From Ex-wife To Heiress

7

Laura

"Ma'am, you have a call," my bodyguard said, stretching the phone to me. 

"Thanks," I said, collecting the phone from him. I glanced at the caller ID. It was Shawn calling.

I answered the call. "Hello, baby," I said, loud enough for Lorenzo to hear me.

Lorenzo stiffened and his facial expression turned grim. He glanced briefly at me with an arched eyebrow.

"I'm just leaving the company, baby. You can come pick me up for the date by eight, honey," I said, forcing a smile on my face. "I love you. Bye."

Lorenzo cleared his throat, and avoided looking at me.

"Ms. Roberts, are you dating someone else?" A reporter questioned. "Have you completely moved on? Weren't you madly in love with Mr Lorenzo?"

"Lorenzo is my past." I braced myself for his reaction.

"Laura—"

"Ms. Roberts," I corrected.

"I'm sorry for what happened five years ago. Give me a chance and—"

I pulled my shoulders back, lifted my chin defiantly, and stared straight into his eyes. "I have to go. I really do not want to miss my date," I said with a smile. I turned to the Press. "And to everyone watching this. You don't realize what a precious thing you have until you lose it."

Lorenzo looked visibly hurt and disappointed. He just stood there, his mouth agape as he watched me get into my ride.

"Please hear me out," he insisted, his tone sad and placating.

I took a deep breath before I spoke. "Get me out of here."

An hour later, I was standing in front of the mirror, staring at myself in my black fitting no-hand dress laced with tiny bits of diamonds. I admired my look in the mirror.

"You look perfect, ma'am," Fiona, my hairdresser and make-up artist said with a smile.

"Thank you," I said, smiling back at her.

A guard walked in. "Mr, Shawn is here, ma'am."

I nodded. I grabbed my silver purse. I started heading to my kids' room. I slowly opened the door and saw Luke and Lena paying attention as nanny Kate read their favorite storybook to them. I smiled and slowly closed the door.

I went downstairs and saw dad seated on a couch. "Hello dad," I said with a low-pitched voice.

He averted his gaze to me. "My beautiful damsel," dad uttered, standing to his feet. I approached him and hugged him. "You look so beautiful, my child."

"Thanks, dad."

"Now, don't keep that young man waiting," he said. "Have a great night."

"I will."

I walked out of the building, to see Shawn leaning on his car with a bouquet of roses.

A guard helped me walk down the stairs. I approached Shawn. "Did you send me flowers this afternoon?"

"No, I didn't," he said, a bit worried. "Here. This is for you. Mr. Roberts said this is your favorite."

I took the flowers from him. They used to be my favorite flowers but after that divorce, things changed.

"Thanks," I said, my eyes raking him. He had a thing for blue suits but today, he was in a black shirt, with all the up buttons opened, like the first day I saw him and a black pair of pants. His chest was exposed. His black midnight hair looked wet and longer. He smelled very nice. He looked sexy and enticing.