“Well…well, Sebastian how are you this fine afternoon?” Sebastian looked and saw Richard when he heard the voice laced with sarcasm. He rolled his eyes when he saw him walking towards him and Luke.“What the hell is he doing here?”“Uh…I kind of told him where we are.” Luke said, his voice trailing off as he avoided eye contact with Luke."What?" Sebastian exploded, his eyes widening in disbelief."You told him where we are? Luke, what were you thinking?"Luke shuffled his feet, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "I just thought...maybe you guys can see and talk. He called me last night and told me that he wanted to talk to you about something and so I thought maybe you guys could see and discuss.”“Oh, because you think we are gonna sit down and act like friends huh?” Sebastian scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.“We ended anything between us the moment this asshole slept with my ex wife and then threatened me that I should stay away from her.This friendship ended the moment you
“Erica! Scott is here!”Her father called out downstairs.Erica, engrossed in the world of her phone, was roused by the sound of her father’s voice echoing up the staircase.One of the maid came and knocked at her bedroom door.A sharp rap on the door jolted Erica from her digital reveries, her head snapping up to catch sight of one of the household’s maid dressed in crisp, white uniform.“Miss Erica? Your father said that Mr. Scott is here to see you.”The maid’s words caused a discomfort within Erica as she didn’t want to see Scott. Scott was her father’s ideal man he wants her to marry after she’s done with school, but she’s not interested in him even though he was tall, handsome, sexy and has a gorgeous smile that can captivate anything, bust she wasn’t entice by those features."Ugh,I really don't want to see him," she mumbled to herself, forcing her thoughts back into focus.The last thing she needed was a confrontation with Scott while still clad in her pajamas.After a quick
~At Dinner~“Erica, Scott told me what happened when he came over this morning to see you. He informed me that you were rude to him.Why sweety?” her father asked, as he dropped his fork while they were eating.Erica tensed, her jaw clenching as she fought to keep her temper in check.“Rude?Rude is calling someone a stalker after they’ve politely asked you to leave them alone.” she retorted, glaring at her father across the table.Her father's brow furrowed in confusion."A stalker?Erica, that's an awfully harsh accusation to make. Scott's a good man, from a good family. You'd be lucky to have him as your husband."Erica's eyes flashed with defiance. "I don't want him as my husband, Dad!I’m not some prize to be won in a contest.” Erica continued, slamming her fork down onto the table.“I’m not a possession to be traded off for some political alliance or business opportunity. I’m a human being, and I deserve to be treated as such.”Her father's face darkened, his expression hardenin
Erica was in her room preparing for her trip back to school. When she heard a soft knock on the door.She knew it was her father, but she intentionally ignored the knock.The soft rapping on the door continued, insistent and yet tentative at the same time. Erica tried to concentrate on folding her last pair of socks, but the knock kept distracting her.“Erica, sweetheart,” her father called from the other side of the door.“Can we talk for a minute?”Erica remained silent, willing her hands to keep moving. If she didn’t respond, maybe her father would go away.But her father didn’t go away. Instead, he gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room.“I know you’re upset with me,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.“I just want to talk to you, Erica. Please.”Erica’s jaw clenched, her frustration boiling over. “What is there to talk about?You made your decision without even asking me.”Her father’s shoulders slumped, and he nodded. “You’re right.“I didn’t handle this well,”
As the plane’s engine slowed down to a stop, Erica’s thoughts raced faster than ever.“Who could it be? Who would send such a threatening message?” she wondered, fear and uncertainty mingling in a toxi cocktail in her mind.With trembling fingers, she re-read the message, hoping again hope that the words had somehow changed since she’d last read them.But no, the message remained the same.Once the seat belt sign was off, Erica was out of her seat and making a beeline for the nearest exit.As Erica walked through the airport terminal, she was in a daze, barely registering the bustling crowds or the announcements over the loudspeakers.All she could think about was that mysterious message. It didn’t make any sense! How could someone know about her and Sebastian?With each step, a million questions swirled in her mind. Should she tell Sebastian about the message?What if it was just some crazy person with a twisted sense of humor? Or worse, what if it was true?Finally, Erica made outsi
Erica followed Sebastian into the mall, trying her best to push away the concerns that lingered in her mind.She didn’t want to ruin the evening, but the message seemed to hang over her like a dark cloud, threatening to drench her with its implications.She trailed behind Sebastian as he made his way to the grocery store, his hands casually in his pockets.He seemed so carefree, so oblivious to the weight that pressed down on Erica’s shoulders.As they walked through the aisles, Sebastian loaded up the cart with a variety of foods: fruits, meats, vegetables, and even some bottles of wine.Erica’s brow furrowed as she watched him.“Sebastian…” she started, her voice tentative. “Why are you buying so much food?”Sebastian turned to her, his expression still relaxed.“Well, I was thinking we could have a little dinner at my place tonight.” he replied.“Just to celebrate our relationship. Just the two of us. I thought you might like the idea.”Erica wasn’t feeling up to dinner, but she di
“What is it, Erica?” he asked, his voice tense.“Is everything okay?”Sebastian’s brow furrowed, the tenderness in his expression fading into a look of concern.Erica swallowed hard, the truth catching like a lump in her throat.“No.Everything’s not okay,” she began.Erica bit her lip, searching for the right words.“I...I got a message today,” she began, her voice trembling slightly.“It was...not good.”Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “What kind of message?” he asked, his tone turning serious.Erica took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she was about to have.“It was a message from someone...warning me to stay away from you,” she said, her eyes not meeting Sebastian’s.“They said that you were ‘theirs’ and that I should stay away or else they’d make my life a living hell.”Sebastian sat back, his face a mask of confusion and shock. “What?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.“Let me see the text message.” he requested. Erica handed her phone over
Sebastian brought a board out and took a marker and began writing somethings on it.Erica sat down and looked at what he was writing.“So….we have Mark as one of our possible suspect.” he said, as he wrote Mark’s name on the board.Erica leaned forward, her keen eyes focused on the board as Sebastian scrawled the suspect’s name.She sighed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.“Mark’s a piece of work, but even he’s not dumb enough to make himself look this guilty, right? Unless he’s trying to throw us off the scent.”Sebastian tapped the marker against his teeth, his expression serious.“Or maybe someone is using him as a shield. The person who is behind all these might not want us to know they are behind it, and so they push Mark in front to make him the prime suspect to take the fall.”Erica’s eyes widened as she considered Sebastian’s theory. “That would make sense.We know Mark’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but someone with half a brain could easily use him