The Urban Princesses: Aurora

Chapter 6

Phillip's POV

"Dad, will you stop?" I grumbled.

"I bet she is beautiful. If she is as beautiful as her mother, she is a keeper."

"Horace," My mom said in a stern voice.

I prodded my steak, making blood seep out of it. Why couldn't she just tell me her name? Why couldn't I just have her number? Why couldn't I just forget about her? I had come across so many other attractive girls that were completely available to me, willing to shave their heads for me, and I come across one girl that I actually like and I can't even get her name.

Opal Acres.

I had repeated in my head over and over, not wanting to forget. Even if I never found her again, I would always feel connected to her.

A sickening thought hit me.

What if she didn't like me back? What if she didn't tell me her name because she didn't like me? She had called me smoking hot, but what if she didn't like hot boys? Who didn't like hot boys?

"Phillip,"

"Huh?"

"Steven is going to pick up Audrey, come with us."

I couldn't stand this Audrey talk anymore.

I shot out of my seat. "No."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Excuse me?"

"Dad, you can't force me to love someone. I don't care about Audrey and I don't want to be here. I want to go back to boarding school, back to Chicago."

"Phillip-" My mom started, but she didn't finish because I was bolting out of the room.

I grabbed the keys to the helicopter and made my way to the roof.

Just one more time before I was forced to be nice to some rich girl. Just one more time.

You are probably thinking, "You can't drive a helicopter! You're seventeen!" Yes I can, I learned when I was fourteen. My dad regretted it. I fly all over and don't come home until morning. I would stay out longer if it meant finding this girl.

Adventure here I come.

***

Margaret's POV

"I swear, you're completely useless. All these years and you've been looking for a baby?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"You're fired," I grumbled as I put my head in my hands. "Get out of my office.

He snorted and shuffled out. I reclined back in my chair. "Ron!"

My scrawny employee rushed into the room. "Yes, Ms. Malley."

"Please give me good news." Steven's daughter would be back anytime now, and I wanted to be there when she got back.

"Steven's private jet came in a few hours ago. I assume it's her."

I grinned. "I have been waiting for this for sixteen years, it almost seems surreal."

He grinned back. "It does, miss."

I stood from my chair. "Get my car, Ron, I'm going to visit the child."

***

Steven never closed up the tunnels.

One of the smartest constructors in the world, and he doesn't think to close up the underground tubes that could fit an army. Come on.

Getting in was too easy, the tubes opened up into a sewer in his massive cellar.

"Are you sure we won't get caught?" Ron said shakily.

"Stop worrying, I have a plan." I climbed up the ladder leading into the basement. Water heaters and pipes whirred throughout the cellar, this was the powerhouse of Steve's multi million dollar mansion. I just wanted to touch everything, rip open the cap to the water heater, slash the ventilation pipes, set his gasoline system on fire, but that was for a different day.

Ron and I made our way up the stairs soundlessly into the kitchen. Nobody tried to stop us, they just assumed we were clients or servants. We snuck up the back stairs, nobody.

Steve knew who I was, he just didn't know who I am. We were high school best friends, we always dreamed of owning a business together, and that happened. I gave him a thousand different ideas, he settled on construction. We worked on starting up the business together, and by we I mean me, while he acted as the poster boy. It was three days until we opened up, and he fired me. He called the business Thorn and left me to the streets, little did he know I too would raise an empire. But I never forgave him for what he did to me, I couldn't. It was so cold hearted, he wants cold heart, I'll give him cold heart. He cared about nobody but himself, and his daughter. I cared about nothing but the business, and he ripped that out of my life. Now it's my turn.

I heard talking from down the all and quickly hid in a storage closet.

"Horace, she doesn't want to talk to Phillip. Just leave her be."

"I'm going to ground him when he gets home! He went back to Chicago, I just know it."

Horace, two birds with one stone. Steven had ditched a "stupid girl" for Horace, who can't spell orange. His son is vulnerable. A little ransom might not hurt....

Once Horace and Steve left, I told Ron to take my private jet to Chicago and pay our friend Phillip a visit.