Chapter 7

Weston halted immediately and flushed red. He felt anger rippling within him. "You…you slapped me, Elodre?!!" His lips trembled as he clenched his fist. No girl, no f*ckin creature with a p*ssy had ever raised her hand against him, much less hit him.

Sitting on the floor, she was burying her face between her raised knees, sobbing uncontrollably yet she was listening until Weston remained silent for a while before the door shut mildly. She raised her head but couldn't see based on how blurry her sights were. He was gone! Elodre felt miserable and void. Now she was alone. Alone with Cayden.

God knows she won't be able to face him.

****

After crying for a couple of hours her head was aching excruciatingly. With puffy, bloodshot heavy eyes, she rose to her feet, staggering a few steps away before regaining stamina as she felt a whirling sensation in her head.

Placing her right hand on her burning forehead, she winced, looked across the living room, and noticed Raiden was asleep on a sofa.

Oh, my poor boy.

She could remember that he'd been crying throughout the scenario but she just couldn't pay attention to him at that moment of agony and chaos. He must have cried to sleep as no one paid attention to him.

She walked over, sat on the sofa, and observed him. As she did, her eyes began to sting again, igniting a burning sensation in them as tears welled up, and then she sniffled.

Raiden was supposed to be a bundle of joy to her. She was supposed to see reasons for happiness and hope whenever she looked at him, instead, he was the contrary. She shouldn't have listened to Weston when he encouraged her to keep the pregnancy. She should have gotten rid of the baby from the onset even before Cayden could notice. But she kept the pregnancy.

Elodre was full of regrets and anguish. She shut her eyes and let the tears flow freely. She was vulnerable now. There was no atom of strength in her anymore. She was a weak mess at this point.

Shortly, Cayden's words began to replay in her head. He'd said that she was the greatest mistake he'd ever made. She wept. He'd brought up that hurtful memory of her inlaws. And now Cayden has seen reasons to believe all that his mother had said against her–now he believes she'd slept with both Weston and his dad, Ryan Brooks, one of the commanding billionaires in town.

From the onset, they believed she wanted their son because of his wealth. It was just Weston and her husband that ever treated her like a fellow human, but now…she'd lost them. She'd lost the love, trust, and hope. She was nothing less than a wreck. She wondered what would become of her, plus what her mother-in-law would say.

***

Furiously, Weston was punching the steering, propelling the horn which attracted attention from other men in black suits in the parking lot.

He was now at the building where clients met with the president, but before he arrived the president was gone and the contract was given to someone else.

Fuuuck! Damn it!!

He was enraged, looking wild and restless as his hair was disarranged, fringing over his forehead.

"Easy pissy, guy!" Josh, a charming tall guy in a suit, said from a few distance and the other guys around talked along.

Restlessly, Weston held his head in his palm and let out a rough raging groan.

F*ck it!

The feeling hurt so badly and was driving him nuts.

Now whose fault is it?! Elodre! She caused it! She made him lose a full-blown contract! A goddamn contract! How come he forgot?!

With furrowed brows, he started the car engine and reversed with so much pace, he almost collided with the other exotic cars around but he didn't care. He never gave a f*ck! Having reversed and about to exit the lot, he accelerated the car pace such that it flew directly towards the guys clustering in front and they instantly jumped out of the way, marveling.

"Hey, bro!"

"Comm'n dude!! What's up?!!"

"Take it easy…" They continued while Weston zoomed off into the sterile four-lane road.

"That guy is pretty crazy as f*ck! Jeez!!" Josh said, dusting his suit.

"That's why he didn't get the contract," Fred said and they chuckled.

" Thought he wasn't coming anymore," Glen said.

"Yeah, likewise," Fred said. "Then why he be so mad? Twas his fault anyways."

***

Jigyasa, a tall slim brown-haired girl in a sleeveless short black bodysuit gown and silver heels walked amid other guys to Josh and his friends. She had a black spec on.

"Hey, Josh!" She smiled up at him.

"Hey, Jigyasa!" Josh winked at her.

"Hi, guys!" She greeted the other guys.

"Urrm, I thought I saw Weston around here a few seconds ago. Where did he go?" She took a glance around and then looked up at the guys.

"Yeah, bruh just drove off…"

"Drove off?" Damn. She bit her lower lip. She took a few steps backward and was about to walk away when someone grasped her wrist and she paused. "Hey!!" She frowned up at Josh.

"Hey."

"Comm'n bro, " Fred teased him and chuckled along with Glen.

He pulled her hand mildly and they walked a few distances away from each other.

"What?" She lifted her green eyes at him.

"Do you mind if we take a ride to a sit-out?" He smiled at her revealing his adorable dimple.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Again? I thought we'd talked about this before."

"I hoped you were gonna change your mind…and since then I never got to communicate with you anymore."

"Josh, but you know my man…"

"I love you…

" Josh, please!" She attempted to pull away from him but his grasp upon her wrist was firm. Then her eyes railed from his short glittering stylish black hair, his thin red lips to his broad and wide shoulders and chest. His suit was well-tailored, revealing his rich structure. She quickly looked away and said, "Josh stop."

But he held another, fixing his sexy brown eyes directly into her eyes. "Josh to…

" Jigyasa??!!" That familiar voice shook her whole body and she jerked away from Josh. Shutting her eyes, she prayed it wasn't him, but…

"Jigyasa??!!" It sounded louder and her heart skipped a bit. It was him! She turned around and found Weston standing by his black Puma a few distances away.