Empress? Why does that sound familiar?

Chapter Four: Measurments

I stepped inside the car with Fred and he immediately exploded.

"OH MY GOD SINCE WHEN DID YOU TALK TO CEO OF O.B.E.L.I.A?!"

"My ears!" I screamed and smacked his head.

"Sorry- sorry- BUT SINCE WHEN DID YOU KNOW HIM!?" Fred asked again.

I glared him.

"Well even tho it's none of your business. I met him just now. And CEO of what?" I rubbed my face out of exhaustion.

"Oh my god- I'll let Jess handle you. How could you NOT know him?"

"Jess knows him too?"

"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS!"

"STOP FUCKING SHOUTING!"

When we got to their place. After hugging my friend and cooing at her swollen belly and I'm being a godmother to a boy. Then red explained who he saw and well-

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU NOT KNOW HIM?!"

"WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING TODAY?!" I covered my ears as Jess exploded.

"HOW?! EVEN IF YOU DID GO INTO A COMA, HE'S BEEN KNOWN EVERY SINCE HE AS 23! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST 12 YEARS?!"

"DOING WORK AND SHIT SO CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHO HE IS?!"

Jess took out her laptop and violently typed down something. She then showed me a picture-

"What the fuck- that was the CEO?" I said in surprise.

"YES!" Fred and Jess yelled in sync.

My jaw dropped.

The O.B.E.L.I.A CEO of the most famous jewelry industries in the world. They own hundreds of mines across the world and have access to the most beautiful and rare gems, crystals, diamonds and jewels.

"Oh my god." I sat down. The realization hitting me.

"Give her a minute to process it, babe. Pass me the mustard." Jess said as she ate a fired chicken wing.

I did see a few posters, billboards and. Magazines of him but other times it was always about his company.

"How did I miss that?"

"Don't you know?! He's the CEO of O.B.E.L.I.A jewelry industry!"

"The sexiest man! Look he's on every magazine!" Jess added. Fred looked at her, annoyed.

"Seriously?"

"What? It's a fact." Jess took out a magazine and showed-

Claude De Alger Obelia. Again this name is familiar-

Fuck this headache.

He's hot, I can't deny that.

"Well shit." I smacked my forehead.

"Dumbass." Jess snickered.

"Fuck off."

Later one for the next four days was me and Jess baby shopping, picking out names ideas, getting the room ready, etc.

Me and Fred were in the middle of painting the walls sky blue and creamy corn yellow. Both of us were in old clothes that we didn't wear often anymore so if paint got on it, it wouldn't matter.

I was scared fully drawing birds and leaves on the dry sky blue wall. Whilst doing so I heard my phone ring a message-

DING