Chapter 20: Alpha Brian POV

I left work at about six pm, and on my way home, my assistant called, "Alpha, don't forget the dinner and drinks for B&NWalt this evening." I told her, "Affirmative," and drove to the venue. I got a faint whiff of her vanilla honey scent as I entered the hotel doors. Is she back in New York and staying at this hotel? Damian is getting excited. He said, "Mate, mate!" I approached the bar, and her scent grew stronger. I said, "Wait a minute! Only one person invited to this private event other than shareholders, the general manager of the Cayman Islands Company, and B&NWALT signed the contract today. Could the general manager be her? After all these years, she was hiding out in the Cayman Islands. How did she hide herself there, and who erased her existence so no one could trace her? Did her parents know that is where she was? If they did, why didn't they inform me where she was?"

My eyes popped open wide when I saw her. She was as beautiful as ever and sporting a tan that the whole world may envy. Her golden dress was perfectly fitted on her now curvy, tanned body. She was the epitome of health and beauty. I could see her well-defined arms, back, breasts, and butt with a tiny tapered waist. I bet if she stripped, she would sport a girlie's abs. I was drinking up this beauty with my eyes and couldn't get enough of her. She had the same effect on all the unattached males there as well. Even the bartender looked at her intensely. When Damian saw this, he became overly possessive and said, "Mine!" with a deep growl in my throat. I said, "I know, buddy, but we have to wait." As she observed my presence, she disappeared toward the washroom, and I didn't see her back until my opening speech. As I opened my mouth to speak, My breath was caught in my throat. I cleared my throat and delivered my speech. I watched her approach the head table and thought she was coming to sit at my right hand. The spot is reserved for my mate only. Silly me, I felt everything would be like four years ago.

She sat beside Lawyer Theodore Jackson but kept her head lowered through the meal. She was deliberately avoiding my eyes. I saw him trying to engage her in conversation, but she kept placing food in her mouth, so she didn't offer many replies. My mate is brilliant and would not bait my wolf to react if she engages with anyone but him. I could feel Damian discontent at her being seated next to another man. I calmed him down, and he rested in my mind. I wanted to walk across the table, grab her, and place her on my lap where she belonged. However, all my thoughts and needs must wait until I can talk with her.

Bonnie did not linger to chat with anyone; after dinner, I saw her bolting to the building entrance, trying to exit quickly. I excused myself from the group of men I was chatting with and walked to her. With one arm around her waist, I stood behind her and guided her to the back exit door. I knew the valet would have my car revving as I got there. The valet loved driving my cars whenever they had the opportunity. I did not say a word and opened the passenger seat for her. She did not resist as I gave her a gentle shove, and she sat in the passenger seat.

We did not speak as I entered the driver's seat and sped to Central Park. I drove to the very end of the parking lot, where there were hardly any cars and stopped. I had so many questions to ask her, but first, I wanted to quench this insatiable thirst I had for over four years. I pushed back my car seat, grabbed Bonnie, and placed her on my lap where she belonged.

Before she could open her mouth, mine was on top of hers. I licked her voluptuous lips, and she gasped but put up no resistance, thanks to the mate bond. Before she guessed my intention, my tongue was dancing with hers. She was caught off guard but responded well. We intensified the kiss, and she gave as much as she received. As we exchanged tongues, I tasted her honey flavour; my mind reeled back to that fated night. I stilled for a while, but having Bonnie in my arms takes precedence over everything else. I was determined for this meeting to be meaningful. When we seemed to have exhausted our facial muscles, I continued to caress her back and arms while she did the same. Our breathing was laboured with desire, but I knew I had to stop here for now. I lay on the extended car seat with Bonnie on top of me with her head resting on my chest. I love this position. Just having her close enough was making me calm again.

With a pounding heart and heightened senses, I asked her in my husky voice, "Honey, where did you go for those four years? " I searched for you for months, and then I gave up. She was hesitant to answer. She said I did not want you to find me. I felt terrible to hear her say that. So I asked her why, and she did not reply; instead, she replied in her sweet Scottish voice, "My best friend and Buddies were opening The CBC IT business in the Cayman Islands, so I went to help them. I asked, "Why couldn't I find a trace of you?" She said, "My buddy Cal has a hacker friend working at Cayman Airways, and he removed my name from the manifesto as soon as the plane landed in the Cayman Islands, removing all trace of me ever travelling from JFK International Airport to that destination." It took one little hack to remove my mate from the grid.

By this time, I was livid; I asked, "Didn't you think your parents would worry? What about me worrying about you?"

She said her parents found out where she was about two months later. Callum went to Europe, and on his way back, he flew to Edinburgh to let her parents know that she was safe with the brothers in the Cayman Islands. Bonnie said," I speak to them regularly." I was disappointed that her dad did not let me know where she was, although he knew I was worried about her. She told me that Cal asked her parents not to tell anyone where she was located, and their solidarity was with their daughter and no one else.

She was worried now that she had to work at B&NWALT and what will be the repercussions for her actions so many years ago. I told her she has nothing to worry about, but she may be concerned about the proximity we will be working at. I told her, "Bonnie, you have an office next to mine in B&NWALT. " She asked me to give her an outline of how related the companies were and if I manage both companies.

I told her I am one of the CEOs of B&NWALT and I am chairman for Walters New York and BWLT, our subsidiary company. My main office was in the new Walters New York Building in Manhattan, which took up a whole block.

My explanation was during the years Bonnie was missing, I spent a few months in a crazy search for her. In the meantime, I was working to my bones, eating and sleeping at the office. During that time, the business prospered and had the most growth. As time passed, the fear, hurt, and anger dissipated a little at a time.

Hard work and the right opportunity gave birth to B&NWALT. It was owned by Nathan and me, who placed all the money he saved into the capital for this company. This company absorbs other international companies and offers them an opportunity to buy only five per cent of our stocks. This will ensure that our stocks are global instead of local. So, our profit sharing depends on the New York Stock Exchange and other Stock exchange markets.

I also told her that my office in the new Walters Building was fitted with a bedroom, lounge, dressing room and bathroom to give me access to these facilities when I work late at night. I added a gym to the basement so employees can work out after hours or on their midday breaks. Many nights, I spent hours of tears punching bags because I was so angry with myself for hurting her. Surprised, She looked at me, but I could not read her thoughts. I saw her surprised expression only. I told her that her office was being designed the next day so she could take the day off and rest.

The next day, I asked my secretary to design Bonnie's office with champagne colour blinds and everything in cherry wood because I found out those were her favourite colours. Bonnie did not know that her office was connected to mine via a connecting door. I cannot wait to see the surprise on her face when she gets to the office.