DESTINED

Chapter 3

Fatima: From everything you heard, you're worried about Duke?

Mr Wilson: You're right, why did you steal his diamonds?

Fatima: Wow! You are unbelievable, I shouldn't have come here.

Fatima left out the warehouse running down the road where she ordered herself and Uber.

Mr Wilson: What did I say wrong?

Mrs Wilson: Everything. Maybe you should've asked about Naila first or the suicide attempt. She's your daughter not someone you just send around.

Mr Wilson: Tiger go find Fatima, track her phone. Duke, you and I need to talk. Madam, make sure this warehouse is cleaned and gets sold. Let's go baby.

The ride to the Wilson residence was silent but Mr Wilson had a few questions for Duke.

Mr Wilson: How long have you been sleeping with my daughter?

Duke: I don't have a timeline sir.

Mr Wilson: That long? Is that why you always wanted to travel with me to go see her? So that you can sleep with her.

Duke: No sir. It was never supposed to happen but it kept happening.

Mrs Wilson: Enough.

When they got home, they found Fatima sitting by the pool with her feet in the water, the parents went upstairs while duke talked to Fatima.

Duke: You're making yourself suffer.

Fatima: Did you know she was going to be there?

Duke: They go there sometimes. You know, she's just like you.

Fatima: How?

Duke: She talks a lot, very curious child and always into new things. She squints her eyes when she's trying to focus. Her smile though, just like her mom. She also has athletic traits like Ian, she walks like him.

Fatima: You've been watching her a lot?

Duke: I told you that I'll keep an eye on her.

Fatima: Thank you Duke. I'm going to see Kira. I'll take an Uber and you can come pick me up later.

Duke: Be safe!

Fatima left and went to a bar just to relax and stop thinking a lot. She ordered 2 glasses of mimosas and a bottle of red wine. She sat in her thoughts.

Zac: You look sad again.

Fatima: Are you stalking me?

Zac: No. I stay at the hotel opposite the bar. I see you're going in with the drinks.

Fatima: Just have a lot on my mind.

Zac: Wanna talk about it?

Fatima: No. You never gave me your name.

Zac: Zachary Taylor.

Fatima: Nice to me— wait, I treated you when you got in an accident?

Zac: Finally she remembers.

Fatima: Sorry, I treat a lot of people so I hardly remember faces.

Zac: It's okay. Can I join you?

Fatima: Yes.

Zac: Don't worry. I won't talk too much.

Fatima: Talk as much as you want.

Zac: Who hurt you?

Fatima: What makes you think I'm hurt?