His last minute bride

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-Eri Jones-

Don had been too busy for the past three weeks which automatically made me busy.

Apparently, he needed to work extra if he wanted to make his company a ‘trillion dollar company’

He literally worked every time. Both at the company and at home. I barely ever saw him as he was either in his office at home or at work.

To fuel up my irritation, the annoying bodyguards wouldn't leave my presence for a second.

I go to the bathroom, they stand by the door, not caring about my privacy. I go shopping, that tag along.

I mean, I understand they're just trying to protect me and all, but seriously, must they be such space-invaders.

“...this is why I think you should stop working for a while to discuss plans on our one year anniversary.” I concluded my five minute speech.

Infuriation bubbled inside of me when Don didn't even raise his head from the stupid laptop.

This was ten in the night for crying out loud, when every normal person was at home relaxing, probably having a fun night with their wives.

But noooo, we just had to still be in the company, doing whatever boring work we're doing and him possibly not paying attention to what I'd been saying for five whole minutes.

“Don!” I creased my forehead, searing holes into his head from where I stood by the door.

He seemed startled, like he didn't even realize I was standing there, then finally after what felt like years, he rose his head from the damn laptop, staring at my glare.

“Uh, Eri—”

“You weren't listening to me?” That was obvious, but I still thought it was right to ask.

His expression showed it all. That he wasn't listening at all.

“I'm sorry, I'm just a little too busy.”

“Yeah, too busy to even think about your fucking wedding anniversary. Your first anniversary.” I snapped at his tired looking self.

He let out a sigh I assumed to mean him being tired of my presence. 

“I'm outta here.” I pivoted, opening the door, walking out of the office and slamming the door before I heard Don say “I—” but I didn't bother to let him finish.

With all anger in me, I sauntered to the elevator, the guards trailing behind me causing me to stop walking.

“Don't even think about following me.” I ordered in pure choler, it brought senses to them as they immediately retreated.

I pressed the button of the elevator, entering it once the doors separated, closing it and going down to the first floor.

The elevator dinged and the doors separated again.

I walked out still in vexation, sauntering out of the company ignoring Dina's goodbyes.

Once outside, I decided taking a walk down the street would probably be a calming resort. Which was what I did.

As I walked down the silent street, I let the cool air swoosh my hair to the side, which was a great way of calming my nerves.

Thinking about it, I felt like I might have overreacted. Don was obviously busy and I was probably worsening things for him.

I sighed, wondering if I should go back and talk with him.

That thought went down the hill when I noticed I wasn't alone in this empty street late at night. From my side view, I sighted a hoodied figure ambling behind me.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to take a walk without my bodyguards. I mean, they were meant to protect me, right?

My heart suddenly started throbbing. I quickly grabbed my phone from the pocket of my skirt, unlocking it with my fingerprint and sending a message to Don as I felt like a call would alarm whoever was behind me (also praying it wasn't June).

'Dom, I sense danger. I'm heading on a straight pathj frpm tge cimpany. Pkease srbd helo.’ 

I sent the message, certain it had a lot of grammatical errors as I wasn't looking at what I was typing and was also typing it with trembling hands.

I increased my stride and the hoodied person did the same which was enough to alarm me to kick off my heels, and start running.

My fear increased when the person began chasing after me.

Run feet. Run, please.

But my legs didn't seem to heed as I remembered I wasn't a fast runner. Probably the slowest runner on earth.

“Please run.” I could feel the tears in my eyes as I ran as fast as my legs could go (which wasn't enough).

I felt the hoodied figure's hand grab onto my shoulder with so much force, my feet slipped from solid ground, and I landed on my butt.

“You done with your fucking race?” That voice was one I certainly knew. My worst nightmare had arrived and this was most certainly the end for me.

I didn't want to but I looked up to the hoodied figure. “June.” Fear gripped me as I said her name.

She had a small lump on her belly, but that was the last thing on my mind when I sighted what was on her hand. A gun.

No. I needed to escape. 

I tried rising back to my feet, but was pushed back down to the ground by one or two or three, I don't know painful kicks on the stomach from June. 

It stole some breath from me, causing dizziness to grab hold of me.

She sat on her feet so we could be face to face with each other.

My brain was screaming at me to push her and run off but my body wouldn't comply. Her kick was all it took to weaken me.

“You,” it came out with so much loath, my heart began throbbing even faster, “how dare you take my lover from me and think you can get away with it.”

“June, p-p-” the racing of my heart took over my body. No words came out of my mouth, just the sound of my heavy breathing and the sight of my rising and falling chest.

She stood up, leaning backwards. “I've been waiting for you to come out alone. If you're gone, Don would certainly come to me.”

She moved more steps backwards, making me realize this was my chance to run, but for some reason, my legs wouldn't comply.

She stretched forth the hand that had the gun in it.

My breath seized fully when I sighted a gun that was directed to my skull. One shot and I was gone.

The tears came out on their own accord. “Please, this is not the right way.” The words came out without my realizing how.

She let out a wry laugh, barely a laughter. “Right way?” She placed her fingers in front of the trigger. “The way you took Don from me, Eri, wasn't the right way.”

I heard no steps, but for some reason turned and felt a tiny feeling of relief when I saw Don walking a few feets away, possibly looking for us.

The relief soon turned to additional fear when I noticed he was alone. 

Why the fuck was he alone?