Chained to Mr. Billionaire

TRUTH OR LIES?

"It's a disgrace, I was misplaced. Born in a wrong time and in a wrong place"
-Courtney Parker (Her last words)

I was standing in the middle of the street, holding out an open umbrella above my head. The wind was blowing so hard that it made me question why was I only wearing a short dress and a heel. It was raining so hard that creates a deafening sound. Yet here I am standing in the front door of the cafe, blinking twice with my eyes on the glass windows. Staring at no one in particular. I was suppose to meet Marko today even if my mind was against it at all but now I couldn't bring myself to walk inside and face his lying ass face.

Hell, I look even madder. People may say I am stalking someone from the shop since the New Yorkers were already rushing as they cross the street to another. Some were already soaked due to the rain and some were not. But specifically, they are far from wearing a clothing that is similar to mine. They all must have anticipated the weather forecast today. Unlike me, I had only been distracted from the past twenty-four hours. I had messaged Marko to meet me at five in the afternoon in this coffee shop.

And by forty-four I had only gotten out of Andre's scolding sessions. Miles however, was the one to calm Andre down because I had been dazed along the photoshoots. In the time I rushed into making it in the shop, I was already ten minutes late. Including how I was standing here like an idiot stalker or some kind of paparazzi without its camera or pen and paper. But I still see him. In his suit and tie, sitting confidently in the chair as he glance on his watch back and forth. Waiting impatiently or maybe he was losing hope that I would show up.

There's only couple of steps to back out but I wouldn't want to be a coward anymore. I told Shane I would confront him and hear whatever reasons he say. I would know if he would be lying but he was a great actor. He had lied to me but I never even looked back to it. But this time, I would gather all my strength to ask. Him and my Uncle. Maybe even Rachel for that matter. I have a right to know the truth. But as I said I just don't know if I could handle it.

Before I think twice, I walk another couple steps to the front door and reached for the handle. I took a deep breath before I pull it open and then the bell chimed as I did so. Some people looked at me as I entered the shop. I was half soaked already but I could care less about it. I felt my stomach churns and my heart pumping loudly with every step I take. My eyes staring at the back of his head. I only noticed right now that his hair were almost turning completely gray.

It maybe due to stress or to his age. I don't know his birthday and what year he was born since he never even opened himself to me. He doesn't celebrate his birthday with me either. I only have vivid memory with my Grandmother talking about Marko. I gripped my bag before I take another step near his table and then pulled out the chair across him. I didn't wait for him to speak as I immediately sat across him. His face looked like he hadn't been sleeping well. Dark eye-bags, slightly paled face, and eyes looking bloodshot.

"Tell me, Did the Journalists said the truth about you?" I interrogated without another thought of greeting him or at least wait for him to speak. My hands were placed in my lap as I grip at my skirt without alarming him that I wasn't at all yet ready to face the truth but I have to. He frowned at me as he look like he wasn't at all expecting to hear it from me. His hands remained in the both side of the table.

I waited for him to speak this time. Even if itches me to demand for him to just be straightforward and tell me right now. I don't want to waste any more time with him. This man ruined my childhood. He controls me without his affection towards me. Yet I also couldn't believe myself I gave him a chance to make him prove to me that it wasn't at all true, which I hopefully isn't. But it was questionable, I had to be ready for the worst or he'd see me through my act that I am just the depressed little girl that was waiting for guidance.