(Dean's POV)
The things I did for love.
My love for Sharon was driving to do craziest things in the history deeds, and it had turned me into a mindless stalker- I was at the airport slowly and carefully watching them from my car, I was constantly cursing myself for having not bought a pair of binoculars to make work easier.
I had been tailing Sharon ever since she had rudely ditched me at that party, and raced to Mr Lewis's as if her life depended on it. I watched how She had hugged the boy with so much yearning, that I became jealous. I didn't know what I expected to find, but I knew that that boy was hers, and he and I had a deep connection. Look at the way he had run up to me and hugged my legs tightly. Plus, he looked exactly like me at that age.
Sharon had really grown some balls,Sharon three years ago, would have cried a river,went home and packed all her belongings to disappear. But this new Sharon was all composed, quickly pulled her ducks in a row and even threatened me without so much as butting her lashes.
I found the corner of my lips curving into a smile. Listening to my thoughts, it was clear that I had a lot of admiration for the love of my life. Where are they going? The quizzical thought had quickly wiped away the stupid grin I had mindlessly acquired. Sharon was running.
Was it possible that I had overestimated her, called her a worrior when she was still a flight risk Coward? Was she running from me again, going with that old man? I kind of found it offensive that she was with Lewis when he should have been with me, her man.
I was progressively hating Lewis as the time passed by. I had respected him so much for so long, but he turned out to be an ass biter. He had known about Sharon that whole time and didn't say anything to me.
I admit that we didn't mix business with personal, and I was the one that insisted on it, But that was only because he tried to fix me with some sad-hardworking-noble-intelligent woman. Oh, did I mention honorable? He kept pestering me to agree to meet that mysterious woman,when he knew very well that I had closed my heart, waiting for my Sharon.Conseq So I had to make him stop. In retrospect, I should have listened.
Still in the car, I saw Sharon laughing with Mr Luis and I suddenly got the urge to go into that building and drag her with her hair, out the door, (just anger talking, I would never hurt her). That laugh should have been mine.
Finally, I saw them, walking to her blue Chevrolet. What an ugly color for a woman’s car!I cringed at the sight. And relaxed a bit.
I followed their car, and we ended up back at the company. Sharon hurriedly got out and ran inside the building. I was about to run after her but realization that, she had left her children in the car without an adult supervision hit me. Impulsively, I started to go for that little boy- I thought that if I had him with me , Sharon would not have a choice but to spill, if she wanted him back.
Halfway to her car, I suddenly felt horrible about what I was about to do, kidnapping, therefore, I decided to deal with her first, husband and wife.
I hurriedly followed her into the building, taking the stairs.
The vicinity was almost deserted thus making it easy to maneuver without getting a hundred and one, marriage proposals thrown my way.Boy, those women did not care about anything-Not even the wedding ring I had been wagging in their faces, scared them.A few minutes later, I was outside her office. With the door slightly ajar, I was able to see her putting her things together. She had taken a photo frame, looked at it for a while before putting it in her bag. Then she took drawings from the wall, folded them nicely, before putting them away in the bag too. She was looking for something in the drawers and that was when I decided to make the grand entrance.
YOU ARE READING
Fated Love
Romance" I am sorry!" I apologized sobbing. I mean what else I could have done. He caught me red handed.so the only way out was to cry. It had worked for me for so many times that I have lost count." I didn't know how to tell you. I tried to quit but he ma...