Uncontrollable Feeling

Chapter 48

Kristal Anderson

I whipped my head around so fast I was surprised I didn't pull a muscle. "What did you just say?" 

The look on his face made me internally recoil, that smug, confident look that explained why he had been so calm the entire conversation. So undisturbed by the fact that his secret was out. He had something up his sleeve, because of course, he did.

"Oh come on, you didn't think it'd be that easy, right?" His lips curled into a smirk, one that had my stomach dropping. "I have an empire, a legacy to uphold. I've kept your mother's...incident under wraps for over a decade, what makes you think it'd be any different now?"

"You sick fu- where is my father?" I said, taking a few steps towards him, my bare feet hitting the wooden floor in quick, hurried steps, and I made sure to keep my shoulders straight, my head held high. I couldn't let him know how terrified I was; I had to be strong enough, stand my ground and not fold under pressure. My mind was instantly going to the worst possible case scenario; he was holding my father hostage and doing god knows what to him. After nearly two decades of incarceration for a crime he didn't commit, my father was still suffering. After everything Robert had put him through, he was still not satisfied, and that dead look in his eyes told me that remorse was nowhere to be found.

He simply stared at me as I glared up at him, my nostrils flaring with every ragged, harsh breath I took. My hatred for him was rolling off of me in waves. Something flickered in his dead eyes, a look that resembled amusement but it quickly went right back to that emotionless state. He was enjoying this, seeing me in that state of disarray and he was taking his sweet time to respond, taunting me.

He moved and the mask that I was trying to keep on slipped; that mask of a strong, fearless woman slipped and I flinched. I fucking flinched. And he fucking noticed. He saw right through me and knew just how scared I was of him. And the most embarrassing part was that he was merely moving to bend down to pick up my ballerina flats that I chucked at him not too long ago.

I watched his every movement as part of his frame disappeared behind the desk to pick up the shoes before he made his way around the corner of the desk, coming towards me. Thea's words were ringing in my ear. I mean, what was I thinking coming here alone? He was a heartless murderer, an evil man with no regard for human life.

I stood frozen with fear as he finally stopped when he stood right in front of me. I'm about to shut my eyes and brace for impact but just before I do, he drops down and places my shoes right in front of my feet. "We'll talk over lunch," He rose once again, gazing at me with a look that sent shivers down my spine, "I'm starving"

He couldn't possibly be serious. Before I had any time to protest, he was turning and heading for the door. I stared at his back, completely dumbfounded by his proposition. Aiden, my Aiden, shared his DNA with that man. . . un-fucking-belieavable. Staring at his tall form from the behind, broad shoulders covered by his baby blue dress shirt paired with black slacks, was the only way I could find a resemblance, because the moment he turned around and those dead eyes made contact with my soul, there was nothing that resembled my Aiden.

When I finally snapped out of it, I realised that he was no longer in the room, so I quickly slipped on my flats and rushed after the man who was already walking down the long hallway. "I am not going anywhere with you; you tell me where my father is right now," I demanded, my voice rising as I tried to keep up with his steps.

"You are free to leave, but do so with the knowledge that your father's life is on the line" My heart stopped at the mention of my father and I found myself freezing up as I watched him descend the stairs at the end of the long hallway.