Chapter 38 Come Get Her
Verena
A week had passed yet I still didn't know who had sent that bouquet to me. No matter how many times I asked Daxton, he refused to tell me, claiming the person was irrelevant.
Now, I couldn't help but think that maybe Daxton didn't know and only acted like he did as long as it meant stealing kisses from me whenever I brought up the ‘bouquet’ question.
I even suspected Kian since he was the only one who came to mind. But, when I had tried to reach out to him—to start an argument because since we agreed not to have anything to do with each other anymore, why was he sending me flowers!
However, the intermediary between us—Kian’s lawyer— claimed that Kian had refused to meet with me. Kian also told his lawyer to pass a message across to me, about how he wanted nothing to do with me anymore, how he was focusing on Zita, and how he needed no distractions.
I was the distraction. Interesting. Very interesting.
Anyways, his response gave me the clarity that I needed and it proved to me that he didn't send the flowers nor was he in Monaco and his being in my neighborhood was nothing but a coincidence.
I had even shown the security guards his picture and they claimed to have never seen him around.
So, I wanted to believe that perhaps he was just curious about the earrings and came over to the convenience store in my neighborhood just to get Doritos for Zita.
It made no sense but I was willing to believe that.
His social media pages were also proof that he had moved on. He would always upload pictures of himself and Zita over dinner, hiking, and swimming. He looked really happy with Zita.
With everything that had happened over the week, I have now concluded that the reason it felt like I saw Kian that night was because of a post-orgasm hallucination.
And about the flowers, it could have been one of my old friends who cut ties with me ever since my parents went bankrupt or it could have been my cousins, or worse my brother.
“Are you mad at me—” Emily’s tiny voice that tinged with remorse filled my ears.
“I honestly don't know how to feel. I only feel like you could have reached out to me before telling a stranger my location” I carried the pet carrier containing my two bunnies out of the car.
“I know. It just happened in the heat of the moment”
“I understand. I am not mad at you”
She sighed. “Sure?”
“Yes,”
In the blink of an eye, the sadness in her voice was gone as she giggled. “Want to go to a concert with me, I got two tickets”
“Umm, no. I just came back after an appointment with my baby's Vet and I have a date with Daxton and I—”
I froze. Did I just say that out loud? Shit!
I heard the way she sucked in a gasp. “What did you just say!” Her voice was high-pitched. “Going on a date with the boss? Are you out of your mind! Doesn't he have this mystery woman”
I closed my eyes in regret, wishing I could go back in time and control my fucking mouth. “I mean Daxton. Not Mr. Daxton, our boss…” I laughed awkwardly, hoping that whatever I just uttered sounded convincing enough for her to believe me.
“What are you talking about?”
“The Daxton I am talking about is the…” I tried to come up with a convincing lie. “Umm, my high-school teacher”
“Your high-school teacher!” Her voice rose.
“It isn't an actual date. It is more of a high-school reunion with him and he prefers that we call him without any formalities ” I nodded, almost chuckling at how smooth and effortless the lie came out of my mouth.
If Daxton were here, he would have looked at me with that spark of amusement in his eyes and with both brows raised in surprise.
“I would talk to you later,” I said, hanging up on her before she could even finish her words.
I exhaled sharply, placing a hand on my beating chest. “That was a narrow escape” I breathed, shoving my phone back into the pocket.
All I had to do was drop my bunnies in their playpen and get ready for dinner with Daxton. Before leaving for the Vet, I had picked out a black mini dress that I had gotten from my trip to Monaco. I couldn't wait for him to see me in that dress.
I could picture the pure desire in his eyes as they swept down my body before returning to my face while he would slip his hands above my waist, tug me closer to him, and breathe against my neck.
My cheeks had heated up just from my imagination. I pushed the door to my apartment open only for the—
My stomach dipped as the smile on my face slowly faded.
I carefully dropped the pet carrier on the floor, horror slowly slipping on my face with every step that I took. My pulse picked up, stumbling and tripping as my lips parted in shock.
I wanted to scream.
For a second, I wanted to believe that I had entered the wrong house.
Tiny scoffs escaped me, my body slowly trembling from shock. The framed pictures of Daxton and me that I had hung on the wall were now shattered on the ground, and sauce was poured on them.
Next to the ruined pictures was the dress that I intended to wear to the dinner—torn into shreds. My lingerie was in pieces. Most of the clothes that I had gotten as a birthday gift were torn—the pieces piled up against each other like they wanted me to see the mess they had created.
Like they were proud of it.
New shopping bags were on the couch and…
My breath came in ragged gasps, my knees buckling as instant pain sliced through my head. I had to hold onto something just for balance and that was the moment my eyes slid up to the graffiti on the wall. “You are my mine—from your first and only love, Kian.”
And wait, he had written it with my new bottle of ketchup.
I couldn't believe this.
I let out a strangled, hoarse laugh that shook through my body violently. I should have known that the same Kian who made my previous lawyer drop my case would never back down easily.
And everything he did with Zita was to make me let my guard down.
He had replaced the wall with our wedding pictures and the disgust that crawled through my skin—God.
My breathing became shallow and uneven as I took a picture of the mess and sent it to Daxton.
Daxton’s P.O.V
I stared at the picture Verena had sent, carefully sipping my coffee. I hummed, opening the drawer while grabbing my other phone as I placed a call through Zita.
“Hello?”
“This is Kian’s uncle. I would go straight to the point, I would be sending someone over and you will give him what he asks for”
She stuttered over the phone. “Un…Uncle Daxton, what could that be?”
The conversation between us lasted for approximately five minutes before I ended the call and dialed Kian’s number. I waited patiently, leaning against the table until he answered.
“Kian”
He went silent for a second before he blurted. “What!”
“Why are you calling me Uncle? What is it? How can you call me after everything that you did to me”
“Aww” I fake-crooned, taking another sip of my coffee. “That is why I called. You are my nephew and this shouldn't be happening between us”
Kian scoffed. “What are you talking about when you stole my wife”
“I did?”
He tsked.
“That is why I called to set things right Kian, and to end all of this once and for all. You want Verena back, right?”
He cleared his throat. “Of course, I want her back,”
“Then come get her. I would send you an address and bring Verena to you. See you soon, nephew.”