Callan Anders POV
"Dad I'm a grown ass man, I can make my own decisions. You can't rule over my life," I reply.
We are seated in his living room where he tries to convince me to attend tonight's business event.
"I know son, but attend and establish amities. This might lead to more business opportunities for our companies. At least, Do this for me," he implores.
"I'm sorry dad. I just can't," I decline.
"Nonsense!" He smashes the newspaper onto the glass table. "I already told everyone that you would attend tonight!"
Having given in, I place my thumb and pointer finger on my forehead in stress. When my father wants something done, then it has to be done. He doesn't take no for an answer.
"Fine, but only this once," I capitulate.
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Clad in a three piece suit, I check my image in the mirror once more before I pick up my phone. A message tub appears on the screen.
Valencia: I won't be able to make it baby. See you soon enough😘
Disappointment etches my features. She is supposed to be my date for tonight but as usual, she never comes through. I'm this close in breaking things off with her.
I decide to call her. The phone rings for a while until she finally picks up.
"Hi baby" she answers.
"What's the meaning of this?" I question in outrage.
"Yes darling, I got caught up in something. You need to understand," she responds in a remorseful tone.
"Understand? This isnt the first time you have declined Valencia. Everytime you did, I was okay with it. What more do you want? I'm going to go alone tonight. We haven't seen each other in a long time because you keep on making up excuses. Shit, I even have blue balls, reason being we don't have sex anymore," I scold.
"What the fuck do you want me to do? It's not my fault that everytime we plan on being together, something comes up," she yells.
"What the hell could be more important than being with your boyfriend? Your nail appointment?" I ask sarcastically.
"Fuck you," she curses.
I immediately hang up before I lose my temper and say something I might regret.
I sigh and make my way out of my room. After getting into the drivers seat of my car, I smash the door closed. I drive feeling demoralized. I would change my mind but I promised my dad I would go through.
Arriving at the event, I get out of the car.
"Callan". Someone pats my shoulder from behind. I recognize that voice. It's Mr Gabaldon, my father's associate.
"I didn't expect you to show up tonight seeing that it's rare that you attend events like this," he proceeds.
"Uh yea, I changed my mind". I pinch the nape of my neck.
"Well, you're not planning on standing out here for the rest of the night, are you? Let's go in," he insists.
We make our way in and he introduces me to other wealthy gentlemen.
The man chuckles. "So, you must be thee Callan Anders. I've heard so much about you". He squeezes my hand tightly as I try to release myself from his grip. After letting go, I stare at my hand and flex it, trying to relieve the pain.
Mr Vaughn is one of the biggest in the game and is my fathers competitor. My father wishes to do business with him and acts like a 13 year old with a crush around him. I had to be on Mr Vaughn's good side in order to achieve that, which meant I had to laugh at every single joke he thew in that wasn't funny.
From my peripheral view, I espy somebody staring at me from a distance. I turn my head and lock eyes with a lady who then inadvertently knocks down the stacked wine glasses.
She walks out in a hurry after apologizing.
The entire night, I kept a wide fake smile, when in actual I was hurting deep inside. I didn't want to be here but I had to pretend like I did. After thinking about the heated argument I had with Valencia earlier on, I felt exhausted so I decided to leave.
I walk out, heading for my car. I get in and drive off. 20 minutes later, I arrive at my house and park my car. I need to freshen up so I hit the shower to relieve some tension.
After being done, I wrap my towel around my waist and head out of the bathroom when I catch sight of a foreign figure in my room staring at my photo. Who the fuck is that?
I head over to her and ask, "excuse me, who are you?"
She turns around to face me but the photo frame in her hand drops and shatters on the ground.
Jesus Christ.
She is short and brown in complexion. She's the girl that knocked down the wine glasses back at the event.
She doesn't respond as she's too busy oogling at my chest.
"Hello, my eyes are up here. I asked you a question, what are you doing in my house?" I question.
She stutters.
"Wait here, I'm going to call the cops," I say as I make my way to the night stand to grab my phone but when I look back, I find no one in sight. She is gone.
I rush down the stairs trying to chase after her but I don't see her anywhere in sight. I march outside towards Maverick, the guard in vexation.
"Did you see a lady pass by?" I question him.
"Yes," he responds.
"How the fuck could you let her get in and leave, she's a tresspasser!" I yell.
"Sir, she said she was your girlfriend," he says.
"What?" I say to myself.
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The next morning, I have a conversation with my sister, Sadie in the living room.
"So, you're telling me that a random girl walked into your house and snooped through your room?" She questions.
"Yes. I don't know how she got in," I say confoundedly.
"What did she look like? Did you ask for her name?" She inquires.
"Curvy. I asked but she didn't tell me her name. Im worried she might come back again," I reply.
"Why would a lady do that?" Sadie ask's. "I'm worried about your safety. It's crazy how strangers are making their way into your house. She could have been a killer for all we know. We need to recruit more security so this doesn't happen again".
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