Resigning
Chapter 73
"Go after Him!" She turned to see Mikhail giving her a 'what are you still doing there look.'
Nodding her head, she ran out of the Club in search of him.
Her heels clanking on the tiles made a lot of noise and her mascara which was designed perfectly well had gotten ruined just as she was about to push the door.
She saw him get into the car and it zoomed off.
Rushing to the next car, she hopped in and pursued the car he was driving.
He was a fast driver and a speeder, she doubt that she would even meet up with him but thank God the road was really busy and the traffic was worse than the normal days.
She followed him carefully, making sure his car had not even for once skip her eyes, and as if he was playing with her, he took different U-turns to see her car turn swiftly.
Stopping the car in front of his penthouse that was out of the City, he got out and she did as well after parking the car.
"Mason!" She yelled but he kept walking.
Just as he was about to walk through the door, she ran quickly and grabbed his shirt.
"Hey." She called.
"What?" He asked, glaring hard at her.
She had seen him angry several times but this anger was on another level.
Like he was telling her to leave him alone before he would do or say something she wouldn't like.
"Isn't it polite to wait up when you see someone yelling or running after you?" She asked.
"If that is what you followed me here to say, Frank will drop you off at the bar." He said and made to move again but she grabbed his shirt again.
"I'm sorry."
"Go home, Sandra." He said, walking past the door and she followed him inside, smiling at the securities that gave her a warm smile.
She could recall the last time she had been in the penthouse before.
That was the time he had gotten drunk and she had to drive him here.
Sticking out her tongue to lick her lips, she recalled how she had her first kiss on that floor.
She had mistakenly dripped and fallen with him in her arms and they had done it mistakenly.
She bit her lips as she recalled it and smiled.
"What rental smiling about?' He asked and she blinked to see him on the couch with a glass of wine.
"Aren't you tired it drinking?' she asked, walking towards him and grabbing the drink before dropping it on the table.
He scoffed and looked up at her.
"Don't mistake our fake relationship for something real and serious Sandra. We both know it will never happen and keep this in mind that as of tomorrow..we no longer have to pretend to my parents that we're a couple. Don't you worry I will tell you about it so my mother would stop calling you for her chitchat?" He said nonchalantly.
Sandra looked taken aback.
She had never expected him to say such.
Yes! they were just pretending but then she had never said she wanted anything more than what they had.
She had never done anything that went against his rules and cutting her out like that was not right.
"Really? That's it? You can break it just because you want to and you can call it out because you want to, right?" She asked and gave a low chuckle.
"Well, I'm also tired of acting like your fake fiancee. I mean you have so many women in your life already. Why not go out with one? I would like to resign as well. I'm so fed up with your cockiness and arrogance. Goodbye Mr. Mason." She said, glaring hard at him before storming out of the Penthouse.
Walking to the car, she hopped in to see Frank already sitted at the driver's side.
She didn't know why her eyes stung her so hard, but when she wiped her hands across her face...she looked at her hands to see water on them.
Was she crying?
Her eyes welled up the more and j she kept cleaning the wet eyes.
The silent tears had suddenly become a low sob that erupted out of her mouth as she cleaned her eyes looking out the car as Frank watched her from the rearview.
Mason was just being a jerk and there was no need for her to think hard.
Cleaning her eyes, she sniffed and watched the car turn.
****
Mason watched the cleaners scrub the particular spot for thirty seconds.
Ever since Sandra had made her way out of the room.
He sat still watching the maid brush the brown mat slowly.
Sighing he turned to see Frank with the car keys.
"What is it? Where is she right now?' He asked to see the man scratch his head.
"I dropped her off at home." He said and Mason nodded.
"She...uhm, she was crying." He added, making the man that had picked up his phone lookup.
He nodded slowly and sighed.
"Get back to work."
Mason stood up from the couch and walked to the glass wall that was just close to the balcony.
The penthouse was a huge one. He had gotten it on his Twentieth birthday as a gift from his parents.
At the age of Twenty, he had taken control of the company.
His phone beeped and he turned the screen and frowned.
Why were they calling him at this time of the night?
"Hello, Boss."
"What is it? It's late."
"The new ammunition came in Boss, I called Senior Boss and he said to call you and tell you about it. Where do we stock them? The underground or the basement?" The thick voice that came out of the phone made him sigh as he racked his head.. thinking hard.
"Stock them underground but drop two different ones on the table, I want to come to see them." He said and hung up.
Switching off his phone, he grabbed his coat and collected the key that was on the chair.
"Boss?' Frank made to come forward but he shook his head.
"I'll drive myself.' He said, and hopped into the car, before zooming out of the Mansion at the late hour of the night.
TBC
A sample of 'The Billionaire's Distraction'
As Bennett probably should've expected. She was beautiful and yet simple.
His eyes didn't leave her face.. neither did he say a word.
Octavia stared at him, the smile not leaving her face.
"Can I come in?" She asked, looking at the door he held out.
He blinked and twisted the knob slowly... And giving way for her to get in.
He didn't know he had been holding his breath for minutes ago... When he finally gave out a defeated sigh.
He knew she had a nice voice, a cute light one that could be the opposite of his.
But he didn't think he would meet something more alluring.
He thought.. she would be one of those Models that would put on some seducing clothes and all. But yet she was in her simple leather Gown, with a small bag packed.
He sighed. How whimsical of Him!
This wasn't him! Talking and appreciating a lady he had just met.
" Good afternoon Mr. Stone." He heard the voice again and snapped back to reality in his office... Where the sunset was breathtaking.
Where one could view the best City view from... Where you could feel the natural breeze clung to your skin as if it had been there all along... Caressing and soothing.
Octavia smiled.
"It's nice here." She mumbled, closing her eyes.
She was a fan of Nature.
"Yes." He answered, and punched the part between his brows.
"Miss Stiles... I guess?" He said.
"It is." She replied too.
He stood up to get a piece of paper, which she concluded might be the contact form.
She kept staring. His Dark hair, his light body, and his dark eyes.
His Dark eyes turned directly and met hers.
Pierced right into her own.
She gulped and looked away.
She turned again and fortunately he was busy searching for the paper in the printer that stood wide at the center of the office.
Time to take the moment to admire the man in front of her.
His dark and olive skin... His eyebrows could make any girl trip. His elegant sharp gaze and his eyes!
Stop it, Octavia... You should never think like this again. She blinked the thought away and puff out her cheeks.
"Here it is," Bennett said as he walked back to her seat.
" I'll show you to the Design Department when you're done with that." He said and gave her the contract with a Bic.
She nodded, as she read the contract slowly, taking in every word listed there.
She sighed, as she signed the paper... And handed it over.
"Is it done now?" She asked, her voice filled with professionalism and something else... Bennett tried to decipher.
Maybe she had been taught how to speak like that since she was little. He thought.
He nodded to her question and stood up.
I'll take you there. He mumbled as he stood up to get his Suit Jacket.
"Your company is amazing and huge," Octavia said as she looked around.
"I try my best." He answered, and she shook her head.
Although she was not expecting an answer.
Must he give that answer filled with pride... as If he was waiting for her to ask.
"Are you the sole owner of Stone's Corporation?" She asked again, cocking her head in his direction.
"Sole Heir." He mumbled as he quicken his footsteps.
"Although I made it stand like it is today". He answered again.
Octavia nodded... Yeah! The same way she did hers.
And some Pagans were still waiting by the corner to get a little or more from her.
Octavia looked around and gasped.
"Don't tell me you also have the Wall Studio." She said as she touched the wall glass that had a small piece of writing on it.
Bennett frowned... was this woman truly a Model?
How could she know things concerning a Huge Corp like this?
"I have done many things, for many companies," Octavia said as she saw his expression.
She never wanted people to recognize her as the Sole Heiress of The Mondragon Empire.
She had changed her name to Octavia Stiles... rather than Octavia Mondragon.
And she liked it.
Even her bio online said nothing concerning her Wealth... and everyone knew her as the Model.. except for some.
But she doubt that anyone would try digging that far to know her to that extent.
"We're here." His deep voice brought her out of her thinking world... as she tried to put herself back together.
She walked into the Department that seem to be filled with designs as its name implies.
She looked around and could see widened eyes staring at her.
"Hi. She waved at everyone. "I am.....
"Octavia Stiles" Someone completed, and she nodded, with a giggle.
Guess there was no need for an introduction.
"They'll get you what you need for the Model job."
"But when you're done, you can come back to my office for the wallpaper," Bennett said as he walked away from the department quickly.
He didn't know why he was walking that quickly, but he knew he had to leave that place for no reason In particular.
Octavia smiled at everyone.. as they all smiled back at her.
"Welcome to our Designing Department Ma'am, you're loved." Someone Half yelled... and she laughed.
"Call me Octavia." She said warmly.
Everyone got back to their work, afraid of getting caught talking instead of working.
Octavia took a look at their designs.
She nodded with satisfaction.
They were really good designers. She thought as she kept staring at a design.
"A mother was carrying her child.. running from the war, she could see the fear in her eyes, as if the image was captured Real.
But No, it was pure Design.!!
The design was more like a Gifted work of Art.
"Wow! It's beautiful." She mumbled and took a picture.
She looked at each design... and sighed.
Tch! She had not even started and was getting nervous.
She hissed. She had never been nervous throughout her life as a Model.
Why now? Her eyes momentarily flew to the glass wall just above the small blinds.
Plain writing was on the wall... properly written with a Marker or something.
It Read; "Bennett Stone!"
T. B. C
