Always In A Million Years

15

Hera McQueen

'Who told you to control now?' 

I wanted to say it out loud. I wanted to feel his lip on me, his hands on my body; but I didn't. I loosen my hold on his tie and relaxed back on the wall. I took a couple of deep breaths, calming my inner turmoil. My eyes flicker to his green orbs, which were wild with lust as they shift from my eyes to lips. 

"Zach?" I whispered, "I - we-" He placed his finger on my lips, stopping me to continue any further. "I know," H said, but didn't step back. His hand slide down to mine and bring them to his lips, "Let's get you inside." He took a step back, giving me space to open my door. 

I slide the card and typed the password on the keypad, the door opened with a click. I turned around, "Would you like to come in for some drink?" I asked Zach, pushing the door wide open.  He shook his head, "No, I should get going." he replied, "I will pick you up at 10, we can have breakfast before meeting the planner." 

I nodded, "Sounds good to me." 

"Good night Hera, "He placed a kiss on my cheeks. 

"Good night Zach." I watch him as he enters the elevator, I waved him bye as the door slide shut.   I locked the door and made my way towards the bedroom. 

When I slide into my covers, then it hit me, every moment that had happened today. My growing attraction towards Zachary, the One Million bid, date with Nicholas Thomson. Note: Call Dylan first thing in the morning. I know he was looking out for me, and I shouldn't have talked to him like that.

Before slumbering, my mind drifts to certain green eyes. Zachary, what are you doing to me?  

***

Zachary Deighton

I slide inside the car after leaving Hera's apartment. 

'Fuck!'

 I loosened my tie while relaxing back on the seat. Hera is fucking with my brains at the whole new level. I would be lying if I say I'm not attracted to her. I have been attracted to many ladies in the past, but no one had made me feel like I feel about Hera when she is around and more when she is not. 

I sighed.

"Who were the reporters lurking around?" I asked Dex, my driver/bodyguard for the night. 

"They ran off before I could catch them." He replied, "If I may sir, they didn't look like usual reporters we encounter." I furrowed my brows, I know Hera and McQueen family keep it discreet about their personal life. There is a slim chance of anyone locate her place. 

Who could it be? 

Then it hit me, "Find them. I have a doubt they work for Nicholas Thomson." I ordered. 

The clock hit 7 when I got down, ready to start my day. 

"Good Morning Mr. Deighton." Bill wished, "I will get your breakfast ready."

"Just coffee and some pastries." I slide on one of the chairs at the breakfast bar.

"Master Deighton, your mother has given me good guidance to provide you healthy diet and not leaving- "

"I am having breakfast with someone in a couple of hours." I cut his trail of all the instruction mother has given him. 

"Oh? very well." I looked down at my phone scrolling through the stock market, deliberately ignoring his prey's eyes.

My phone rang notifying my father's call. "Hello dad," I answered. 

"-let me do the talking - Hello, son. How are you doing?" He asked in an unexpected joyful tone, I could hear my mum's voice in the background.

"I am doing alright. What is going on with you two?" I prayed, "Hello, mom!" I wished, well aware the phone is on speaker. 

"Good morning Zach! How was your night? I heard you went to Kushner charity event last night." 

"It was alright..?" I replied, little skeptical with their sudden interest. 

"That's good to hear. Does something happen we should know about?" She further inquires.

My father grumbled, "Way to go subtle, Liza."

"Shut up, Richard. I'm doing better than your cheerleader's voice.

"It's way too early for you both to play games with me. I have places to be. Good day and don't forget to take your meds." I said, was about to cut the call over their argument, when I heard

"Now how would we know if strike one was successful or not?" mom asked.

"There is only one way to find out," Dad grunted.

I shook my head, not putting an effort to understand these two. My parents have an incomparable relationship I have ever heard so far. My dad was head over heels since the day he saw my mother entering the college cafe, back in his early 20s. My mother being goal-oriented throughout the college, it took him three years to convince her to go on a date with him. And another two years, to kneel on his knee and ask her to marry. The rest is history and here they are in their 50s and still very much in love.

Speaking of love, my thought slipped towards a certain brunette with striking blue eyes. 

**

Third Person POV

  The living hall was silent, occasional noise of cutlery was heard. 

"This is ridiculous!" Roger McQueen finally broke the silence. He threw the photos on the table. 

"Tell me about it. I couldn't figure out whether the plan was successful or not." Richard spoke.

"On one hand, Zach and Hera went in and took off together. The auction was held, Hera got the bid, yet Zach is not her date." Maria stated. "Could anyone please tell me what happened at the fundraiser? The spy we hire was good for nothing. They couldn't pass through the security check." She relaxed back on the sofa and took a sip from her coffee cup.

"Don't stress when Liza is here," Liza exclaimed while walking in from the foyer. 

" I just got off from the call with Lexi. She filled me into what happened at the event." 

"You told her about our plan?" Richard inquire. 

"Pfft! No. I just ask her about yesterday and she told me everything." She replied, "Now do you want to hear what happened?" Everyone nodded. 

"Dorota, dear could you please make some tea for us," Liza called out for her maid and settle on one of the couches. 

"Everything was smooth until the auction came. Zach bid on Hera - $500,000 is what he reached."

"Did he really put $500,000 on my Hera?" Maria asked, shocked to hear that some fundraizing event went that high. 

"Yes, he did. He almost got it, but then someone bid One Million dollars, taking everyone by surprise." All three of them gasp.

"One Million? Who did it?" Richard asked.

"Richard you would not believe it when I tell you, he is no other than Nicholas Thomson". 

"Who is Nicholas Thomson?" Maria asked.

"He is a very well known businessman of San Francisco, and also worldwide. I heard a lot of good works and the projects he had done." Roger replied to his wife. "What I don't understand is, why would someone like him bid that high on Hera? Do you know who he is?" He asked the Deighton's.

Liza snort, "Do we know who he is? "

"He is a troublemaker in my son's life."

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