Chapter 21: Chapter 21

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That same Saturday night, I went to the club with Keith and most of my friends from the fraternity.

Most of us had succeeded in getting our desired jobs and saw it as a perfect reason to celebrate. I couldn't say no to the guys. They wouldn't even let me.

We went to one of the most popular clubs in town. And once there, we reserved the VIP section with the best champagne, wine and tequila.

We drank and laughed.

"Dudes, we're all gonna be rich and successful! It's a fucking fact!" Jon, one of the guys said, half drunk. We all laughed and agreed. We all were quite drunk to an extent.

"Cheers!!" I said and raised my glass.

"Cheers!" they all replied and raised their glasses too before taking long sips.

"Dude, (hiccup) you should get drunk often." Tim said, referring to me while filling his glass.

"Yeah, you laugh and smile more when you drink your dead ass out!"

The boys burst out laughing and I joined them.

"Shut up." I said weakly with a smile. "I wouldn't be here if y'all didn't force me..."

"You needed it, buddy." Keith said, patting my shoulder.

The boys drank some more but I didn't join. I leaned into my chair and closed my eyes. I was tipsy and the alcohol threatened to get a greater part of me. I couldn't let that happen. I had to drive my ass back home safely.

"Hey dude, you daydreaming?" one of the boys teased and they all laughed at me. I opened my eyes and smirked at them.

"Just trying to increase my chances of living tonight. And y'all should do same. And drop the drinks. We all got cars."

"Man you're strong." Tim said.

"Even drunk, you're still a killjoy." Keith teased and we all laughed. "Relax, buddy. Everything's gonna be fine." he added.

"Oh, I know what can relax us all." Jon said with a mischievous grin before standing and leaving the VIP section.

Some moments later, he returned with six pretty girls.

"Oooooh! Now you're talking!" Nate said happily before pulling over one of the girls to sit on his lap, "You're gonna make daddy proud tonight, aye?"

The girl bit her lip seductively and caressed his arms and shoulders.

"Of course."

Each of the guys took a girl.

"Hey, Ace! This one's for you!" Keith pushed over the last but most beautiful girl to me. She came over and sat on my lap.

"Guys, I–" I started but was interrupted by Nate.

"You nothing, bro! You Nada! Dude what's your problem?? " he asked and they laughed.

"Dude, you've had sex only once! That's almost still being a virgin. Give it another try. I mean look at that hottie. She's darn ready."

"Yeah. We gave you the prettiest. Dude, don't waste your luck."

I rolled my eyes. I had had sex more than once in my life and that was just because at times I had to fulfill my desires. I was still human. Nothing special. It wasn't something I thought one should brag about and the fact that I never spoke of it, the guys thought I'd only had sex once. Keith even teased me saying I'd never even had it.

The thing is, I hadn't found a girl that could drive me and my senses crazy during sex. And so, it was always boring on my side, yet the girls I'd made out with had described me as the best they'd ever had. I gave them the pleasure they wanted, yet, I didn't receive it in return.

"Fine. If I give in, promise you idiots won't try to force me to make out with more girls." I said.

"We swear, dude." they replied in chorus. Fucking liars.

"Fine."

The girl on my lap looked at me and slowly gave her lip a lick.

"Good choice, hottie." she caressed my chest.

"Now that that's done, I heard the club's got private cabinets. Here!" Matt said taking out some condoms from his pocket and aiming one at each of us.

"Now let's get to work." they all left the VIP section with their girls. The girl on my lap stood up and held my hand. She then led me out of the section too.

***

I woke up Sunday morning as tired as ever. I got out of bed and went straight to the shower. As I showered, my back hurt a little. I remembered how the girl at the club had drug her sharp nails into my back when we were in the private cabinets. She was crazy.

I soon finished cleaning up.

I hoped for the day to pass on quickly. I was more than ready for Monday.

***

Monday at last. I woke up at five thirty. Work started at seven. I couldn't be late the first day.

I brushed my teeth, shaved my beard and lil mustache off a little, took a shower and got ready. I wore a grey suit. I sprayed some perfume, combed and arranged my hair before going downstairs.

I served myself an espresso and sat down to drink. I thought. Would I be meeting Heather? Would she recognise me? Because so far, none of them had recognised me.

Just thinking of her made me nervous. I hadn't been nervous in a long time. The Heather I saw on those pictures was so beautiful. I wondered what she would look like if she was in front of me.

I'd made out with a lot of girls but had never officially dated one. I'd tried but couldn't last in a relationship. Maybe because I always thought of my childhood, and the beautiful flower that made some part of it good.

I'd not only come to revenge. I'd come back for Heather. I promised I would. Had she forgotten?

*

Heather's POV:

I woke up at six on Monday morning. I was really tired. I was always late for work because I had a lot of my personal stuff to do. Plus, an advantage of working with your family was, you couldn't be fired.

I lazily got out of bed and went straight to Sawyer's room. She was worse than me. If I didn't wake her up, she might go to work at even ten.

I entered her room.

"Sawyer." I yawned, "Sawyer, get up." I shook her. She sighed and backed me. "Sawyer, mom's gonna be pissed."

"So?" she said, tired.

"Get up. I don't want her yelling. Do you?"

Sawyer opened her eyes.

"Probably not." she grumbled and sat up.

"Plus, you're in charge of showing the new employee around and his office."

"Oh! I forgot!" Sawyer jumped out of bed and ran straight into the bathroom.

My job done, I left her room.

I returned into mine and went to brush my teeth. I then went to the bedroom where I picked up my agenda to note an important meeting I should not forget.

Immediately I opened it, I fell on that picture. His picture. Sheridan at age eleven. My eyes watered. I had stolen that picture from his bag in the room he used to share with his dad. By then he'd already been sent to sleep in the stable. He looked happy on it. He had a bright smile as he posed with a brown horse.

Memories of the past returned. How much he'd suffered. Tears rolled down my cheeks. My mother was a wicked, selfish woman. And till date, my love for her had decreased. I'd become quite cold towards her. That company wasn't ours. The house wasn't ours.

I sobbed. Sheridan had never returned since the night he escaped. The sheriff had organised searches but he was no where to be found. Mom believed he was dead and that made her glad. I refused it! I refused to believe he was. He couldn't be.

I cried silently to myself. He had to come back. He had to! To get his property back! To get me!

Honestly, I'd lost hope. He was a childhood crush who'd disappeared. I wiped my tears away and closed the agenda. I had to get over him.

***

Ace's POV:

At seven, I was already at PW. I went straight to Christina's office.

"Good morning." I greeted her.

"Good morning, Ace. On time."

"As usual."

She smirked.

"Nice. Hope you'll be helpful to us as much as possible."

"I will."

"You will have to learn how to smile often too. Don't want you scaring clients and visitors away."

"I won't scare them away." I still didn't smile.

"Okay, then. Let me call Sawyer. She'll show you your office and around."

She picked up the office phone and called sawyer.

Some minutes later, Sawyer appeared.

"Show him his office."

She turned to me.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Let's go then."

I followed her silently out of the office.

She made me visit all parts and offices of the company that I needed to know about.

"That's Heather's office. My older sister." she pointed at a door. I felt my heartbeat increase.

"Is she there?"

"Nope. She'll surely be here by eight. Always late."

Heather? Always late? It didn't seem like her.

We went on and finally she brought me to my big office. I was quite surprised. It was bigger than most of the ones I'd seen. Only for a secretary? It had an A.C, a TV, mini fridge, office table, a chic leather chair and much more.

"Cool right?" Sawyer asked.

"Quite."

She looked at me.

"Don't you ever smile?"

"I do. With the right people."

She raised a brow.

"Interesting." she smirked. She had the same smug smirk that always looked like she was provoking someone, just like when we were kids. And it definitely still annoyed me.

She soon left the office.

I settled down and relaxed. They would call if they needed anything.

*

An hour later, while I was watching some videos on the internet, the office phone rang. Probably my first errand. I picked the call.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello. Is this the new secretary?"

"Yes, ma'am." It was a female voice.

"Okay. I need you to get some documents from the company's archives and give me. Ask them to give you the documents concerning the company's profit level and then bring them to my office."

"Sure. Your name?"

"Heather Welds."

Goosebumps took over my body.

"I'm waiting sir. Please, hurry."

And with that, she hung up.

Without wasting any time, I left my office and found my way to the archives where I got the documents. I then took the elevator up to the floor on which Heather's office was.

I reached her door and knocked.

"Enter."

I did. Her chair was facing the windows.

I walked towards her table with the documents.

"Here, ma'am." I said.

She slowly turned in her chair and stretched her hand out to collect the documents. She was the most beautiful young woman I'd seen. She was even better face to face than on pictures.