First Love

Chapter 3- I Want Revenge

At a lone house in Austin.

"Malcolm, we need to talk" a middle age man with glasses walked into the dark study with his hands in his pocket. His looks were ordinary but he couldn't be described as ugly, there were faint traces of grey hair on his dark black hair. He was tall and chubby.

"What about?" a calm voice filled the room, it was a little hoarse because he had been silent for a while. The owner of the voice couldn't be seen as the study was dark but there was a faint silhouette of a man sitting down. He was tall and slender.

"Don't play dumb, I know you were at a bar last night, with a girl too." The middle age man looked around "it's 10 in the morning, why is this place so dark?" He turned on the light and stared at the other person, his face red with anger.

The man in the room wore all black, covering his skin. His black hair covered his eyes. He was looking down at his fingers placed on the desk. He pressed his thin lips and looked up at the middle age man, revealing his dark brown eyes. "So?"

"What do you mean 'so?' Do you know how I found out! Don't you care about your reputation? A paparazzi actually took pictures of you carrying an unconscious girl!"

"Philip, I trust you've taken care of it, why're you here?" Malcolm said without lifting his head.

Philip gritted his teeth in anger, "I am your manager, it is my job to protect your reputation and I can't do that with you going about ruining it. I may have bought the pictures from the paparazzi but what about eye witnesses? You're not usually like this. Who's the girl?"

"It's Veronica" he looked up at Philip to see his expression.

"She's back? Did you go there to see her? Wait! Why was she unconscious? Oh my god! Did you drug her?" Philip stared wide eyed at him.

He had never seen the girl before, he only heard bits and bits of Malcolm's love life from his friends. He has only ever had one girlfriend, twice. It was too complicated to wrap his head around.

Malcolm's lips couldn't help twitching, "it was all a coincidence, I didn't even know she was back. I went to the bar to meet someone and found her there" he did not want to say much.

Phew! Philip sighed in relief, he wiped the nonexistent sweat on his forehead. "So, how do you feel, I-I mean about her return?" he stuttered, watching him.

"I feel nothing, why're you so bothered? We all knew she was going to show up sooner or later" he looked down at his slender fingers.

"It's all good then, I'll leave you be" Philip said as he left the room. He had ominous feeling. He didn't believe Malcolm would just 'let her be', since it's Vee, he'll definitely want her back.

Malcolm watched as Philip left the room. She started it anyway, she'd have to pay for what she did. I don't want her love anymore, I want revenge. He looked sinister as he took a pen from his pocket and stab the desk. He stood up, left the study and locked the door.

His brown eyes were suddenly dull and he looked downcast. He went ahead to the visitors room and found Philip, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"I have contracts with other singers that wants to collaborate with you, do well to sign them" Philip said ignoring his question.

Malcolm's house was secluded and he lived alone. Philip and the housekeeper were the only people with the house keys other than himself.

"Have you gotten Perry to be in my music video?" Malcolm hit him with another question.

Philip looked down with disappointment, "no, not yet"

Malcolm looked at him with dissatisfaction, "what's the point of you being here if you can't even do that?!"

"He's just a dancer, we can find another" Philip looked down at his feet. He wanted to work with Perry and he of all people knew Perry's influence on the audience more than anyone else. He sigh, "I just don't get why he won't take this opportunity to keep his fame soaring" he whispered to himself.

Malcolm heard him and said, "it's probably because Veronica doesn't want him to" he squinted his eyes in disdain.

Philip was confused, "what do you mean? How does this relate to her again?" He scratched his head, having a hard time understanding.

"They're best friends" he replied calmly but he was obviously angry about something as he clenched his fist tight.

"So we just need to talk to her and..."

"I don't want anything to do with her" his voice was cold sending a chill down Philip's spine.

He gulped, "we'll find someone else then"

"There's no need for that, I'll convince her myself" he walked out of the room. "Close the door when you leave" he went up the stairs, took his phone from his pants pocket and searched a number.

You just said you didn't want anything to do with her. Philip looked up as he had a bad premonition.