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THE PAST.FREDERICK'S POV.
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I hated the way I was spending New Year's, I was supposed to still be in the Hamptons with my family and friends celebrating, but my mom called in on a favor, and I had to fly to New York to attend some work event my mom's investment was hosting.I was in a foul mood; everything felt like it was working against me on the 31 of December. I was not particularly a superstitious sort but I did not like the way everything was going.
While my entire family was spending time with each other bonding, I was here in the cold, attending some events I did not even care about. But that was not the only reason I was in a piss poor mood. It started this morning when I arrived back in New York, I found out my assistant did not pack the suit I was going to wear, the one I had in my Penthouse had been taken to the dry cleaning services since my housekeeper thought I would not be home till the third week of January, so I had to settle for the only suit in my wardrobe, which was someone ugly suit, I found in the back of my closet.
Then my mom called that she had invited some prospects for my marriage, a fowl topic I did not want to get into. Then my car suddenly broke down in traffic out of the blues, I had to ride in one of the SUVs Julius brought, I got there only to find Tania, a woman I met last year at a dinner party in Bali, she was a very sweet woman, we talked for a while, I took her home, that was all. Somehow she got my private number and started blowing up my phone, she wanted us to have dinner, she wanted us to do this or do that. It was annoying and at some times right scary.
She would show up in my office, trying to in to see me. It was insane to me but my mother just chuckled it up to a childhood crush, it was the most insane thing I heard. My sister told me that Tania was telling people in our social circle that I was in love with her and we were getting married. It was a joke at first, but now? It was getting pretty annoying.
Tania followed me everywhere, if I said everywhere, I meant it, my office, dinner, even to the Hamptons. It was exhausting. As the last daughter of a billionaire typhoon was investing in one of my brother's oil projects in Nigeria, it meant it was very difficult to tell her off because I was trying to be polite but she refused to take the hint. Now imagine my surprise when I thought I had escaped her for a while and I was seeing her here, in a black dress, appearing here again.
"Freddy!" Tania grinned, I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes.
"What are you doing here, Tania?" My face fell, I was not in the mood for all her drama.
"I called you last week but you refused to take my call, I called your company but your assistant will not put you on the call with me. I honestly think you should fire that girl! What the hell? She is so rude!" Tania folded her arms.
"Leave me alone, Tania!" I sneered, deciding to not hide my disdain. My company was not some playroom where she could she just called because she felt like it.
"What's wrong baby? What happened?" This girl was really unwell, I should not have allowed this to get this long.
"Look Tania, I am really trying not to be rude but can you not get the hint? I am not interested! I don't know what signal you got while we were in Bali but I am not interested in anything in any relationship with you!" I informed her.
"What? What are you saying? Why would you say that?! You said we could get coffee sometimes! Or something! Why are you changing your mind now?"
"Tania, you and acquaintance at best, I was just trying to be nice, I did not bargain for all of this! I am not interested in anything with you. I have said it over and over again and I don't know why you are saying this or where you got the idea from that I am in any way interested but I am not!"
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