Replay Of Shades

02

CHASE

I was relieved to finally be able to put my iPad away once I was done with replying the necessary emails and now, I could allow my eyelids to flutter shut as I enjoyed my peace more that way.

Besides, I could never tell what was waiting for me at the dinner with my dad and Enid. It was better to enjoy it now before whatever drama was going to ensue during the dinner this evening. I seriously doubt if she would be any trouble, though, if dad had been honest in the report he gave me of her.

"I'll be pulling over to fill up the car now, boss." Robert informed me, bringing me out of my thoughts just then.

"Hm," I replied without opening my eyes. A moment later, he really did pull over, and I had heard the door on his side open and close back.

To say that I was shocked was an understatement, when I arrived at the airport in New York two days ago to a new car and an average height, middle-aged man who had introduced himself to me as my personal driver for the period of my stay here.

All my dad's doing. I wouldn't blame him for going a little too far with everything as he must be aware of how I could be.

My current stay in New York was for two reasons. One, on my dad's request, as he wanted me to meet with my stepsister, Enid, for the first time.

He also wanted me to stay over at his company, ONYX, which, according to him, wasn't doing so well for an excruciating period of three months when I had my own business to attend to.

Upon my arrival, he already made the penthouse he recently bought available for me in addition to providing a car and hiring a personal driver, who was to take me wherever that I wanted to be, all so that I could feel comfortable and not leave like I had intended to.

I knew he was only using his company as an excuse for me to stay behind considering the fact that he was the same person who had been running the company for years and had been able to deal with problems of such kind that the company had been faced with in the previous years.

I could tell that he had an ulterior motive, which might involve getting me to know Enid more or even bond.

In his wildest dreams, if she turned out to be a snob or if at all she was the slightest bit lousy.

The other reason for me coming was personal. I wondered if fate would be fair as to let me meet her again.

By her, I meant the girl that I met six years ago, and the thought of who had since then invaded my mind.

That night, while we talked, she refused to tell me who her family were but she had told me that she stayed in New York with them.

Despite that knowledge, I knew my chances of finding her were low, considering how I couldn't tell what she looked like due to a disorder that I had been suffering from since birth. I wouldn't wish prosopagnosia on anyone.

I could never forget what she smelt like, though. She'd smelt like white roses.

And there was also, her feathery voice- soothing and addictive.

I couldn't help thinking of the wonderful lady she must have grown to become, mostly in her twenties now.

The passionate kiss we shared that night and that which had resulted to even more had since then became a recurring dream, that which I couldn't seem to get rid of no matter how much I tried.

Maybe if I forget about her, the dreams would stop, but that proved to be the hardest thing to do, and it turned out I was deceiving myself when I thought that dating a few girls would help.