Chapter 12
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Steven watched the girl as she made her way out of his office.
“Sh!t!”
He had never lost control like the way he did a few minutes ago. There was something about her that called out to him. But he had to remember not only that she was his son's ex-girlfriend but also that she was way younger than his fifty years old.
Running his hands through his hair, he felt like punching something or someone. His body was taut, demanding release, and he knew only the dark-haired girl would be the one to give it to him, something that was impossible. Walking to his cabinet, he reached for a glass and a bottle of Johnny Walker before he reached his desk. He poured himself a generous amount and swallowed it in one go. His eyes went to the screens on the wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. And he did. She wasn't hard to miss. He watched as she walked into one of the VIP booths. There were no cameras in there, so he couldn't see what was happening. A few seconds later, he watched her walk out, her bag and jacket with her. He frowned as he watched her make her way to the entrance alone.
He was up and out of the door before he could think about it. Even though this was a safe neighborhood, she was still alone. He made it out just in time to see her reach for her phone.
“Hey!” She exclaimed as he took her arm. “Steve?”
Steven could have smiled at the familiarity, but he was more angry, “Why are you leaving alone? Where is this friend of yours that you said you were with?”
He watched as her eyes became darker, “excuse you? Who do you think you are to ask me that?”
Two angry individuals were not going to solve anything. Steven shook his head, “I apologize. It's late at night, not safe to be alone.”
Sophia bit her lip, “I was about to call an Uber. I didn't want her to shorten her fun because of me.”
“Like I shortened yours?” Steven nodded. “Let me take you home.”
Sophia’s eyes widened at that, causing Steven to chuckle.
“I mean, take you to your house, drive you there. And take the opportunity to apologize for what happened earlier.”
Sophia was already shaking her head before Steven finished his sentence, “no, no. I am also to blame for that.” She looked around the area, “and I can easily find my way home. I don’t want to put you out of your way.”
“I offered, Sophia,” Steven’s voice left no room for argument. He stepped aside to let her precede him before following behind.
“Aah, I am not sure where I am supposed to go,” Sophia chuckled as she stopped and turned to him.
Steven smiled, “I was waiting to see where you were going to lead us. Come, my car is this way,” he turned and moved in the opposite direction of where Sophia was walking.
Sophia frowned, “so you drove coming to the club?”
Steven chuckled, “Yes. If you have not deduced it yet, I part own this place.”
Turning to him with wide eyes, she shook her head, “I would not have pictured you owning a club.”
They had reached a black Mercedes. Steven reached forward and opened the door for her, waiting for her to settle before he leaned towards her, “Oh? What did you picture me doing?”
“Being some big CEO of some business or something, in suits all day and arrogance from here to the moon.”
Steven smirked, “Of which I am that. This is what you young people call side hustles.” He closed the door before walking around the hood of the car to the driver’s seat. He got in and shot Sophia a glance. “Ready?”
Sophia nodded but kept quiet. She frowned after a few seconds of silence. The car was still off. “Why aren’t we going?”
Steven chuckled, “I know they say old people are all-knowing and all, but I would need your address so that I know where we are going.”
Sophia was thankful that the parking lot was dimly lit because she could feel the heat on her face, “shoot. Sorry!” She told him her address and sat back, watching Steven put the car into gear and pull out of the parking lot. As they were making their way, her phone started ringing.
Sophia felt Steven’s gaze even without turning to him. Glancing at the call name, she sighed, noticing it was one of her brothers.
“What?” She said as she connected the call.
“I swear, one of these days, I am going to drill some manners into you!”
Sophia rolled her eyes, “so not in the mood to argue with you, Morgan. What do you want?”
There was a slight silence in the back, “are you drunk?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“You are slurring your words, Sophia,” Morgan let out a string of curse words. “Where the hell are you?”
“None of your business,” Sophia replied. “If you have nothing important to say, I am just going to hang up right now.”
“Sophia,” Morgan hissed at her.
Sophia shook her head, trying to stop tears from falling. “It’s so surprising that all of a sudden you all know I exist. You keep calling me, coming to my place and sh!t, just because your poor little sister has had her heart broken. None of you had called me, texted me, or even sent an email or letter my way for the past six months. Y’all did not even notice when I stopped constantly asking about you. And now you want to be all up in my business?”
Morgan’s breath hitched, but he never said anything.
“Nothing to say now? I will be fine, just like I have been fine all this time without any of you. So please, stop calling me. It’s annoying!” Sophia disconnected the call and shoved the phone back into her bag. She turned away from Steven, blinking rapidly as she tried to control the tears that were threatening to fall. She was the child of the family, but she basically raised herself. She had always tried to keep in touch with her brothers, even when they ignored her. She would send messages asking how they were, call them, or email them. The best response would be a one word reply from them, if she was lucky. Most times, she would be connected to their assistants, who, after a time, became annoyed with her constant calls to her brothers, who seemed not to want to talk to her.
She had gotten the message loud and clear six months ago when she had tried calling Enzo, and his assistant answered the phone. Sophia had never really met the woman, only speaking to her on the phone. She had asked to speak to her brother and as usual was told he was busy. She had said her goodbyes, but before hanging up, she overheard the assistant asking her brother why he didn’t want to speak to her. So her brother hadn’t been busy at all; it was just that he did not have time to talk to the brat. That was the last time she had ever called any of them, and they never really noticed.
She was thankful that Steven did not say anything as they drove towards her apartment. She was emotionally exhausted and did not know how she would have reacted if he did.
Steven pulled the car to a stop on the curb of her apartment, “you are home.”
Sophia gazed at the building that she had called home for a long time but did not make any move to get out of the car.
Steven looked at her briefly before putting the car in gear and driving off.
“Where are you taking me?” Sophia asked, her voice low.
“Anywhere but here,” Steven replied as he drove off.
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