re-love

chapter 3

p.s: the jude law as henry here is how he is as bradley fine in the movie spy

adrian attends a lot of party, and one of it is today, a party hosted by his father, all the elites of upper east side are all there, and adrian,as usual,are swarming with the girls

"you can call me, mr.flame" he said among the girls "oh you are, smoking hot mr.flame" 

"i prefer mr. man whore" a husky voice suddenly appears

a woman with a shiny blond hair and a red lipstick in a red dress came out

adrian frowns ".....marissa black?" "how are you thorn?" she said in a flat tone "what are you doing here?" "attending a party, which seems to be hosted by your father" "apparently so" "what have you been doing  all these years, still fooling around girls?" "as you can see dear, what about you?" "you dont know?" "its not like i give a shit about your life for the past 8 years after we graduate high school" "then dont you ever read forbes? times? vogue?" "what does that has to do with you?" "oh my god marissa black! its an honor to met you, i'm emily woodsen" "hello" marissa said elegantly "you know her?" adrian asked "of course! dont you know her? the youngest most successful business woman in the world! the creator of MB Industries and studios, oh, and if i'm not mistaken, you took over apple last year, dont you?" "yes" "hey em, you mind if i have a word with ms. black right here?" "sure" "oh nonono, adrian, anything you'd wanna say to me, you can say it in front of miss....woodsen right here, right miss woodsen?" "yeah, of course oh  and, by the way adrian, what's your relationship with ms. black?" "i stuck two fingers inside her pussy back in high school, lovely days back then eh?" "thank you for reminding, mr.thorn" "always my pleasure" "Er...i think i'll just leave the two of you alone to talk, i'll be going" "enjoy the party, miss woodsen" "thank you miss black" 

"you, are the owner of MB studios and industries, and what? apple? fuck me" "oh you wish thorn" "so..in this kind of condition, which guys you've fucked? alex pettyfer? dylan o brien?" "in case you forget, i am unlike you, mr thorn" "what do you mean?" he snickered "safe and fresh" he laughed soundless shortly, more like a gasp "you're still a virgin?" "what can i say, i love my work" "ow missy, how old are you?" "how old are you?' "25 and still a virgin, mother fucker" "whatever you say man whore" "rough one miss saint" "i dont go to church for your information, father adrian" "glad to know" "as do i" "so, is apple releasing any new phones? i'd like an iphone 9 for my birthday this year" "as if you cant afford it and fyi, we're still working on 8+ so dont even dream of getting 9 this year" "let me know when you're done" "absolutely" "cause imma take you to a nice dinner" "to end up in your bed and you fucking the shit hell outta me? thanks" "just a dinner, promise" "my car's not waiting for me, i probably wont have time when the product is released" "then lets go"

to her surprise, adrian take marissa to a burger joint 

"seriously though? burger?" "well you gotta show a bit of down to earth profile dont you?" "more of a down to dirt profile" "i suggest cheese burger" "i didn't know the son of marcus thorn eats a burger in this kind of down to earth burger joint" "well, gotta sniff reality air from now and then" "agreed"

"hey john, one double cheese burger and a coke for me, and a cheeseburger plus an orange juice for the lady" "no pickles no tomato sauce" she said quickly "very well my lad---holy mother hell lady marissa black!" 

Marissa's pov

kay, here we go again "hey ernie! take a picture of me with ma am marissa black right here!" "right away john" 

"miss..may i--""oh sure"

kay, we took a picture "ma am, are you datin a--mr.thorn right here" "yes""no" we both answered differently

"no, we are not dating"i said "john, the burger" "oh, yeah, right"

adrian and i sit down

"a friendly reminder that i'm not your girlfriend" "true, but i'd do anything to kiss you right now" "no" "where do you live now?" "better topic" "no seriously though, where?" "the black mansion, i suppose you know where" "why didnt i think of that" "you' ve always been an idiot, adrian" "thank you for your compliment" "thank you for your complete sarcasm" he just laughs as he looks at me

"why are you looking at me like that?" "like what?" "nevermind" 

"you done?i'll drop you home" "no its fine i could just call my car" " why bother your assistants when i can drop you home?" "alright"

we ride in his red ferarri , in surprisingly a low speed 

"here we are, the black mansion" "thanks" "hey marissa" "hm?" "care to give me a cup of tea?" "i dont mind"

we walked inside the house, i made the outer looks like a place, but the inside, however, as modern as possible, its all steel, woods, and glass

"whoa, nice taste" "well this is my dream house, design it eversince i was a kid" "and your mom...?" "oh i got her a house at england , she said she wanted to live there" "thats nice of you" "the tea?" "oh, chamomile , no sugar please" "susan?" "yes ma am" "this way" 

i lead him to my living room 

"the chamomile tea, ma am" "thank you bernice" "you're welcome ma am" 

"this is a nice tea" "bought it when i stopped by china" "what were you doing in china?" "cooperating with the government to snatch all apple fake products, those fakers out there are about to face a tougher owner" "feisty" "a girl needs to be feisty at times needed, you know" "damn right girl" "well a girl's never wrong" "so, tell me about how do you got this far?" "i started the business at my 3rd semester at harvard, the shit went well,and i got myself a few 'best friends' in apple, toyota, chanel, armani, gucci, and those stuffs that i'm planing to take care" "interesting" "i started to build up my company more and more, then i slowly enters apple, as the assistant director, then in a few months they took me as the business director, then the ceo, then i took over the damn company, they truly got no idea of what i was capable of, sweet story, isnt it?" "lovely" "its late, i think you should be going" 'yeah...yeah, thanks for the chamomile by the way" "anytime" "i'll be going now""bye bye"

as his car went out of sight, i walked to my room

he is still exactly the same as what he was

i guess only i change

thanks to that wound he gave me 9 years ago, i am what i am right now, i think i'm incapable of shedding tears now, incapable of loving anyone, incapable of being human

he said that if i still have desires for love, i wont achieve anything, he used my pain to turn me to a heartless person that's able to do anything to get my way. to put on a show, a fake smile, to fake myself so that no one would truly know what am i like, so that no one will find out my weakness.

just as i'm deep in my thoughts, someone knocked on my door "ma am, mr. crawford is here" "tell him i'll come down, just a minute"

i change into a simple beige dress , erase my red lipstick and put on a lighter shade

"hello henry" "i saw a car went by, who came?" "an old friend" "adrian thorn?" "how do you know?""what kind of other idiotic old friend do you have that would have 'W O M A N $' as their car plate?" "true" "susan, espresso please" "yes sir" "so, how was england?" i said "how are you? did you forget already what i taught you?" "no of course not" "be careful, marissa, falling in love could ruin everything" "you know i'm incapable of love" "and you should make it stay that way, dont let that boy get into you" "not a chance" "great" "your espresso, sir" "my, that is quick" 

"how is england?" "beautiful" "did you met my mother?" "yes" "how is she?" "glad to know that you care, marissa, she is great" "henry" "hm?" "do you remember the first time you became my god father?" "of course" "i miss those times, when i just...hang on to you like a real daughter to her real father" "marissa.." "sorry" "remember your purpose, destroy him" 

"yeah, how could i forget, i am what i am right now, 

all to destroy him"