Chapter 83 Eighty Three
OWEN WINTERS
A night to the wedding.
This night determined everything.
My plan was in place and all that remained was to execute them.
I sat by the pool waiting for Lucille to show up. She was three minutes late and I didn't blame her, if someone told me to pack all I could and to inform my girlfriend to do so without giving me a reason, I would hesitate. I chuckled at my lie knowing who I was.
Lucille was Lucille after all.
Just then I saw her figure as she walked towards my direction. A small bag in hand.
“You're getting smart, I can see,” I said and she shrugged standing in front of me.
I stood straightening my trousers. “You're late.”
“I'm just three minutes late, Mr. Aren't you the one who comes late just to make an entrance?” She fired back, making me throw my head in laughter.
“You're clearly obsessed with me,” I said. She rolled her eyes before replying, “The only thing I'm obsessed about is leaving!”
The time on my watch said 11:00 pm, which meant time wasted. I needed to get this thing done and prepare for the big day tomorrow. “I want you to leave Paris,” I announced.
Lucille's eyes said everything. Her brows shot up, then tilted. Her jaw tightened, then loosened slightly. She blinked, searching my face like she didn’t know whether to yell or cry in despair.
I ran my fingers through my hair waiting for her to say something, but she seemed too stunned to speak, so I did.
“I did some research on where your father doesn't have a hold on, and there is quite a lot to my surprise…” I explained handing her a piece of paper.
Lucille folded her arms in annoyance. “You expect me to leave Paris without notice? That's the worst idea ever! Father would definitely find me,” she whined, slapping her hand over her temple leaving a red mark there.
“No, it's not. I analyzed everything — the chances of being caught, the advantages and fucking consequences, Lucille-” I moved closer to her and bent my face so our noses touched. Moving past her lips, I whispered into her ear.
“Except you want to marry me. Just a little reminder, I'm quite toxic.” I muttered, retreating back to where I stood before… away from her.
She shrugged, accepting her fate. Her eyes met with the piece of paper, she folded it neatly and clutched it like it was her only gateway. It was.
“So you're that scared of me?” I teased loving this.
“Who knows?”
I let out a small laugh and my face returned to its former expression.
Lucille stared up at me for sometime as if searching for something she would never find.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked.
“Doing what?”
She sucked her lower lip before speaking, “What I mean is, you're the one at a disadvantage. This alliance means a lot to you and you're helping me get away… I just can't place it — why are you helping me?... What's in for you?”
Her question might stun some people but not me. She was smart for asking something like that. I chuckled as a response, but her face was adamant. She wanted an answer.
“Well, let's say I'm not doing it for you. I'm being selfish here and everything is for my benefit. Nothing more, nothing less,” I explained although I knew she didn't understand, but it was better to leave things the way they were.
“I'll take you to my helicopter, there's no time,” I added walking past her and she followed behind.
Amy didn't know I wasn't with her, and I knew how sleep deprived my face looked.
I opened the door for her and she hopped in.
The drive to where the helicopter was took about three minutes and all the while we didn't say anything to each other which was better that way. When we arrived, I came down and opened the door for her.
“Remember not to think too much, Lucille. I've weighed my chances and risk and it's worth it,” I said as she stepped out of the car.
Lucille turned to face me, she tried holding back her tears while fondling her dress. “What about Daryl? I told him to pack but didn't inform him…”
“I told your Daryl about it. He's probably waiting at the helicopter-” I looked past her at where the helicopter stood.
“Though it frightened him a little. I'm more of a persuade him with a gun kind of person,” I added and her eyes went wide in fear. My lips cracked into a small smile.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
She laughed, the wind sending strands of hair to her face, but I didn't dare remove them (due to the feeling Amy watched me wherever I was).
I searched for my wallet and brought out a card and handed it to her.
“You promised to spend all my money, right? Take,” I said nudging it at her.
“I can't possibly take it — you've done enough already!” She protested, clutching her bag with both hands.
“Stop that nonsense. Another advice before you leave, when you see an opportunity, be greedy. Take it. You might not see it again, Lucille.”
Lucille took the card and inspected it. “How much is in it?” She asked and I grinned.
“Not much. Just a few million dollars,” I answered and she reacted again.
Another reason why she wasn't my type.
I glanced at my watch, we had spent an hour and thirty minutes already and I really needed that sleep. “You can go now, Amy will soon find out I'm not at home,” I said, resisting the urge to pat her hair like a child.
Lucille turned to leave and halfway to the helicopter, she turned around and ran towards me.
Wasn't this the part where she said her last goodbyes, entered the helicopter and left. Why the fuck was she running towards me?
I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it as she reached me and pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you. I know you said you're just being selfish, but thank you!” My mind took about a minute to process everything. My arms drifted around her awkwardly before I gave in. Just for a second, I let myself feel the warmth of her body. Then I pulled back just as immediately as I hugged her.
“I'll get what I want when you leave. Don't forget to call if you need anything,” I muttered, slightly pushing her away.
“You do love that woman, yes?” She asked and I shrugged.
“Your Daryl can see you. I can't help with relationship advice too,” I joked and she cracked up.
Giving me one last hug, she marched to the helicopter. I watched as it took off and left.
The moon shone brightly, reflecting its light on my eyes. I grinned evilly.
“Mr Lyon would love his surprise.”