Handcuffed Heiress

15. Return

15. Return

Kaitlyn-Rose
"Ms. Paxton, the jet will be ready for takeoff soon."
"Thank you Abdul." I sat in the VIP lounge looking over some sketches. These designs would be the first I launch once I take over Accosi International. The past four years have been an eye opener for me. I finished a double degree in Business and Law in two years and went on to do my MBA for another year. After my three years of University I left London to attend design school in Paris. It was the best decision I've ever made and it made my mum very happy. Actually both parents were happy with the decisions I made. I did what they both wanted and also what I wanted. I'm not going to pretend it was easy. The first year of university was the hardest for me. I partied a lot, got into trouble, got arrested a few times and even did drugs. As promised, my parents didn't intervene, not even when I desperately wanted them to. They left me on my own. I couldn't blame them really. The only good decision I made was to invest two hundred and fifty out of the three hundred million I got for my shares. At the end of the first year it doubled. I reinvested that for a second year and that doubled too. I earned my first billion at the age of twenty in my second year of university. And now two years after, that amount has tripled. I was proud of myself. But what made it even better was that I had a good man at my side.

***Flashback ***
It was another night of partying and another night of getting wasted. The good thing about me is that those things never affected my grades. I was thankful for that. I had made a promise with Kei that I would keep out of trouble. I was hoping to keep my word. Another trip to campus police wouldn't do me any good. And another headline in the tabloids about the out of control heiress wouldn't do me any favours either.

That night I had been doing little drugs, not too much but enough to turn deadly. That's when I met him. At the time I didn't know the meeting wasn't coincidental, but he told me later on. "You might want to go easy on the drinks. Alcohol and drugs never go well together."
"I don't know what you're talking about." His blue eyes stared me down calling my bullshit. I looked him over appreciating what I saw. "Are you a reporter?"
"Nope. I'm just a guy who is interested in a girl." I laughed. "Like I've never heard that before."
"You might have, but you've never heard it from me before. That's the difference."
"Smooth, real smooth." I started coughing. Something felt off. I coughed again. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I think so." There was another cough. "Excuse me." I jumped up and headed for the nearest restroom still coughing. This was not good. I sensed he was following me. My coughing got worse. Fingers wrapped around the top of my arm. A shiver ran down my body. "What did you take?"
"Listen, I don't you and I don't think it's a good idea to discuss things like these with people I don't know." My fingers clutched my chest as the coughing got worse. He shook me. "Tell me what you took. You might be having a reaction." I honestly never thought of that. I looked at him a little scared. "What was it?"
"Opium," I lied. "You're lying. Heroin doesn't make you cough. What was it?" He shook me again. I was scared.

"Abdul!" He bellowed and a tall Middle Eastern man appeared. "Yes sir?"
"Get the car. We need to go to a hospital." Hospital? I started struggling against him. "No, no hospital. I can't go to a hospital."
"Now is not the time to be worrying about the media, Kaitlyn-Rose!"
"How do you know my name?" I coughed again. Somehow he had managed to steer me out the back entrance where a car was waiting. Was he going to kidnap me? Maybe if I pretend to pass out they'll get scared and leave me. I coughed again. They got me in the car not without some scrapes and bruises to them though. I would not go down so easily. "The hospital now, Abdul."
"No!" I started hyperventilating. "No hospitals. I'm...I'm scared of hospitals." If I was going to die it would not be in a hospital.They conversed in a strange language for a few minutes. The driver was clearly against whatever decision had been made.

"How do you know my name?" He sighed. "I'm a friend of your mother's." That was even worse than being a reporter. "Did she send you here?"
"Your mother didn't send me here. I came here because I was curious."
"Who are you?" I coughed again. "Are you really asking me questions in your current situation?"
"My situation has nothing to do with your name."
"Now I'm even more intrigued. Of course you'd be suspicious." He was silent for a while. "I'm Phoenix Maddox. I do believe my sister is engaged to your brother." I coughed some more but didn't respond. My eyes started drooping. Not long after that I fell asleep.
***End flashback***