Chapter 12
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Caroline closed her bedroom's door behind us, thus completely blocking all the sounds coming from outside. It was much warmer and secluded. And safer.
"So Romeo...Tell me more about you." She said, sitting on her bed as I awkwardly sat next to her.
I pushed my hair from my eyes and looked at her no longer glowing face in the light. " I thought I told you everything you wanted to know in the cab," I was almost irritated. "What more do you want to know?" I sighed and glanced at her flushed face.
"Let's start with age? Then what do you study?" She said with a twinkle in her eyes. Yes, we hadn't discussed that. All we talked about was my arm's injury and my 'taste in women'. It was an awful conversation.
I took in a deep breath. "I am twenty-five. I studied architecture."
"Really?" She squealed and I wondered if I said something particularly amusing. Because I was planning on being absolutely mundane to bore and revolt her. It didn't seem to work. So I narrowed my eyes at her curiously.
Why was she so curious about me? I knew for that she was no threat and shall she ever be, my gun was tucked nicely in my back pocket. "Yes," I said averting my gaze to the door.
"That's so cool! My dad's an architect, too."
I smiled. "That's -uh- interesting."
Good. Keep it as boring as possible.
"It's not easy," I said out of nowhere. "I mean being an architect. It's not easy." I remember making that up, completely. I never worked as an architect, so I wouldn't have the slightest idea.
"So true! I remember Dad's endless nights. It was stressful for him. He died." She said simply shrugging and I almost gasped at her bluntness.
"I'm sorr-" I frowned slightly, but she waved it off.
"Naw. No problem. It's been like eight years." She said and I raised my eyebrows.
How did the passing of time made things like these so trivial? Would that be how I'd say it one day when I talked about Audrey and a child I would have had? They just...died?
She then laced her hands with mine and I looked at it them...surprise. Surprise, my days...I almost laughed at the action. What was she doing? What did she want? Did she want comfort? Did she want company? I didn't know and even if she did, I didn't think I would be able to provide her with any. I was barely keeping up with pretence.
She then looked up at me as her smile faltered before she leaned closer, closing her eyes. My eyes widened in shock. That was the second time today. She was either so desperate or oblivious to my disinterest in her. I raised my eyebrows and leaned in too as if mesmerized by her face's serenity. I obviously didn't want to kiss her, but her lips found mine. She kissed me slowly and softly before she pulled back.
She looked embarrassed because I definitely didn't kiss her back. If she hated me for it, I wouldn't have been surprised. But it was too early to lose her and a kiss would mean absolutely nothing to me. I planned on winning her temporarily. Priorities.
So I cupped her face and pulled her into a soft kiss as her hands travelled over my bare torso. She moaned softly as she climbed over my laps unexpectedly.
Her hands reached for my pants' button.
I then frowned. It was a kiss or nothing, so I immediately held her hand to stop her before pulling back from the most feeling-less, awkward kiss I'd ever had. I looked hard into her sparkly hazel eyes with a questioning look, mainly asking- what the hell?
"Stop." I panted and she instantly got up from my laps. She then turned around, facing the door with her face in her hands. I watched her curiously before she turned to face me again. I sat there shocked and confused.
"Oh my God. I'm sorr-sorry, I-I don't normally do that." She was flustering, but I could tell that it wasn't me that was behind this frustration. "I'm just- it's just that- I- oh my god-" She started sobbing out of God only knew whereas I gaped at her in horror.
One more encounter with a crying woman and I might as well better drop dead. I could've just stared at her, told her that she deserved it and just leave. But then I'd be back to step one. Losing her. And business was all about sacrifices. She was business to me. And now I'll sacrifice my insolence.
So I got up immediately and dragged her back to the bed where she sat crying. I stood above her trying to evaluate this dramatic situation. Drama I'd never been part of all my life.
"What happened?" I asked tentatively with a sigh and she looked up at me with tears still streaming down her face.
"I- I broke up with my boyfriend-" she said slowly, looking at her hands. "W-Well, he broke up with me-" She choked out the words as more silent tears came rolling down. "-becaus-because-" She paused, letting a sob out. "-because he thought I was very clingy and unattractive. And then I thought I might want to see if I can try it with you. To see if I was really that unattractive and-" She then stopped to look at me for a while, "-and I'm really sorry."
And here I was, instead of being useful, listening to lovers' theatrics. Talk about a nightmare.
I looked down at her thoughtfully. "Why would you do that?" I asked in disbelief and she looked at me pleading.
"I'm sorry, I swea-" Her lips quivered as she sniffed more.
"No. Not that." I said referring to the kiss we shared. "I meant why would you doubt yourself?"
Score.
She stopped crying and stared at me. She probably wasn't expecting sympathy from my side. If it was the real me who was having this conversation, I'd have told her that I didn't care what happened to her.
"Because...I loved him so much-" she started as tears rolled down her cheeks. "And I trusted him more than anyone. So when he said t-that-" she said looking down then back up in my eyes. "-it broke me because it must have been true."
I looked at her speechlessly. I never understood women who cry over rotten men. I mean, instead of thanking God for their riddance, they bawl their eyes out. And no, I didn't know what she expected me to do with what she was telling me. I could surely harm that guy, but based on the previously explained concept, that'd only make her cry more. Or commit suicide. I didn't know to what extent that could reach.
"I just feel so lonely and lost without him, Romeo." She rambled on quietly and I pushed back the hair from my forehead. "I'm so so sorry, Romeo. I -just- feel terrible. I shouldn't have dragged in this."
Hell, you shouldn't have.
But of course, I didn't tell her that. I wanted her complete trust in me. I wanted her to allow herself to be vulnerable around me so that it'd become normal to ask her anything I wanted whenever.
So I decided to be poetic.
I sighed and sat next to her again. "It's okay. I understand what you're going through. It's not easy to lose someone whom you...loved." I said forcefully as I averted my gaze to the door.
And I decided to take a risk too.
"I lost my 'was-soon-to-be' wife. She was killed-" I said slowly. "-in front of me. She carried our baby too." I said looking at the white fluffy carpet on the ground. "Yes. It's difficult to lose someone you loved. And yes, you do feel lost. But you get over it-" I then frowned and looked away.
And I decided to gain her sympathy as well.
She gently touched my forearm. "Oh, Romeo, I'm sorry."
I looked at her and smiled halfheartedly. "I'm the one who's supposed to be comforting you."
She chuckled before a final sniff, then got up and took a deep breath. "Okay Romeo, we have to go back to the party and stop acting like two depressed grandmas."
I chuckled, raised my eyebrows and followed suit.
"I was thinking the same too." Yes, dammit. Enough of the sappy drama.
She then pulled me out, back to the party.
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Alexander's POV.
I watched a stripper unclasp her bra as she grind on a pole, smoked my cigar and enjoyed the music in the background. The stripper then approached me and sat on my lap with her G-string. I laughed throwing my head back as she winked through her mask.
I was about to pull down her bra completely, but she immediately got up, shaking her head playfully as her black curls followed. She went back up on stage.
I then heard my phone ring. I looked down at it finding none other than Philip.
He better had some good news. I answered the call.
"We found her. We found the girl you're looking for." He was panting the words out.
I sat up. "Good. God, that's excellent! Did you get her?" I asked the most important question.
The reply didn't come instantly. "No, but we will manage to follow her, now that we know who she is and what she looks like. I've already sent Ledger and Williams to keep an eye on her."
I sighed. "Okay. Good. Just make sure you get her and bring her to me ASAP. And make sure you don't hurt her unless absolutely necessary."
"Okay, sir. Oh and sir?" I heard some shuffling on the other side.
"Yes?" I said, watching Katy laugh at something I had no idea about.
"We also found a motel reservation with the name Julius Caesar. I think that's your son."
I almost choked on the water I was drinking. "Really?! That's great."
"But we're not sure if he's quite the one...yet," Philips added slowly and I nodded understandably.
"Then do the necessary to make sure it is him. And when you are sure, I want him beat for a lesson, but alive for me." I dictated easily with a smirk.
"Understood, sir."
"Good job, Philip. You really never disappoint me." I chuckled lightly and could almost hear his heart swell with pride. He was always loyal to me.
"It's a pleasure, sir."
I then hung up and dialled Augustus's number with a wide smile. Everything was going the way I wanted.
"Ayyeee, Daddy!" He was definitely drunk.
"Hello, Augustus," I said smiling.
"Sup, my old man?" Very drunk.
"I called to tell you that you don't need to look for the Julius guy anymore. And to delete the picture I sent you of him." I said slowly so that his messed up brain could make sense of what I was saying.
"Oh? Okay, I guess. I didn't even open it." He laughed.
"That's it?" I said raising my eyebrows, feeling my heart lift.
"Well, you asked for it. Ain't I getting at least a tiny share? Dad, I've been working my beautiful arse off and my soul is tired-" He started rambling, but I stopped him with a laugh.
"You can check your balance whenever, you'll find what you want, son."
"Ooh! Daddy's in a good mood today-" He then stopped for a moment. "Wait- is that Katy I hear, laughing in the background?" He was referring to the stripper's name who by now had had her bra off.
"Aha." I laughed more. He was disbelievingly despicable.
"OH MY GOD, DAD, WITHOUT ME?" He bellowed playfully and I smiled.
"If you were here, we would be doing this together."
"Okay. Fine. Tell me what she's doing so that I can imagine it." He pleaded and I shook my head grinning.
"No."
"Dad! You're too old for that anyway! Consider your son's dire condition! Oh my God, Dad, you can't be serious." He was laughing himself.
"I'm hanging up on you," I said finally with a wide smile and was about to hang up when he shouted-
"I LOVE Y-"
I smiled cutting him off and returning my focus back on Katy.
Today was a good day.
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A/N: What do you think? That wasn't a very eventful chapter, but I was hoping it unravelled some personalities more and more. ;)
Love and adore all of you! <3
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Caroline closed her bedroom's door behind us, thus completely blocking all the sounds coming from outside. It was much warmer and secluded. And safer.
"So Romeo...Tell me more about you." She said, sitting on her bed as I awkwardly sat next to her.
I pushed my hair from my eyes and looked at her no longer glowing face in the light. " I thought I told you everything you wanted to know in the cab," I was almost irritated. "What more do you want to know?" I sighed and glanced at her flushed face.
"Let's start with age? Then what do you study?" She said with a twinkle in her eyes. Yes, we hadn't discussed that. All we talked about was my arm's injury and my 'taste in women'. It was an awful conversation.
I took in a deep breath. "I am twenty-five. I studied architecture."
"Really?" She squealed and I wondered if I said something particularly amusing. Because I was planning on being absolutely mundane to bore and revolt her. It didn't seem to work. So I narrowed my eyes at her curiously.
Why was she so curious about me? I knew for that she was no threat and shall she ever be, my gun was tucked nicely in my back pocket. "Yes," I said averting my gaze to the door.
"That's so cool! My dad's an architect, too."
I smiled. "That's -uh- interesting."
Good. Keep it as boring as possible.
"It's not easy," I said out of nowhere. "I mean being an architect. It's not easy." I remember making that up, completely. I never worked as an architect, so I wouldn't have the slightest idea.
"So true! I remember Dad's endless nights. It was stressful for him. He died." She said simply shrugging and I almost gasped at her bluntness.
"I'm sorr-" I frowned slightly, but she waved it off.
"Naw. No problem. It's been like eight years." She said and I raised my eyebrows.
How did the passing of time made things like these so trivial? Would that be how I'd say it one day when I talked about Audrey and a child I would have had? They just...died?
She then laced her hands with mine and I looked at it them...surprise. Surprise, my days...I almost laughed at the action. What was she doing? What did she want? Did she want comfort? Did she want company? I didn't know and even if she did, I didn't think I would be able to provide her with any. I was barely keeping up with pretence.
She then looked up at me as her smile faltered before she leaned closer, closing her eyes. My eyes widened in shock. That was the second time today. She was either so desperate or oblivious to my disinterest in her. I raised my eyebrows and leaned in too as if mesmerized by her face's serenity. I obviously didn't want to kiss her, but her lips found mine. She kissed me slowly and softly before she pulled back.
She looked embarrassed because I definitely didn't kiss her back. If she hated me for it, I wouldn't have been surprised. But it was too early to lose her and a kiss would mean absolutely nothing to me. I planned on winning her temporarily. Priorities.
So I cupped her face and pulled her into a soft kiss as her hands travelled over my bare torso. She moaned softly as she climbed over my laps unexpectedly.
Her hands reached for my pants' button.
I then frowned. It was a kiss or nothing, so I immediately held her hand to stop her before pulling back from the most feeling-less, awkward kiss I'd ever had. I looked hard into her sparkly hazel eyes with a questioning look, mainly asking- what the hell?
"Stop." I panted and she instantly got up from my laps. She then turned around, facing the door with her face in her hands. I watched her curiously before she turned to face me again. I sat there shocked and confused.
"Oh my God. I'm sorr-sorry, I-I don't normally do that." She was flustering, but I could tell that it wasn't me that was behind this frustration. "I'm just- it's just that- I- oh my god-" She started sobbing out of God only knew whereas I gaped at her in horror.
One more encounter with a crying woman and I might as well better drop dead. I could've just stared at her, told her that she deserved it and just leave. But then I'd be back to step one. Losing her. And business was all about sacrifices. She was business to me. And now I'll sacrifice my insolence.
So I got up immediately and dragged her back to the bed where she sat crying. I stood above her trying to evaluate this dramatic situation. Drama I'd never been part of all my life.
"What happened?" I asked tentatively with a sigh and she looked up at me with tears still streaming down her face.
"I- I broke up with my boyfriend-" she said slowly, looking at her hands. "W-Well, he broke up with me-" She choked out the words as more silent tears came rolling down. "-becaus-because-" She paused, letting a sob out. "-because he thought I was very clingy and unattractive. And then I thought I might want to see if I can try it with you. To see if I was really that unattractive and-" She then stopped to look at me for a while, "-and I'm really sorry."
And here I was, instead of being useful, listening to lovers' theatrics. Talk about a nightmare.
I looked down at her thoughtfully. "Why would you do that?" I asked in disbelief and she looked at me pleading.
"I'm sorry, I swea-" Her lips quivered as she sniffed more.
"No. Not that." I said referring to the kiss we shared. "I meant why would you doubt yourself?"
Score.
She stopped crying and stared at me. She probably wasn't expecting sympathy from my side. If it was the real me who was having this conversation, I'd have told her that I didn't care what happened to her.
"Because...I loved him so much-" she started as tears rolled down her cheeks. "And I trusted him more than anyone. So when he said t-that-" she said looking down then back up in my eyes. "-it broke me because it must have been true."
I looked at her speechlessly. I never understood women who cry over rotten men. I mean, instead of thanking God for their riddance, they bawl their eyes out. And no, I didn't know what she expected me to do with what she was telling me. I could surely harm that guy, but based on the previously explained concept, that'd only make her cry more. Or commit suicide. I didn't know to what extent that could reach.
"I just feel so lonely and lost without him, Romeo." She rambled on quietly and I pushed back the hair from my forehead. "I'm so so sorry, Romeo. I -just- feel terrible. I shouldn't have dragged in this."
Hell, you shouldn't have.
But of course, I didn't tell her that. I wanted her complete trust in me. I wanted her to allow herself to be vulnerable around me so that it'd become normal to ask her anything I wanted whenever.
So I decided to be poetic.
I sighed and sat next to her again. "It's okay. I understand what you're going through. It's not easy to lose someone whom you...loved." I said forcefully as I averted my gaze to the door.
And I decided to take a risk too.
"I lost my 'was-soon-to-be' wife. She was killed-" I said slowly. "-in front of me. She carried our baby too." I said looking at the white fluffy carpet on the ground. "Yes. It's difficult to lose someone you loved. And yes, you do feel lost. But you get over it-" I then frowned and looked away.
And I decided to gain her sympathy as well.
She gently touched my forearm. "Oh, Romeo, I'm sorry."
I looked at her and smiled halfheartedly. "I'm the one who's supposed to be comforting you."
She chuckled before a final sniff, then got up and took a deep breath. "Okay Romeo, we have to go back to the party and stop acting like two depressed grandmas."
I chuckled, raised my eyebrows and followed suit.
"I was thinking the same too." Yes, dammit. Enough of the sappy drama.
She then pulled me out, back to the party.
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Alexander's POV.
I watched a stripper unclasp her bra as she grind on a pole, smoked my cigar and enjoyed the music in the background. The stripper then approached me and sat on my lap with her G-string. I laughed throwing my head back as she winked through her mask.
I was about to pull down her bra completely, but she immediately got up, shaking her head playfully as her black curls followed. She went back up on stage.
I then heard my phone ring. I looked down at it finding none other than Philip.
He better had some good news. I answered the call.
"We found her. We found the girl you're looking for." He was panting the words out.
I sat up. "Good. God, that's excellent! Did you get her?" I asked the most important question.
The reply didn't come instantly. "No, but we will manage to follow her, now that we know who she is and what she looks like. I've already sent Ledger and Williams to keep an eye on her."
I sighed. "Okay. Good. Just make sure you get her and bring her to me ASAP. And make sure you don't hurt her unless absolutely necessary."
"Okay, sir. Oh and sir?" I heard some shuffling on the other side.
"Yes?" I said, watching Katy laugh at something I had no idea about.
"We also found a motel reservation with the name Julius Caesar. I think that's your son."
I almost choked on the water I was drinking. "Really?! That's great."
"But we're not sure if he's quite the one...yet," Philips added slowly and I nodded understandably.
"Then do the necessary to make sure it is him. And when you are sure, I want him beat for a lesson, but alive for me." I dictated easily with a smirk.
"Understood, sir."
"Good job, Philip. You really never disappoint me." I chuckled lightly and could almost hear his heart swell with pride. He was always loyal to me.
"It's a pleasure, sir."
I then hung up and dialled Augustus's number with a wide smile. Everything was going the way I wanted.
"Ayyeee, Daddy!" He was definitely drunk.
"Hello, Augustus," I said smiling.
"Sup, my old man?" Very drunk.
"I called to tell you that you don't need to look for the Julius guy anymore. And to delete the picture I sent you of him." I said slowly so that his messed up brain could make sense of what I was saying.
"Oh? Okay, I guess. I didn't even open it." He laughed.
"That's it?" I said raising my eyebrows, feeling my heart lift.
"Well, you asked for it. Ain't I getting at least a tiny share? Dad, I've been working my beautiful arse off and my soul is tired-" He started rambling, but I stopped him with a laugh.
"You can check your balance whenever, you'll find what you want, son."
"Ooh! Daddy's in a good mood today-" He then stopped for a moment. "Wait- is that Katy I hear, laughing in the background?" He was referring to the stripper's name who by now had had her bra off.
"Aha." I laughed more. He was disbelievingly despicable.
"OH MY GOD, DAD, WITHOUT ME?" He bellowed playfully and I smiled.
"If you were here, we would be doing this together."
"Okay. Fine. Tell me what she's doing so that I can imagine it." He pleaded and I shook my head grinning.
"No."
"Dad! You're too old for that anyway! Consider your son's dire condition! Oh my God, Dad, you can't be serious." He was laughing himself.
"I'm hanging up on you," I said finally with a wide smile and was about to hang up when he shouted-
"I LOVE Y-"
I smiled cutting him off and returning my focus back on Katy.
Today was a good day.
***
A/N: What do you think? That wasn't a very eventful chapter, but I was hoping it unravelled some personalities more and more. ;)
Love and adore all of you! <3
TheatricsCaroline closed her bedroom's door behind us, thus completely blocking all the sounds coming from outside. It was much warmer and secluded. And safer."So Romeo...Tell me more about you." She said, sitting on her bed as I awkwardly sat next to her.I pushed my hair from my eyes and looked at her no longer glowing face in the light. " I thought I told you everything you wanted to know in the cab," I was almost irritated. "What more do you want to know?" I sighed and glanced at her flushed face."Let's start with age? Then what do you study?" She said with a twinkle in her eyes. Yes, we hadn't discussed that. All we talked about was my arm's injury and my 'taste in women'. It was an awful conversation.I took in a deep breath. "I am twenty-five. I studied architecture.""Really?" She squealed and I wondered if I said something particularly amusing. Because I was planning on being absolutely mundane to bore and revolt her. It didn't seem to work. So I narrowed my eyes at her curiously.Why was she so curious about me? I knew for that she was no threat and shall she ever be, my gun was tucked nicely in my back pocket. "Yes," I said averting my gaze to the door."That's so cool! My dad's an architect, too."I smiled. "That's -uh- interesting."Good. Keep it as boring as possible."It's not easy," I said out of nowhere. "I mean being an architect. It's not easy." I remember making that up, completely. I never worked as an architect, so I wouldn't have the slightest idea."So true! I remember Dad's endless nights. It was stressful for him. He died." She said simply shrugging and I almost gasped at her bluntness."I'm sorr-" I frowned slightly, but she waved it off."Naw. No problem. It's been like eight years." She said and I raised my eyebrows.How did the passing of time made things like these so trivial? Would that be how I'd say it one day when I talked about Audrey and a child I would have had? They just...died?She then laced her hands with mine and I looked at it them...surprise. Surprise, my days...I almost laughed at the action. What was she doing? What did she want? Did she want comfort? Did she want company? I didn't know and even if she did, I didn't think I would be able to provide her with any. I was barely keeping up with pretence.She then looked up at me as her smile faltered before she leaned closer, closing her eyes. My eyes widened in shock. That was the second time today. She was either so desperate or oblivious to my disinterest in her. I raised my eyebrows and leaned in too as if mesmerized by her face's serenity. I obviously didn't want to kiss her, but her lips found mine. She kissed me slowly and softly before she pulled back.She looked embarrassed because I definitely didn't kiss her back. If she hated me for it, I wouldn't have been surprised. But it was too early to lose her and a kiss would mean absolutely nothing to me. I planned on winning her temporarily. Priorities.So I cupped her face and pulled her into a soft kiss as her hands travelled over my bare torso. She moaned softly as she climbed over my laps unexpectedly.Her hands reached for my pants' button.I then frowned. It was a kiss or nothing, so I immediately held her hand to stop her before pulling back from the most feeling-less, awkward kiss I'd ever had. I looked hard into her sparkly hazel eyes with a questioning look, mainly asking- what the hell?"Stop." I panted and she instantly got up from my laps. She then turned around, facing the door with her face in her hands. I watched her curiously before she turned to face me again. I sat there shocked and confused."Oh my God. I'm sorr-sorry, I-I don't normally do that." She was flustering, but I could tell that it wasn't me that was behind this frustration. "I'm just- it's just that- I- oh my god-" She started sobbing out of God only knew whereas I gaped at her in horror.One more encounter with a crying woman and I might as well better drop dead. I could've just stared at her, told her that she deserved it and just leave. But then I'd be back to step one. Losing her. And business was all about sacrifices. She was business to me. And now I'll sacrifice my insolence.So I got up immediately and dragged her back to the bed where she sat crying. I stood above her trying to evaluate this dramatic situation. Drama I'd never been part of all my life."What happened?" I asked tentatively with a sigh and she looked up at me with tears still streaming down her face."I- I broke up with my boyfriend-" she said slowly, looking at her hands. "W-Well, he broke up with me-" She choked out the words as more silent tears came rolling down. "-becaus-because-" She paused, letting a sob out. "-because he thought I was very clingy and unattractive. And then I thought I might want to see if I can try it with you. To see if I was really that unattractive and-" She then stopped to look at me for a while, "-and I'm really sorry."And here I was, instead of being useful, listening to lovers' theatrics. Talk about a nightmare.I looked down at her thoughtfully. "Why would you do that?" I asked in disbelief and she looked at me pleading."I'm sorry, I swea-" Her lips quivered as she sniffed more."No. Not that." I said referring to the kiss we shared. "I meant why would you doubt yourself?"Score.She stopped crying and stared at me. She probably wasn't expecting sympathy from my side. If it was the real me who was having this conversation, I'd have told her that I didn't care what happened to her."Because...I loved him so much-" she started as tears rolled down her cheeks. "And I trusted him more than anyone. So when he said t-that-" she said looking down then back up in my eyes. "-it broke me because it must have been true."I looked at her speechlessly. I never understood women who cry over rotten men. I mean, instead of thanking God for their riddance, they bawl their eyes out. And no, I didn't know what she expected me to do with what she was telling me. I could surely harm that guy, but based on the previously explained concept, that'd only make her cry more. Or commit suicide. I didn't know to what extent that could reach."I just feel so lonely and lost without him, Romeo." She rambled on quietly and I pushed back the hair from my forehead. "I'm so so sorry, Romeo. I -just- feel terrible. I shouldn't have dragged in this."Hell, you shouldn't have.But of course, I didn't tell her that. I wanted her complete trust in me. I wanted her to allow herself to be vulnerable around me so that it'd become normal to ask her anything I wanted whenever.So I decided to be poetic.I sighed and sat next to her again. "It's okay. I understand what you're going through. It's not easy to lose someone whom you...loved." I said forcefully as I averted my gaze to the door.And I decided to take a risk too."I lost my 'was-soon-to-be' wife. She was killed-" I said slowly. "-in front of me. She carried our baby too." I said looking at the white fluffy carpet on the ground. "Yes. It's difficult to lose someone you loved. And yes, you do feel lost. But you get over it-" I then frowned and looked away.And I decided to gain her sympathy as well.She gently touched my forearm. "Oh, Romeo, I'm sorry."I looked at her and smiled halfheartedly. "I'm the one who's supposed to be comforting you."She chuckled before a final sniff, then got up and took a deep breath. "Okay Romeo, we have to go back to the party and stop acting like two depressed grandmas."I chuckled, raised my eyebrows and followed suit."I was thinking the same too." Yes, dammit. Enough of the sappy drama.She then pulled me out, back to the party.---Alexander's POV.I watched a stripper unclasp her bra as she grind on a pole, smoked my cigar and enjoyed the music in the background. The stripper then approached me and sat on my lap with her G-string. I laughed throwing my head back as she winked through her mask.I was about to pull down her bra completely, but she immediately got up, shaking her head playfully as her black curls followed. She went back up on stage.I then heard my phone ring. I looked down at it finding none other than Philip.He better had some good news. I answered the call."We found her. We found the girl you're looking for." He was panting the words out.I sat up. "Good. God, that's excellent! Did you get her?" I asked the most important question.The reply didn't come instantly. "No, but we will manage to follow her, now that we know who she is and what she looks like. I've already sent Ledger and Williams to keep an eye on her."I sighed. "Okay. Good. Just make sure you get her and bring her to me ASAP. And make sure you don't hurt her unless absolutely necessary.""Okay, sir. Oh and sir?" I heard some shuffling on the other side."Yes?" I said, watching Katy laugh at something I had no idea about."We also found a motel reservation with the name Julius Caesar. I think that's your son."I almost choked on the water I was drinking. "Really?! That's great.""But we're not sure if he's quite the one...yet," Philips added slowly and I nodded understandably."Then do the necessary to make sure it is him. And when you are sure, I want him beat for a lesson, but alive for me." I dictated easily with a smirk."Understood, sir.""Good job, Philip. You really never disappoint me." I chuckled lightly and could almost hear his heart swell with pride. He was always loyal to me."It's a pleasure, sir."I then hung up and dialled Augustus's number with a wide smile. Everything was going the way I wanted."Ayyeee, Daddy!" He was definitely drunk."Hello, Augustus," I said smiling."Sup, my old man?" Very drunk."I called to tell you that you don't need to look for the Julius guy anymore. And to delete the picture I sent you of him." I said slowly so that his messed up brain could make sense of what I was saying."Oh? Okay, I guess. I didn't even open it." He laughed."That's it?" I said raising my eyebrows, feeling my heart lift."Well, you asked for it. Ain't I getting at least a tiny share? Dad, I've been working my beautiful arse off and my soul is tired-" He started rambling, but I stopped him with a laugh."You can check your balance whenever, you'll find what you want, son.""Ooh! Daddy's in a good mood today-" He then stopped for a moment. "Wait- is that Katy I hear, laughing in the background?" He was referring to the stripper's name who by now had had her bra off."Aha." I laughed more. He was disbelievingly despicable."OH MY GOD, DAD, WITHOUT ME?" He bellowed playfully and I smiled."If you were here, we would be doing this together.""Okay. Fine. Tell me what she's doing so that I can imagine it." He pleaded and I shook my head grinning."No.""Dad! You're too old for that anyway! Consider your son's dire condition! Oh my God, Dad, you can't be serious." He was laughing himself."I'm hanging up on you," I said finally with a wide smile and was about to hang up when he shouted-"I LOVE Y-"I smiled cutting him off and returning my focus back on Katy.Today was a good day.***A/N: What do you think? That wasn't a very eventful chapter, but I was hoping it unravelled some personalities more and more. ;Love and adore all of you! 3
