The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 40 Time out

The last three days after discovering that Benedict is buying the resort himself in the disguise of an auction, I haven't stayed still. I am running from one place to another trying to look at the hidden picture, calling Klaus at irregular times at night, working overtime with Ash. 

After days of non-stop file reading, and research on Darkweb I haven't found a single thing that justifies, why Benedict is keen on getting the auction under his name. What is in the resort? What is so important that he is willing to pay millions of dollars on the verge of bankruptcy?

He has sold all his assets and recovered some over the last five years. The remaining that is under my birth father's name and Klaus's is saved from his hands. He can't touch them unless he wants a legality case in the Supreme Court. 

I click the mouse pad on my laptop and open the search bar, typing Myer's Resort for the hundredth time. The page changes from milk white to letters and images showing what I've seen these past few days. 

The build of the resort, the advertisement of the auction below the little information box on the screen. My eyes reread those words. It has all the details about the resort for the public like when it was built, who started the business, the booking appointments for vacations, holidays, and terrace and garden banquets open for events. So many things were written about it but like always I look at one thing. 

The name of the owner written in black. Lt. David Myers.

I click my father's name and another page refreshes where I see some early photos of him. A few are edited in black and white, mostly were in retro 80s setups like the ones clicked by an old Sony camera. 

I take a breath and look at a smiling picture of my parents together. Mom had her hair permed and wore a thick white headband. She wore a blue and white polo shirt tucked in a knot from the middle, a high waist blue jeans, and shoes. She was leaning towards my dad, her one hand lying around his waist as she grinned at the camera. My father, on the other hand, had styled his hair like George Michael. Long dark blonde hair from the front and short from the back. They looked so young and happy. 

I stared at their picture for as long as I could, a decision forming in my head. Firm, dangerous but the only option I can think of right now. 

That resort is the place where my parents had first met. The place that started everything, their feelings, the decision to start a life together. Have a kid and then keep that place for themselves. That must be why when business flourished, the first thing my father did was buy that resort.

He bought it because of its sentimental meaning, a memory that he wanted to keep to himself. He didn't buy it so people like Benedict could manipulate their way into owning it. Ruin another thing with their filthy intentions.

No, I won't let it happen. 

I may not know the bigger picture here or what is exactly happening in that resort, but I know one thing. That resort isn't going to Benedict. I'll make sure of it. 

I immediately shut the laptop, my emotions taking a different detour than I wanted them right now. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let my head fall back in the chair. 

I need to think. Form a plan and stop this auction. 

As if sniffing I am having a meltdown, Asher pokes his head from between the ajar door. I can feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his stare warming my body. Covering me up with butterflies I like feeling. 

I can imagine that little scowl between his eyebrows that appears only when I am quiet. During these few weeks with him, I have learned and observed so many things about him I feel like I know him better now, and got even closer to him than ever.