see someone." He paused. "But the trick is always knowing someone. You can pretty much get anywhere after that, even to the presidential suite," he added.

If he wanted to sit and expose himself, I didn't care. It would only save me from more problems.

I sat back, trying to relax as best I could under the situation. I thought that if I waited long enough, Waylen would end up squealing, and then I wouldn't be the one to break the news.

I'm still wondering how much it must have cost to have that baby room done, and I hope it wasn't too much.

A waiter came up to our table, going on to take Waylen's order. Knowing Derek, I can't believe Waylen was just about to get free food out of this.

"Please forgive my manners. I've been talking about Clara and me this whole time. I'd like to know more about you. How did the two of you meet?" Waylen smiled.

"It's a pretty funny story." Derek smiled.

"He is my boss." I cut Derek off. Oh wait, he fired me. I don't work for him anymore. I didn't want to get into any details that Waylen didn't need to know otherwise.

Wait, what did Derek remember? What would he have said? Maybe I should have just allowed him to speak.

"I'm surprised you are her boss and not some grumpy old creep as I had imagined. Not everyone gets the wonderful opportunity to have such a wonderful breakfast with their boss," Waylen said.

"And we are also having a baby," Derek added.

I think it was time I had a conversation with him to know when it's okay to share certain information.

"No way," Waylen answered, intrigued. "How far along is it?"

"About a month now," Derek answered.

A light bulb lit up on Waylen's face. It was as if he had connected everything. He knew every well that Derek was unconscious that night. It wasn't rocket science.

"Speaking of which, we are probably long overdue for a check-up now," Derek added. He looked over at me, rubbing my hand with his.

"The two of you must be very happy. Clara is one of a kind, isn't she?" Waylen said. A wide grin appeared on his face as he looked over at me. He knew.

"That she is." Derek agreed.

I'd say it was just a coincidence, or some psychotic, sadistic person is probably the one scripting my life, but Derek's phone rang at that moment. He looked at his phone's screen for a moment with both his brows raised. "Please excuse me," He excused himself.

I was left alone with Waylen.

Waylen followed with his eyes until Derek was far away before laughing sadistically. He should audition his evil laugh for Disney.

"It turns out the idiot doesn't even remember me. The plot keeps getting thicker, doesn't it?" He answered sarcastically. He picked up his fork, spinning it between his fingers.

"It turns out I was right about everything I said about you. I'm willing to bet almost anything that you are not even pregnant. I bet you used that night to your advantage and faked the whole thing. You are a gold digger, after all." He continued.

"What do you want? You have no shame, do you?" I asked.

"But you, sweetheart. They are a lot worse than I'll ever be. I bet you are lying to the poor man. How do you think that story would look in a tabloid? You might not have much of a reputation to worry about, and maybe it might affect if you'll get your next mark, but he certainly has something to worry about. Imagine what it would do to that powerful image of his. It would ruin him."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Maybe I want to repay him for sleeping with you. You were my girlfriend after all when you cheated on me with him." He answered.

"You are delusional," I stated. There was no way I would allow myself to be bullied by him, not again.

"I don't think you want to know how far I will go. Could you not test me? You behave, and everyone will be fine." He warned. His face suddenly turned cold. The sadistic grin had disappeared. I saw true evil in his eyes. How had I never seen this before?

What did he mean by behave? Maybe it was best not to find out.

"It looks like I have to return to my office. I have a lot of work to do," Derek said, stepping back into his set.

Waylen quickly replaced the look he had with the innocent smile he had earlier.

"What did I miss?" Derek asked as he settled in.

"Well, Clara here isn't feeling well. She was feeling a bit dizzy. She looked like she was about to faint."

"I'm fi..."

"I think it would be better if you went home and rested." Waylen interrupted. "I'm sure you have many things to do. I'll gladly take her home and ensure she is safe. That way, we can also catch up."

"I'm perfectly fine. You don't have to do anything," I interjected.

My phone vibrated from my mom's message. I wonder what she wanted. What could have been so urgent? Right now, I have bigger problems.

"Are you sure? You should rest if you are not feeling well," Derek said.

"You looked so pale, I almost panicked. You know dropping you off won't be a problem, especially since he is so busy." Waylen added.

"That's alright, I'll get a cab. I have to get home very soon." I answered.

"Okay, I'll see you off. I have to get back to work," Derek said.

Derek placed the bill on the table as I left my stuff.

If Waylen thought he could blackmail me, he had one thing coming. I wouldn't allow it again.

Derek walked me to the side of the road as we waited for a cab.

“Derek," I paused. "I'm sorry," I said.

He paused for a moment, indecisive of what to say. "You should travel safely." He answered, rubbing my shoulder.

He stopped a cab, opened the door, and then gestured for me to step in. He then went on to pay the driver.