Just One Night

Find and Fix her

Chapter -11

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Find and fix her

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Daniel

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Filled with guilt, I still think of her. Funny, second by second I am able to understand Alicia. Did she betray me because she was in love?

Is she still in love with him?

No. Why would she be so hopelessly into marrying me?

Whatever. But again I lost the name of a mysterious woman.

Did I blow it?

Is an individual supposed to be this heartless like her? She doesn't even want to give her name.

I sit on the edge of my bed thinking. She is right. I am getting married. And betraying Alicia.

"But you don't even want to fight for me. " I say to myself. I release and run out of my house. Too late. There is no sign of her. She left.

I come inside my haven. The place that would soothe me and vanquish all the worries at other times now doesn't help. It's strange.

How sad? Again I don't even know her name. Well, it seems like I don't even know her which in fact is true but I thought like it. I am definitely going crazy.

I clutch my hair, pull at them, and blow air to calm my runny mind.

Alright. Technically, I don't know her. She is strange. She had a lot of things in her mind and based upon that she made up her mind. She left.

Daniel, get over it. She left.

And Alicia is waiting for me.

I sigh.

I should probably get ready and leave. I get up and mindlessly begin to dress up. Crazy. My shirts last button doesn't get to the hole. I am messing with it. I adjust the buttons of the shirts and then realize I am wearing light blue pants and a blue shirt. No shirt deserves this combination.

I throw the shirt and pick a black one. I make sure I do my buttons properly. At the same time thinking of her leaving just like that. After hot s*x.

Damn her.

I wear my Armani shoes and picking up my keys head out.

My head wanders and I look at the New security system which my mother got installed just a few days ago as I head towards the door. I was angry and accused her of trying to intervene in my privacy and independence. Well, I am thankful to her for once.

An idea comes up. But don't I need to somewhere?

A few minute's delays won't kill Alicia. But it might make me a crazy baboon for sure. I open my laptop lying on my table.

My mystery woman comes on my screen. I smirk before taking a screenshot and mailing it to my secretary.

I take out my iPhone and call her to make sure this work isn't put off for later.

"Rita. Did you find my email?"

When she is positive, I tell her, " I want you to find everything about her Asap. And remember it's very, very private. Keep it between us."

"Will be done."

Now I will know her. Closely.

I smile at nothing for a moment before heading out for real this time.

It takes me half an hour to reach Alicia. She is marvelously dressed in a peach body-hugging piece, reaching far up her knees and far below her breasts. She is showing off her impressive between her perky breasts and her slender midriff gives her perfect curves a double play. She looks beautiful.

"Hey, babe." She jumps up on me after letting me gave her overall look, enclosing my neck in her weak arms on her toes. I hold her waist to steady both of us.

"Hi. " I reply. She looks at me and smiles. I can trace a disappointment in it. Of course, I would too had I been in her place.

"You look nice., " she mumbles.

"Thank you." I smile and instantly think of how soft we both have come to treat each other. This week gradually made me talk to her properly. It's not that I have forgotten of the reason we separated earlier. It's just that it's tough to be in anger and frustration all the time. I have to calm down to think properly and have a peace of mind with a parent like mine. And Derek has tuned to almost different channels. From an annoying asshole to ultra depressing w***e. It's him who put me into a lot of situations of attending several functions or the reunion of two families when I was busy searching for 'her.' Bit by bit I let go of my angry facet and almost all of my tiny respect in the gutter.

"So we head out?"

She smiles and answers, " yes, please."

I lead and open the door for her. She stops midway, holding the other side of the door and smiling at me.

"Do you want to tell me something, dany?" She asks.

Ok. I know what to say.

"Yes," I say flashing my false smile, " you look, beautiful darling."

"Thank you, babe, " She leans down and kisses me in the f*****g lips.

Damn the lips that had seen heavens just this morning.

My mind has wandered for the entire journey about certain aspects of life. Existence. Strangely, I agree we are all in metamorphosis. I don't want to end up like Gregor Samsa.

What is wrong with me today?

Am I really comparing myself with Samsa? I am not into a crisis of that kind. Or am I?

Fuck it.

It would great if I get the woman I really love. Be it Alicia, or her.

Will it be Alicia?

Well weighing this side, considering the wedding cards that are being printed and mystery woman's arrogance, she seems to be it.

"You are going crazy Daniel. Put it together, " I mumble to myself.

"Did you say something?" Alicia asks.

"No. I am just. Distracted. So did you like the collection in there? " I ask her.

Amazingly, she replies to what I am grateful to.

"Yes. Actually, I did like them. I didn't have high hopes considering the last job but they surprised me. " and she goes on and on.

"Dany," she touches my arm.

"Yes, " I face her.

"Please look forward. I was just asking what did you like most of all?" She asks.

I am damned.

I scan my memory for the color with Alicia's face to confirm it. Damn, I am confused. Did she try something pink? And blue? She has a habit of picking a lot of them. I try my arrow.

"I liked the pink one. It suits you. " I say looking at the cars before me.

"Oh, yes. Me too. " she holds my arm and says, " I hope to dress in it for you soon."

"Nice. I would like that." I smile.

The rest of the drive passes by in a little of this and that and most of the unnecessary flirtation and remarks.

I drop her back at home. Luckily, we had to cancel the date we were to have. She seriously has a lot of things to do before the D- day.

She leans into me and that's when I can't pretend anymore. I turn my head and act of looking in a mother direction just at the moment.

"Jesus, you need to trim those. Your Gardner isn't going his job it seems." I babble and step towards the plants.

"I reckon." She mumbles in sadness.

I turn towards my car saying, "I should probably work. "

She waves me with a sorrowful look in her eyes. I give her a smile and ride away.

At these moments, I think about it all. What are we getting int? Them I go blank.

I become ignorant and stop thinking about it all.

But the one thing that has gotten back of my mind for a moment comes up.

What is delaying you, Rita?

I take out my phone and curse myself. I had put it in silence as it went off a lot while Alicia tried on the dresses. So I had put it on silent upon her request. Rita tried to contact me three times.

I find a mail. I know what it is.

I can tell with the sudden euphoria that has emancipated in me to lighten up my world. Damn.

I am mostly happy about having what I was denied.

Her identity.

I blow a breath before I click to open the mail.

Sarah Cole.

Age: 28 years.

Unemployed at present. Fired at Newyork times, morning wink, and RNT.

She previously worked at Candle publishing house. Resigned within three months.

Approached various other magazines, publishing houses, and media houses and got rejected.

High morale, strong judgment, and utterly frank attitude are said to be the reason.

Living with a male roommate from few days, Carlson Simone. Works as a manager in a restaurant c*m coffee shop, Le cafe.

Carlson Simone.

"You better be nothing, " I say and make up my mind to show up at her door.

But damn, this woman is homeless, jobless, and probably broke. Hell.

I almost feel rage at all the firms and houses that have denied her a job.

I go out and search for the articles and blogs in the name of Sarah cole.

I open one with the headline 'Devils teeth.'

I won't bow down against the man of rough and famished stature. My life is bitter and the lemons that are bestowed to me, can't shake me. Even not when I can't squeeze them to make Lemonade. I will vanquish but I won't bow down. And pleasure you, the demon to find rejoice and comfort in my state. f**k you. And your dogmas.

"Damn you are good," I chuckle.

Such talent in waste.

"Not anymore. You will work with me now on, " I rejoice.

I call back my assistant to publish an advertisement of vacancy for an anticipated appointment.

If she doesn't want to give her name, I will make her give it to me. And damn, I will prove to her what she has tagged me of being.

Oh yes, I am privileged, spoilt and asshole billionaire.

"You will see, Sarah Cole."