Fated Plans

Chapter 5

Callum was incensed.

The man was nuts.

He thought he made it already clear yesterday, but it seemed that the guy was shallow as was preposterous. And now he had the nerve to call him incessantly at this very morning he might add, to demand that they should meet and talk more about the partnership.

Bloody likely hell they were going to be business partners. Yeah, he was after that piece of land – an acres of farm land on the south – as he ambitiously wanted to diversified his chains of hotel and a grand structure surrounded by lushes of nature with promising experiences of a county life for guests was what he grandly coveted but he wasn’t about to deal with some pompous ass who thought that he held the upper hand in their affiliation, if there was anything like that in the first place.

Snapping the phone back in its cradle, Callum had deeply breathes and pushed the bubbling irritation down his throat. Massaging the knotted muscles on his shoulder, he couldn’t afford having bad temper right now.

Not now when he so happened to have Andrea back in the confines of his room, and he vowed to himself to make her stay in his life for good even if she frustrates him more than anything in the world. He would gladly be exasperated with her than feel the hollowness inside him like what he battled the past months.

Picking up his phone, he dialed the number of the man he trusted the most. He needed to make some arrangements and he forgot to tell him something.

He was answered by a grunt and a barely ‘hello’ afterwards.

“Matthew, I need you to do something,” he started and rattled to him in a not so colorful way what he intended to do with a man named Mr. Anderson. He wasn’t keen on dealing with him any moment now or ever. There was just something about the said man that didn’t bode well with him.  “…and please cancel all my appointments today or better yet have my schedule run over with my secretary and you can deal yourself with what you see fit.”

He heard deep rumblings, the shuffling of sheets, and a feminine whine from the other line and Callum smirked to himself as he obviously caught Matthew in an inopportune time.

Serves him right for that tender jaw he gave me yesterday. He still couldn’t believe that Matthew would knock him off. I guess I deserved it.

Yesterday, Callum was upset and frustrated about the deal gone wrong, and a freaking headache was knocking his skull like a nail has been hammered into it, then he despised himself for being so damn stupid and an ass, so over-all he was in a foul mood and someone not to be mess up with as he existed his sedan in the parking lot of his hotel when he got back. The moment that he knew it was a mistake going to a country club and meeting Lucas Anderson, he high tailed it out there. He didn’t know how many traffic lights violation he committed just to get back to his hotel and hoping that it wasn’t too late for him…that it wasn’t too late to redeem his misgivings.

Callum couldn’t believe it.

He could not believe himself that he could do that to Andrea. He more than wanted to kick himself – no, beat himself would not even suffice – for that very dim-witted thing he did.

She surprised him, he surmised. His brain wasn’t working soundly seeing her in the lobby of his hotel and he almost had a heart attack when he learned that it was her who accidentally slipped on that red carpet. Merda, he was going to have that bloody thing remove in the lobby. He couldn’t afford another accident like what happened to Andrea. 

Callum’s world turned upside-down that moment their lives once again collided.

He was bolt from the blue the moment their eyes met; he was seared by the captivating brown eyes that gazed at him widely and he forgot to breathe. And that was his only sane explanation – lack of oxygen circulation in his head – as to why he left Andrea hurting on the floor and had let Matthew take care of her. Argh! Hell that was the dumbest, most idiotic thing he did his entire life. He wanted to punch something or someone to ease out a little the frustration clutching painfully at his chest but that someone was him. Merda! It was unforgivable on his part and he would not be surprised if Andrea wouldn’t absolve him.