Chapter 4

•• • Dickson’s POV • ••

I'm sleeping at my private apartment (cottage). I didn't go back home last night. I didn't want to glimpse at my wife. I'm still mad at her for not showing up for her appointment at the hospital. At least I slept far away from her and her drama.

My cottage is my secret private spot of shield!

I have a full wardrobe here, a computer, drinks etc...

“Fuck!.”

I groan as I wake out of sleep with ahead ache.

Last night was damn crazy. I drank more than I should have thinking it was gonna help me forget about my worries in vain. I was wrong!. If it did then it was damn ephemera and now my heart still hurts.

I think it's time I acknowledge the fact and live with this pain that I'm never going to be a father. I will never have kids to call me “Daddy” and all my legacy shall be forgotten once I'm gone.

I need to give Emily some space. She has already suffered enough. She doesn't deserve this!. It's my cross and I ought to carry it alone.

“Oouuchh!...”

I cry as I tug myself to the bathroom like a heavy piece of wood. I take a quick shower with all my usual morning routine.

I walk down!. Out of my small luxurious cottage to find Jim my driver waiting for me in the garage. “Good morning, sir!.” he greets me. “Good morning Jim!.” I retort as I enter into the car and he drives off to the office.

“Good morning sir!.”

My secretary greets as she sees me walks in as the elevator opens. “Good Morning Naomi!.” I simply nod at her greetings walking straight to my office.

I take my seat as I get into my office and all the scene of yesterday pops back into my mind like it's happening at the moment. This makes me mad. Mad at Emily... I get thoughtful...

Then my glance falls on this strange file found on my desk.

“Curriculum vitae!. Name: Emile Kiddie!.”

Emile as my wife’s name Emily it's like nature wants to tell me something. Whatever, it makes me more furious... Like everything around me reminds me of Emily, Emily... and this is depressing.

I pick up the file and I quickly go through it. It sounds interesting but I don't need anything that will make me think more of my wife than I am already. I carelessly drop the feels on my desk like it never existed.

Nevertheless, it was a brief distraction that helped me get out of my painful thoughts. I pursue with my daily obligations.

I have a company to direct!.

• •• Emile POV • ••

I get up to my daily routine.

Thou the fierce pain from my back makes me a little bit weary this morning. I run in search of my bag to take some of the pain killers the doctor, prescribe to me last night.

Yet, what happened last night kept on popping into my mind the whole night. A very depressing night I must say. Even till now I'm still like “What if Mr Dickson didn't show up and intervened?.” this feeling terrifies me.

I feel as dwelling in my room the whole day lamenting over what happened but this will call for my mum’s attention and this is the last thing I need right now.

Mum is right this job isn't right for me. I need a better a job with less or no risks of being raped.

“Oouurr!!!..”

I cry as I remember that I have three different interviews this morning.

I walk down to the kitchen where I find my mum cooking breakfast as usual. I walk in, talking a seat at the dining table near her without hugging, kissing her as usual. Like I completely forgot about it!.

“Emile what wrong?.”

She gets worried. I usually scream her name as greetings every morning.

“Nothing mum!. Just being tired than usual!.”

I retort.

“Really?.” She wanders.

“Yes!.” I simply nod.

“Eat this you will gain more energy!.”

She insists

“Okay, mum!.”

I take the dish to eat, battling with myself till I finish eating all the food from the dish. As if it wasn't enough now she places her special warm tea on the table.

“OMG!.” this makes me sicker.

“Drink this!. You have been avoiding this very good tea for these past days!.”

She lifts the cup to me. I have no strength to run out today. Even if I have the strength. I will only have to fight her because she is standing right in front of me today.

I take the cup and pour it into my mouth in a gulp with sipping or thinking. I make it go directly into my stomach because the taste is “Burrrrkkkk!.” I cry.

“Good girl!.”

She turns back to the shell to clean.

I pick my things and I walk out of the house. When I reach out, I noticed that my CV and identification papers aren't with me

“F*ck!!.”

I cry.

I take a cab to Mr Dickison’s company where I forgot them yesterday. I pay a cab again. If I continue like this I will finish all my money.

The cab is fast, before I can release it he is already dropping me. Wow, this saves me time.

I enter the company and I take the lifter up.

“Good Morning Miss!.”

I greet the Secretary once I reach.

She greets me back with a smile on.

“I'm the lady who forgets her files here yesterday. Please, I'm urgently in need of them!.”

I explain.

“Oh, sorry!. I completely forgot about it. Let me see what I can do!.”

She step out of her desk and walk to her Boss.

She knocks and enters her Boss’s office.

She walks back out as soon as she enters.

This pains my heart as I glimpse her coming out without my files in her hands. She walks straight to me with a sad glance which scares me more.

“Sorry I couldn't get the file!...”. She takes a deep breath and adds “He demands to see you in his office, now!.” She exclaims. This gets me dumbfounded and nervous at the same time. “What if he recognises me?.” I cry deep down.

I hesitate!...

“He said now!.”

She yells.

“Okay, Miss!.”

I shudder at the sound of her voice.

I walk into his office and find him head down reading. I walk closer and I find out that it's my files.

“Good morning sir!.”

I greet with my trembling voice which immediately calls for his attention.

He left his face with his glance fixed on me as usual but this time daze to see me, I guess. Thou he manages to regain his emotionally glance as usual.

“So... Emile... Kiddie... How are you today?!.”

He smiles as he walks off his chair moving closer to me. He seats on the table on the side directly opposite me. This bestows this weird butterfly feeling in my stomach as he gets so close to me.

His question sounds personal, not professional and this confuses me more.

“I'm fine sir!. Thank you!.”

I retort with a trembling voice.

“I'm inquiring about last night?.”

He folds his arms. Causing his muscles to contracts as they carved out on his suit. “Shit!. They are damn sexy!.”

“I’m fine!.”

I retort lusting on his sexy body.

“I'm glad you are okay, Kiddie!...” he pulls my name... “You have this job. You are the new editor in chief of the company and our webpages etc... Meet my Secretary, she will give you more details on what you have to do!.”

He gaily announces like some sort of achievement.

“Is it fine with you?.”

He adds.

“Yes, yes sir!. Of course, Thank you sir!.”

I gaily reply holding my excitement deep within me. I can't wait to get out of his office.

“And where the hell have you been?.”

An aggressive female voice unexpectedly barges into the office. He stops speak at the sound of her voice hideous voice. I get curious and I turn to a very beautiful, sexy looking lady. So sexy and affluent that it intimidates me. Everything about her smells wealth. From her hairstyle to the dresses and shoes she has on.

“Oh, I see that you are in good company!.”

She adds in a very loud tone. As she finds us very close to each other with Dickinson directly opposite me. Our posture looks incriminating.

This makes me guilty and I stand up to leave.

“It's fine!.”

Dickson plucks me back into the seat where I was. This get very uncomfortable and embarrassed.

“So you got yourself a new bitch?. Is she aware??.”

She hits hard shouting at the top of her voice.

And all I want is to run out without jeopardising my new job.

“After all the trauma you put me into you have the guts to cheat on me?... I'm tired of this marriage. Go to hell with your infertile self!.”

She cries as she keeps walking closer.

OMG!. She stinks alcohol.

“Fuck!, what am I doing in the middle of this shit?.

She called him infertile!. Erick was right?”. I scream to myself.

“Emily, enough of this!. Ge the hell out of my office, now!.”

He yells as he presses a button on his slap. Instantly, two huge men in black shirt and suit barge into the office. The men grab his wife out and Dickinson doesn't move an inch...

“I never want to see her around these premises again!.”

He adds with a very bitter glance on.

With that said, the huge men pull her out like a piece of trash. This horrifies me.

Now,

We are both left in the office. I try sneaking out of his office for the second time and he stopped me again. I seat back at the sound of his voice.

“Sorry for what happened and for the insults!.”

He whispers while battling with his Self yet his gaze displaying hints of wrath...

I'm just like “Wow, wow, wow...!.” deep within. Thou I instead feel very sorry for him and his broken wife.

“It's fine sir!.”

I nod.

“You are starting work as from tomorrow. Meet with my Secretary before leaving!!.”

He adds.