Hidden Truths, Burning Hearts

A Ghost From The Past

William //POV//

I can't believe what I just saw. Can it be? But before I could get a better look he disappeared from I sight.

I started to look around and find him again. I hated to leave Amelia alone knowing how nervous she was all night but she is with Mark now, she will be ok. I thought as I walked around the place. Discreetly looked at every face to find his.

Suddenly I caught a sight of him going upstairs. There was a second floor too? I thought as I went after him to go up but some security guard stopped me and said, "I'm sorry sir, but the upstairs is for VIPs only."

I sighed as I backed up. Damn it! I was this close to him.

I went around the corner from where I could still keep an eye on the stars in case he came down.

After a while, a woman came and went up the stairs. I think I have seen her before. Right Ruth Anderson. But what's her connection with Him?

I need to get to the bottom of it. I called Nolan.
"Nolan, it's me."
"Will?"
"Yes. I got a lead. I need you to find everything you can on Ruth Anderson and see if she has any connection with Caine."

"Ok I'm on it. I'll call you when I find something."

I disconnected the call. And waited to hear from him. Nolan was our tech expert. He's the one they call a computer wizard. I knew it wouldn't take too long for him to fish something out.

He called me back after 10 minutes of waiting.

"What did you find?" I asked impatiently.
"Will, this is crazy. I don't know how we missed this before. I..."
"Just Tell me what you found out." I said cutting off his babbling. He was a genius but he could be so annoying at times.

"Right. I think Ruth is Caine's sister."
"How could that be? He had only one sister and Lyla died when she was 20."

"But I think we had the wrong information before. I don't think she died. I can't find any family background on Ruth. She came from Italy after studying art history there in 2010. That's five years after Lyla supposedly died. I think they staged Lyla's death." Nolan said in one breath.

"To keep her hidden from public eye." I added.

"Yes. I have compared the pictures of Lyla and Ruth. They have identical facial bone structure, eye colour and height. She must have had plastic surgery done on her face for the way she looks now. Ruth Anderson is Lyla Caine."

"But what is Matthew Caine doing here? At an art exhibition."

"I'll have to do some more digging for that."
"Fine, do that." I said and hung up.

I have to look for Amelia. I can't stand here all night waiting for him without drawing attention to myself. His men must be lurking around here.

I looked for Amelia where I had left her with Mark. But she wasn't there. I looked around for some more. I panicked momentarily before I saw her standing in front of a display talking to someone.

I couldn't help but pause for a moment and just look at her. She was breathtaking. She was easily the most beautiful woman here tonight.

Since we came here I could see all the men looking at our direction and checking her out. I wanted to gouge their eyes out for looking at her like that. But she was oblivious to the stares she was getting.

She was all too consumed in the art around her to give another glance at anyone. And that made her only more attractive.

I walked up to her just as I heard the man say to her,
"Would you like to get a drink with me later?"

What the hell!

"Sorry man, she's taken tonight." I said coming up from behind them as I wrapped an arm around her waist holding her closer. "And forever." I said in whisper in her ear.

He held his hands up in surrender and went the other way.

"That was rude." She said turning to me.
"What would you do if you saw someone clinging on me?" I asked her.
"I would claw her face off. But He was not clinging. We were just talking." She said narrowing her eyes at me.

That first sentence was said so dominantly, it was turning me on. God she was testing my patience tonight.
"I might just pay someone to flirt with me just to see you do that." I said taunting her.

"No one will ever touch you other than me. You Are Mine." She said pressing every word. If I wasn't before, I was definitely turned on now hearing her say that. I wonder if she felt like this whenever I claimed her to be mine.

I wished my face would show her how much I wanted her right then. It seemed like she read my mind because then she brought her lips closer to my ears whispered,
"Let's get out of here."

I didn't need to be told twice. I smiled taking her hand in mine, I led her out of that damn place away from all the hungry eyes.

We were in the car driving to her house. A smile playing on my face as I was thinking of the ways I would make her pay for the way she teased me all night.

"Stop." She yelled suddenly and I pressed on the brakes. The car came to a stop as the tires made a screeching noise. Thank God it was late at night and the road was almost empty. Or else ...

"What happened?" I asked worried something was wrong.

"I want ice cream." She deadpanned with a straight face pointing me to an ice cream parlour beside the road and I looked at her like she had suddenly grew two heads.

"Amy, You Do Not Tell Someone to Stop Driving like that For Ice Cream." I almost yelled at her.

I let out a breath to calm myself down but the damage was done already. Her eyes were tearing up as she looked away from me and outside the window.
Great, you made her cry.

"Baby I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." I said as I tried to take her hand in mine but she took it away from me and wiped her tears as I heard her sniffing.

God this is not the way I planned this night to go.
"Baby please. Look at me. Amy I'm sorry.."

"Just drive." She said still crying.
"But you wanted ice cream. Which flavour you want me to get?"

"I Don't Want Any Ice Cream. Just get me Home." She yells at me making me flinch. Ok now she's angry?

"What do I do? I've never made a girl cry before. I don't know how to handle situations like this." I was full on panic mode, when I heard her sobbing but then she raised her head and looked at me, she was laughing?

"You should see your face." She said between her fit of laughter.

I looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Were you joking the whole time?" I asked and she just shrugged her shoulders.

I sighed and shook my head in disbelief then smiled to myself at her antics.
"Do you want ice cream or not?" I asked looking at her again.

She nodded her head like a five year old and I laughed.
"Chocolate, caramel and coffee. One scoop each." She said and I got down to get her order.
God she had me wrapped around her little fingers.

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A/N

What are you some of yours favourite ice-cream flavours?