Melissa

Chapter 30A - A Dayout.

Rogan's POV.

".....the gorgeous Mrs. Evans a.k.a Evangeline Black's daughter is living with the most sorted after Billionaire, The King of Kingston. An insider has confirmed that Mrs. Evans is to permanently settle with Mr. Kingston. Did Kingston find his Queen?

The devasted Mr. Evans has not been seen for quite sometime. Sources say, that he is suffering from severe chronic depression and wants to stay away from the public's eye...."

I let out a heavy breath and folded the newspaper. This arrangement wasn't supposed to go out to the public. I immediately took out my phone and called Pete. He will handle this for me.

"Boss." Pete greeted. The man has lost all humor in his tone in the past few years. "It's all over the tabloids. The PR department is already working on it."

"I want to see results Pete. This news should go down in about thirty minutes." I knew that Pete will handle this but I just didn't want Melissa to see or hear about this. "Pete, Mel shouldn't know about this."

"She won't." And he cut the call.

Maria came walking towards where I sat in the living room couch. Her eyebrows were drawn into a deep frown.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her. She probably didn't see me sitting there as she was walking away casually. Immediately, her posture straightened and she looked at me.

"The media is crowding down in the lobby. They want to meet you sir. Benzo and the other security guards are handling them. Uh..." She looked down and fiddled with her finger.

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?" I always found this woman a bit skeptical. Her reactions never seemed genuine but that was me being judgemental I guess. She never did anything wrong.

"Uh, my relative is here looking for a job. Can you help him, sir?" She asked. I completely for about that.

"Yes, I remember, Melissa told me about that. So what he does professionally?"

"He worked in a security agency for 5 years before he had to move to this city for personal reasons. He had to leave that place. Now he is looking for a better opportunity." She explained.

"Tell him to see me at 6pm today and tell him to get his ID proof and CV. I'll see where can I place him." I got up to go and check on Melissa, I was supposed to take her shopping today. "Also, tell Benzo that we need to head over to City Square, to get the car ready." She nodded and left.

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Sophia always said, it's not necessary that a man needs to have a tough heart, that we are meant to feel as well and seek for the love that we desire. To her, the ultimate goal in life was to be happy. And she always taught me to look for happiness.

My happiness was ripped away from me when she left. It was hard to accept a life without her in it. It was painful to muster a smile. No one told me what was love or how one should love or how it feels to be loved.

In between all the hardships and dramas, while I grew up, I learnt that she could make me happy. I found my happiness in her.

The door to the room was slightly open, I silently stood by the door and observed her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile.

Her.

"Will you stop staring? It's creepy." She frowned. "And what are you staring at?"

"Your fine ass." I smirked. Seeing her here, in her room getting dressed, the room I had specially designed for her when I bought this house, gave me all kinds of mixed signals. Lust was stronger than any other feeling but the happiness I felt was something else entirely.

She didn't blush. No, Melissa never blushes at my remarks. She made a disgusted face and cursed me in her head. "Pervert." She muttered.

"Are you done?" I asked, still standing by the door and admiring her. Melissa loves wearing dresses, she felt more comfortable in those. Even today, she wore a light pink dress with white borderline,  she paired it with white flat pumps and pearl earrings, the dress was sleeveless with only strings holding it together and a low cut showing a decent amount of cleavage. How can a woman look decent and sexy, both at the same time? Well, Melissa can.

"Yes. Let's go." She unconsciously took my hands and started walking. "I just want to stay home and watch Netflix but you ruined my plan."

I rolled my eyes. Is she a teenager still?

"Wait. We will take the private elevator to the basement. Benzo is waiting for us there." I told her, I didn't want her to go down to the lobby and see the paparazzi buzzing with bullshit.

"But why?"

"Uh, I have to show you something."

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Melissa's POV.

We went down to the basement and I was stunned to silence. This man had a crazy collection of cars!

There were at least 30 cars lined up. All brand new and untouched.

"Wow! Are all these yours?" I gasped at the sight in front of me.

Rogan grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head in enthusiasm. "Yes! These babies are mine. Come on." We moved forward towards an exit, the revving of a car could be heard.

Moments later, a shiny pitch black Lamborghini came and stood in front of us. Benzo came out of the car and handed the keys to Rogan.

"You sure Sir, that I don't need to come with you guys?" Benzo asked Ro. He clearly wanted to drive the car and have a taste of this baby.

Rogan nodded and told him sternly, "I'll drive."

Benzo's face became small, I looked at him and smiled brightly. I pulled him by the arm and whispered to him, "I'll make sure you drive this with me next time." Benzo smiled and nodded.

"Melissa." Rogan called. "Get in." He was holding the gate open for me to get in.

I stepped in and waved at Benzo, meanwhile, Rogan bent down and tucked my dress in so that it doesn't get stuck in the gate while closing it.

The feathery soft seats soothed my back. I ran a hand over the stereo system and the GPS and the steering wheel, it all felt so rich and smooth.

"You know I heard that." Rogan mocked as he entered the driver's side. He pressed his finger in the detector to start the engine.

"What?" I asked innocently.

'Good Morning! This is Brenda. Where shall we take you today Mr. Kingston?' The GPS system spoke up. I could only stare at it in aww.

"Brenda, take us to City Square." Rogan commanded. The small screen signalled a green glow marking the start of the engine.

The car started moving on it's own, Rogan had to do nothing. This was technology at it's best. I wonder how big of a fortune this must have cost him!

"So, what did you hear?" I asked him, getting back to the conversation we were having earlier.

"You and Benzo. You do know that I'm not letting you drive this car when I'm not with you right?" He looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows. Challenging me.

I puckered my lips in a pout, that always worked with him five years ago. "Why? And Benzo will be driving not me. Also I can see there's not much driving to do here."

"Firstly, that pout won't work. Secondly, this car is too fast for you. Lastly, this system only operates with my voice. Any other person will have to drive the car, therefore we have the steering wheel and accelerator, brake, etc." He  explained.

"But I really want to drive it!"

"You can't." He declined calmly.

"Yes I can and you'll let me." I finalized.

He sighed. "We're here."

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Filler..... Ehh....