Chapter 18 Three Heartbeats
Kian
One office. Two people. Three heartbeats. Verena was in that office—under that table doing the things that I didn't even want to imagine.
I dismounted from the scooter, removing my baseball cap while opening the trunk of my car. I tossed my baseball cap inside, hefted the scooter into it before closing the trunk as a thud echoed through the still of the night.
I found her. Found her after countless days of searching. I hired private investigators because of her and now, I have found her.
I entered the car, hissing from the pain that radiated through my hand as a groan ripped from my throat, and for a second, I deliberated between removing the shards that pierced through my fingers or taking it to the doctor.
I couldn't even drive.
“Fuck” I muttered through clenched teeth, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I tried to remove a shard and in that moment as another groan slipped from my mouth, my mind drifted back to Verena and Uncle Daxton.
Since I had figured out that she was in the office, I had pretended like I had left because I was sure that my uncle secretly kept tabs on me. He might appear calm, collected, and sweet on the outside but my uncle was actually ruthless. He was the definition of a viper.
So, I waited till he drove out of the office with the hope of Verena being in the car with him and I was glad that I did. I had followed them all the way to the jewelry store, back to the hotel, and to her house.
Verena lived in that shitty neighborhood? Unbelievable.
Finally I went to the hospital which took care of my injured hand—I mean, all I had done was watch them from afar until things escalated and they were making out before me. I had seethed with so much rage that I had taken out my anger on my uncle’s car window.
And, if I could do that over and over again, I would because how dare he? In what world does an uncle take his nephew’s woman?
Preposterous!
I had never believed that he would ever do that to me intentionally. I even wanted to forgive him since I thought it was a mistake until he told me it wasn't.
As I opened the door to my house, anger coursed through my veins again as my fingers clenched into fists when that damned haunting smile on his face replayed in my head as these words repeated ‘Who said I didn't know she was your wife’.
However, the moment Zita's face came into view, the frown on my face disappeared and a smile slipped onto my face. Zita who was engrossed in what she was reading, removed her glasses, her eyes brightening as she rushed into my arms.
“Baby” She pressed her head against my chest and in that brief moment of warmth, thoughts about Verena were starting to fly away until my eyes landed on the empty wall above the piano.
A weird feeling unfurled on my chest because before I left the house, the artwork I had gotten for Verena on a trip some time back was still hung on the wall. And now, it is gone.
Zita?
I grunted, pulling Zita away from my embrace as I walked past her. “Did you remove the artwork?”
Zita bobbed her head. “Yes and—”
Before she could complete her words, I cut in. “I told you already that you don't need to change anything in this house. Verena and I designed it and trying to add your own touch to it rubs off on me the wrong way” I downed the remnant of her wine next to her book, not failing to catch a glimpse of the flicker of anger in her eyes.
She sighed. “I would return it—” Her voice was barely above a whisper before it transitioned into a high-pitched voice that even took me aback. “What happened to your hands!”
Oh! That?
If she found out that I incurred such a wound because of Verena, she would crash out so a smooth effortless lie left my mouth instead. “A mum forgot her twin sons in the car and to save them, I had to break through the car window with my fist”
Tears that kind of grated on my nerves welled in her eyes as she reached for my hand and pouted. “Does it hurt”
“Not like before”
She sucked in a deep breath. “I am glad that you are okay…” Her words trailed before she cleared her throat and there was this shift in her eyes. “I was in your room, searching for something, and managed to stumble on the divorce papers. I mean, that bitch wants a divorce, why wouldn't you…” She clamped her mouth shut when she saw the angry look on my face.
“Did you just call Verena a bitch?”
Zita forced out a smile, her hand moving to the back of my neck. “It was a mistake—”
“I don't like mistakes like that. Let’s make sure it doesn't happen again as I wouldn't tolerate you calling Verena with such demeaning words. She has done nothing to you”
Zita rolled her eyes before she walked towards me, standing on her toes to place a kiss on my cheeks. “I am sorry, baby…”
“Show me how sorry you are by sitting on me—”
Mischief glowed in her eyes and in a matter of seconds, she was sitting on my lap, grinding against my dick in dry humping. With a nipple popped in my mouth while all sorts of moans filled my ears, my mind drifted to Verena and what she could be doing with my uncle right now.
If I hadn’t stopped them there, he would have fucked her against that window and…
Zita’s moanful words as she breathed against my ear not only broke my train of thought, but it made my dick go limp. “So, I was thinking after the divorce process, we should meet my parents and plan our marriage and—”
My eyes snapped to her. “I don't understand?”
She tipped her head back, moaning as she responded. “What do you mean, you don't understand?”
A rise of anger surged inside of me and my confusion intensified. “I have never mentioned anything about getting married to you so where is this coming from, Zita?”
I knew Zita far back in college and for a prestigious family like hers, she was a wild child— the black sheep of her family. While we were still in school, I had never spoken to her until I stumbled upon her OnlyFans page that she created just for fun before she took it down.
And for months, I got obsessed with seeing the body of someone I knew.
As fate would have it, my parents wanted me to leave Verena for Zita but while their goal was a second marriage for me, all I saw was the chance to play out my fantasy with her. The plan was to have fun— nothing serious and if she ended up pregnant,she’d simply become a baby mama so where this marriage talk was coming from was something I struggled to understand.
The plan was to even tell her to return to London because since I had found Verena, I would make sure she returned home, and to show that I was a changed man, Zita had to leave.
The color on Zita’s face drained as she got off my lap. “What are you trying to say? You have no…no…plans of marrying me” Her voice shook.
With a face devoid of emotion, I nodded.
She scoffed and ran a hand through her hair. “This has to be some sort of joke or something. I would take it as you being drunk and would have a word with your parents tomorrow” She cried, reaching to grab her clothes on the floor as she rushed up the stairs.
Zita stopped halfway on the stairs, turning to look at me with tears cascading down her cheeks. “You wouldn't chase after me?”
This girl was so dramatic.
I simply shrugged and she broke down in tears. Chase after Zita? The only one I wanted to chase was Verena and although I had no definite plan, I would get her back.