Chapter 54
Chapter 54
I’ve been deceived, grew
Up
living a lie; the more I thought of it, the angrier I got, and the more I seemed to lose my breath as I was now exhaling loudly, trying to take in as much oxygen as possible.
“Cia, are you okay? You need to calm down, okay? I will help you uncover the truth; I promise you.” Noah said.
I knew he wasn’t lying and he could really uncover the truth; I mean, his working for the government gave him those skills, but it didn’t make me feel better because if there was anyone I trusted the most, it was Hazel, the woman I thought gave birth to me.
I literally married Logan for her!
I wanted to save her.
Now the reason Victoria didn’t give a shit about her kind of made sense.
“She had something important to tell me.” I said as I regained my senses, “Victoria, she said she had a deal for me.”
“Oh, it might be it.”
“I have to talk to her.”
“I don’t know, Tricia. You know how dangerous your aunt is; I can talk to her.”
“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything.” I was confident there because if Victoria wanted to kill me, she could have done that a long time ago; she had so many chances, which was weird as she hated me… why didn’t she kill me?
“Alright, but I will come with you.”
“That’s fine, thank you, Noah; I will call you once I’m ready, and please keep digging; I want to know everything.”
“And I will not rest until you know everything.”
“Goodnight,” I quickly ended the call, as I knew what came after that.
I really don’t know what was wrong with Noah, why he couldn’t move on; it was just a silly kiss, and it happened years ago. Of course, we talked about it. I made him understand I was just frustrated with Logan for ignoring/me, but he never believed me. In fact, he stopped seeing the girl he was seeing at that time, saying he couldn’t cheat on me.
This was something I never liked talking about, as I felt guilty, but who was to blame for all this? Logan of course. If he hadn’t neglected me, I wouldn’t have kissed Noah in the first place.
Returning to the call with Florence, I asked her to give me a day to think about what we could get from Shein, as mugs and plates were just not working. Ending the call with Florence, I got my computer and tried to write. I was starting another novel, and I’d been so caught up in all of this that I had forgotten my readers were waiting for a book.
Well, there was no inspiration as I kept typing and deleting since it wasn’t what I was looking for.
I don’t know how long I’ve been typing and deleting, but I was now frustrated and my head was beginning to hurt. Standing up, I put on my gown and walked downstairs. I needed a drink to process everything.
Yes, wine.
Wine always had a way of calming me.
Getting the bottle, I opened it and was going to get a glass when I changed my mind as I took it from there.
“Aaah,” I let out a satisfied moan; it was a little sour but good for my senses. I then rested my elbows on the kitchen counter as I thought for a second
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about my real family; were they perhaps searching for me? Or maybe they had forgotten about me; maybe they just didn’t… care?
The thought of them not caring made me raise the bottle, and I was about to go for another one when I heard Richard’s voice.
“H–hi.” I slowly turned and faced him; he was by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. “Do you want a glass?” I asked, and he shook his head Richard was not into drinking.
“But you do need a glass,” he said, and then he came to me. I was a little frozen as I didn’t even realize when he took the bottle from me or when he got a glass, let alone poured into it, as he was now handing me a glass saying it was safe to have wine in a glass, then the bottle itself, “It’s not polite for a woman to drink like a man,” he said, making me nod before bringing the lip of the glass to mine and having it within seconds.
“Is he asleep?” I asked as I placed the glass down.
“Yes,” he said, taking the glass and then rinsing it. I rested my back on the cupboard as I silently watched him put the bottle away, there was still wine, but I knew he wouldn’t allow me to finish it. “You called Renea?”
“Oh yes, I texted her; we really need her. I mean, Andreas-”
“I thought this would bring you two close… that motherly bond?”
“I know, but I need to do this; it’s my career, and I promise this time I will always be around. I will attend his events, pick him up, take him for ice cream- yes, I will do that–but he still needs Renea; we both do, in the kitchen…” Lwalked to him as he was resting his back on the kitchen counter.
“You know I can…” He swallowed hard as I was now in front of him, my fingers seductively tracing on his arms; I could tell he was feeling me, “Cook.”
“I know that, but I want you to focus on your father’s company; that’s why we came here, right?”
“But-”
“No buts, Richard, kiss me,” I said, and I will be honest, we haven’t made love for about a month now, or maybe more. I hadn’t been counting as I’ve been busy with being the CEO of Cooper Publishing and then my books and my own company. I don’t need to go into details as you must have already picked how I focused on my career more than family, my son, so sex must be the last thing.
The last time we had sex was when he was complaining; it was more of a force, as he didn’t want to do it when I was stressed, but I was tired of his complaints, so I forcefully made him do it–not force, I mean, just made myself irresistible, as he at first refused but gave in when he saw my body… he always did.
Well, Richard didn’t waste time now as he locked our lips together, and before I knew it, I was on the counter, and he was unbuttoning my shirt while my lips rested in the crook of his neck, moaning with the teasing as he left the buttons at times just to suck on my breast.
