Intertwined: Invisible Strings

Chapter Six

                                                     Chapter Six- Love Bites and Fairy Godmother

Strong and muscular are just two simple adjectives which can be used to describe Alaric's arms which gripped me tightly and prevented me from collapsing onto the hard, cold concrete ground. All of my senses were dull and distant, I could hear police sirens echoing and people chattering but my vision was absolutely blurred. The only thing I could focus on were the hands which gripped my waist tightly and effortlessly. I felt as though I was being burned from the inside out like I had just entered the pits of Tartarus and hellfire had been unleashed upon me. My breathing was shaky and uneven and I couldn't understand what was happening to me and around me. It was as if the Jose Cuervo that I had consumed the previous night had now taken its effect, I felt dizzy and intoxicated because of the fever that was raging through my body.

"Ms. Bedi, you need to keep your eyes opens," Alaric's voice was crystal clear and sharp, it awakened my senses and he was the only thing I could remain focused on. "Rubiya, I said call me Rubiya," I whined. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting this way? I was not in control of my speech and actions. He sighed and bit his bottom lip like he usually does when he's frustrated, "Rubiya, focus on me," He insisted while using his free hand to grab his cellphone out of his pocket. Oh, believe me, that's all I was doing, "I am focusing on you," I whispered. Did I say that out loud? His right hand tightened around my waist, "Where do you live, Rubiya?" He asked as he opened the door to his sterling silver, Mercedes-Benz: EQE SUV.

"Brooklyn, duh" I found myself responding, where else would I live? We both lived in Brooklyn, wasn't that obvious? "Okay, just sit here and don't move," he instructed as he placed me into the front seat. Well...what else did he want me to do? It's not like I could move even if I wanted to.

                                                                 Alaric Vanderfield's Point of View

            Her lengthy braided hair cased down her waist while her large hazel eyes glanced up at me from beneath her mascara coated eyelashes. Her pale brown skin had the perfect quantity of melanin to match with all of her features so elegantly, it was as if she had broken out of the Walt Disney Studios because her looks were akin to the princesses. Every time she looked up at me with those big eyes of hers, I found myself complying to her every wish and whim and obeying her as though she was the one in charge. Her ability to affect me in such a strong way was extremely detrimental to my reputation...I needed to be careful. The last time I let my emotions become affected by a woman...things didn't turn out too well which is why I had to move back to Brooklyn and work for my father. The situation was so dire that I needed to put my pride aside and come back to the Vanderfield's family business even though I was so adamant about progressing on my own. London had all of my hope and ambitions but it was a woman who had shattered them all, once my divorce papers were settled I had gotten the first flight back to Brooklyn. It took all of my courage to go back to my father, William Vanderfield and ask for my rights. Before I left to go to London, I had forsaken all my responsibilities and my desire to make it on my own was not pleasing to my father at all.

However, change was needed and this law firm was rightfully mine to inherit so here I am, I was not going to let my step-mother and her evil spawn gain access to the company that both my late mother and my father had built together. My father is an arrogant man who would rather cut off his own hand than admit that he was wrong so to make me feel as though I was indebted to him...he put forth a condition, he claimed that this would solve the mess that my ex-wife had created in London and would also help Vanderfields Law Firm by forging good relations with one of world's leading business tycoon. If I wanted to save this company from the evil claws of my step-family, I had no choice but to accept his condition: Demi Johnson. If you're confused, I had to clean up the rumours about my previous relationship by forging one with Demi, who was the eldest daughter of Joseph Johnson, a billionaire business man with all the right connections to help Vanderfields prosper. That was the only means of securing my job and position in the family business.