The Anonymous

Chapter 34: The Greenwich Mansion

The next morning, I decided to pack my bags for the trip to Connecticut. Jérôme invited everyone down for a weekend of fun. I spent the rest of the week heavily researching everyone on my missing list. This weekend getaway will serve as a celebration of his progress within Westworth Investment. Ever since he became CEO, he took great strides in revamping the company. Jérôme worked diligently at Westworth Investment. I hardly saw him, and that was OK. I remember when Ashton first left, my life felt so different without him. Jérôme did his part in making sure I was OK. Jérôme even gifted me a new phone. He helped me, and my mom moved into my new apartment and also offered to give me a job at his company, which I kindly rejected. 

Around noon I was all pack. Jérôme was parked outside, waiting in a black Range Rover. Inside the car was a blonde-headed guy in the passages seat—a guy and seated next to me.

"Hey, thanks."

"No problem." "Sorry for the change of plans. I didn't feel like going on the road trip thing."

"It's alright."

"Hi, Aeon. I'm Dante Ramsey." said the guy next to me.

He was very handsome; his skin was so clear and smooth, deep dark brown. With model-like bone structure. Dante had a low-cut fade; He wore a black leather jack over his black sweatshirt; he seemed like a pretty laid-back guy.

"Hey, nice to meet you."

"Oh, hey, I'm Bradley Wilson. The blonded guy upfront barely turned his head.

"And, I'm sure you remember me," a voice from behind me said.

"Kendal," I said, not turning around to meet her.

"So how is Ashton?" he seems to be enjoying himself with Amanda Eastwood. I heard what sounded like Kendal's friend. Now that I got my memory back, I remember them from Club Lights doing coke. I'll make a mental note of that for later.

"And who are you?" I said, turning my head slightly. I just got into the car, and already I'm being bombarded with shadiness. "So, the shade has already begun." I voiced out loud.

"Christine, stop. " Jérôme said. From the driver's seat.

"Yeah, just ignore her," Bradley said.

Dante didn't say anything.

We arrived at JFK airport. Since I already checked-in beforehand in the car, all I had to do was drop off my bags. Once we did that, we walked throw the airport in search of the appropriate terminal number: D51. After that, I separated from the group to get some coffee and a light snack. I was waiting in line at the duty-free store. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. To my surprise, it was Bradley; he too had a snack in hand.

"Hey," he said.

We were face to face now and he was undeniably handsome; his light blond hair was very noticeable, his eyes matched with his bright blue sweatshirt. Bradley's impeccable bone structure was flawless as well; his tan skin, well-defined lips made him look even more dreamy. I always had a hard time trusting gorgeous people. I barely trusted Ashton. I'm sure he has this effect on all the ladies.

"Hi," I said awkwardly, not sure if he followed me or not.

"I didn't want you to go off on your own, so I followed you." He admitted.

Well, at least his truthful. "I was expecting that type of behavior from Jérôme," I said playfully.

"Yeah, whenever he's around Kendal, he automatically bends to her will."I chuckled.

"But he's a good friend of yours, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, since Ashton left, he's been pretty helpful. Even got me a new phone."