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2271 Words
Shawn Crest.
I throw my phone sideways, landing on the bed, as I pick up my laptop, to trace Fiona's phone.
It is clear that she is in danger, and it is absolutely useless to call her back, asking where she is, considering her present state.
It has never been so, to track Fiona's phone before, and doing this now, is damn frustrating, all because of the f*****g encryption on her phone.
Why Fiona?
I wonder why, an encryption as strong as this, would be placed on a common phone. Unless there's something more to it. But, now is definitely not the time for me to think about that.
Even though, I do not have feelings towards Fiona, it doesn't mean I'll like her to be harms way, I'll do whatever I can to help her.
The encryption takes longer to break, than I envisaged, as it kills me knowing that Fiona is out there at a time like this, and unsafe. Finally, I break the encryption, as i sigh heavily in relaxation, after the sprightly moving, of my fingers on the keypad.
I put on my clothes, while waiting for her location to be known.
Eastern bridge.
Could this get any worse?
Eastern bridge, that place is known for the repetitive happenings on attacks, robbberies, kidnappings and all various sought of harmful activities.
What the hell is Fiona doing at Eastern bridge?
I pick up my car keys and phone, as I dial, that jerk of her father, Simon, but he doesn't pick.
Idiot.
If not for his daughter, does he envisage I'll ever call him. I call again, but he doesn't respond, so I call Talia. On the fourth ring, she picks.
"Shawn?" Her voice, comes husky and sleepy.
"Fiona is in danger." I speak, skipping all other courtesies.
"What?" Talia responds, her voice becoming afraid. "How? Where is she?" Talia asks, as I hear simon's voice from behind.
"Shawn, where is she and how do you know this?" Simon speaks, cowering Talia's voice.
"Seriously Simon, is this the time to ask this. Would I lie to you that your daughter is in danger, to get what? Maybe if you had been better at parenting, she would have called you first." I tell him. I only said what I did, to get at Simon. No doubt, he does everything Fiona wants, and I don't give a s**t about his parenting. He tries to say something, but I cut him off. "But this isn't the time. She called me some minutes ago. She's at Eastern bridge." I continue.
"How the hell is she even there?" He asks, while I hear him giving orders.
"I should be asking you. Anyways, I'm going to contact the cops right now, and I'll be going there with my bodyguards, you can meet me there, if you hurry." I say, then hung up.
I quickly contact the cops, and ask them to be there, while I be on my way. Their boss, Walter, asks me to stay behind, while they handle it, but I refuse.
It would be foolish of me, to go before the cops and just with my bodyguards, no doubt, we have arms, because as a billionaire, you never know who is targeting you.
Seven of my bodyguards, follow me, as we drive to Fiona.
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"How are you feeling?" I ask Fiona, whose head holds a bandage, and her hand bruised.
When we got to Eastern bridge, the police had already gotten there. They met Fiona sprawled on the bare road, with doors of her car opened. She was unconscious, by the time we all got there, and any shadow of who had attacked her, had been long gone.
Simon is with the cops, getting all leads on anyone who was present at such incident, while Talia, is with the doctor.
I have no idea, what Fiona was doing in such a place at a time like that, and she was extremely lucky, that she hadn't been made worse. She lays on the hospital bed, with tubes and needless connected to her arm.
"I'm doing better,"she says, her voice still a little bit sore. "Thank you Shawn, I don't know what would have been my situation, if you hadn't picked up. Thank you." She places her hands on mine.
"It's nothing, I'm just glad, you're fine now," I tell her, nodding in response. "I'll be leaving soon, alright? I'll be back to check up on you." I tell her, and she accepts.
I take that as my cue to leave, when she stops me. "You didn't ask, what I was doing there, or, is that how much you really want nothing to do with me?" Fiona speaks, and I turn back at her.
Not now, please.
My head was already killing me, from the lack of sleep and stressful nights I've been going through, continuously. It is already all over the news, about Fiona's incident.
Who even gave those reporters information?
Well, she's a mogul's daughter.
"Fiona, let's not do this here. Get well, and recover, that's the most important thing." I speak.
"So I'm right then. You really have no interest in me," she says again.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I didn't ask what the hell you were doing there, because I f*****g believe you are smarter than that, than to be in a place like that. I also didn't ask because, I will not pokenose into your business, without you wanting to tell me." I say, stern at her. "We all have secrets Fiona, and we both know, I would never believe any silly excuse, as of why you were there, and which we both know you won't tell me the real reason," I speak frankly.
"Shawn... " she starts but I cut her off.
Yes, I accept, even if I never confessed to Fiona, she is a damn beautiful and attractive woman, and no man, wouldn't find it hard to resist her. But being with a woman like her, where you both would be keeping secrets from each other, is something I just can't do.
"I care about you, and you know that, so, let's not make it more complicated than it already is. You want me to ask about what you were doing there, I won't, honestly. But, even if we do things we're not proud of, we should at least be careful. That's what I have to say," I tell her, knowing and seeing that my words hurt her, but she knows they're the truth.
"I will always tell you the truth, because, if I don't, then I don't have any respect for you. But I do. So please, try to take care of your skeletons, without getting hurt." I come closer to her, seeing her watch me and not saying anything.
I place a kiss on her temple, gazing at her one last time, before I proceed to leave, but not before she speaks again. "As hard and painful as your words sting, you're the only man, that actually tells me the truth, at how bitter it is, and not try to sugarcoat it." she pauses, then chuckles. "And then, you tell me not to fall for you." she ends, as I close my eyes shut, all while backing her.
Why Fiona? Don't make me do this, please.
Don't.
I stay quiet, not replying to anything she says, then leave finally.
Don't fall for me, Fiona.
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I get back home, relieved that today is Sunday, and I don't have to go to the office. I pull out my clothes, before going to take a long shower.
After that, I reach down for lunch, seeing it's already 2 in the afternoon. It's astonishing, how time seem to fly, considering, I have spent half my today with Fiona.
My phone in my hand, as I scroll over messages and emails, sent from Kaitlin, and when I'm done, I decide to call Bonnie.
Her line rings, but she doesn't pick, so I call again, this time she picks on the second ring.
"Hello," she answers, through the phone, while I get mesmerized by her voice.
"Hello, Bonnie. How are you doing?" I ask, stirring my cutlery around.
"I'm fine, thank you. Sorry I didn't pick earlier, I dropped my phone, far away from me," She apologizes.
"That's fine." I say.
"How are you doing?" she asks, as I stop stirring.
"I'm good, thank you. How's Nico?" I speak again. Bonnie stays silent, for a while before she replies.
"Nico's doing fine. How was your day?" she asks, instantly changing the conversation, to which I observe.
"Well, my day was alright, been awake since, practically yesterday," I inform her.
It's surprising to see, how I'm chasing after a woman, who isn't sure yet about her feelings towards me, whereby, someone else is literally begging, for me to just have a little bit of affection towards her.
"Really? Why so? You couldn't sleep?" Bonnie asks, while I get up, as soon as Dave, my head of security, comes in.
"Not that I couldn't, a friend of mine, got attacked early this morning, at Eastern bridge," I tell her. This is honestly not me. Describing to someone how my day literally went, but sincerely, it feels good.
Dave stays in stance, not interrupting me, as he waits.
"Oh my God. Are they alright?" she says, with sympathy.
"Yeah, she's fine now." I tell her, and she sighs in relief. "Bonnie?" I call, and she answers through the phone. "I have to go now, I have something to attend to, I just wanted to check up on you," I speak.
"Thank you Shawn, that's very nice of you." she replies.
"It's nothing. Also, I wanted to ask if you'd be free, to go out with me on Tuesday?" I ask, putting a hand up for Dave, meaning, to give me a minute.
"Tuesday?" she asks, and I reply. "I don't think I can on Tuesday, Mr Vuitton has me working late, with my team on the latest development, through out this week, so I'm not so sure. I'm sorry." she says, and I feel my hopes sink down, a bit.
"That's alright, we could always reschedule."
"Of course. Thank you for understanding," she says sweetly.
"Anytime. Talk to you later, Bonnie." I utter.
"Okay, Shawn. Have a nice day." she says and I hang up. The way my name sounds from her lips, makes me go wild, makes me feel like melodies are being sang in my head. Even though, we may not get to see this week, I could still always talk to her.
I've never been so happy about, cellphone technology.
I compose myself, turning my attention back to Dave. "Sir, you have, Stacy waiting for you," Dave speaks.
"Since when has she been here?" I ask, taking a water bottle from the fridge.
"About 10 minutes sir." he answers, and I almost curse. I could have snapped at Dave, as of why he didn't tell me earlier, but I do know I was on a call, and he couldn't interrupt, without a go ahead from me.
"Send her in." I order and he leaves. Stacy is an ex agent at MI6, who then later on served in the army, before retiring, and also a good friend of mine.
"Stacy!" I call, the instant she walks in. "I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. I was on a call," I explain.
"Of course, you're always on a call," she says, as we both chuckle. " It's good to see you again Shawn," I walk closer to her, as we hug.
"How have you been? It's been a while," I ask, gesturing her to take a seat.
"I'm sure, you didn't bring me all the way from France, to ask me how I am," she states, more like a question. "Either ways, I'm doing fine, as you can see," She jokes and we chuckle again.
She hasn't changed!
I knew Stacy at my early twenties, when my father died, and we thought someone was behind it. Mother, employed Stacy to look through it, but it was all null. My father, died a natural death.
"You're right." I admit. "I called you here, because someone is embezzling money from my company," I tell her, as she c***s an eyebrow.
"Really? The mighty Shawn Crest, being stolen from. That's new, and you haven't caught he or she?" she asks, crossing her legs.
"Believe me, I'm on it. Now the person I suspect and know it is for sure, I just don't have any concrete proof against him, yet. That, is the reason I brought you here," I continue.
I may not care what Fiona is up to, but I do care, what Simon does. Fiona knows so well, that we can't be together, because I can't be in a relationship, based on lies and secrets, and knowing Fiona, she has her secrets and so do i, and I am not ready to and will not be ready, to tell her about my secret.
You're one to talk Shawn, what are you doing to Bonnie.
With Bonnie it's different, because I plan to tell her, later in the future.
"So what do you want me to do?" she asks.
"I want you, to put an eye on him, where ever he goes, I want to know, and whoever he associates with," I speak.
"And, who is this person?" she asks, releasing her legs and sitting closer to the edge.
"I want to know everything, Simon wassier does"
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