Chapter 88 Not My Type
ISABEL'S POV
Melissa's eyes widened. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She asked, raising her voice so high that other people started to look at us. I rolled my eyes, but paused as the waiter started to layer our food on the table with such poise that might have been fascinating to other people. To me, it was normal.
“Is there anything else that you need?” The waiter asked with a french accent. I waved him off.
“Calm down, Melissa,” I finally said in a cool tone that seemed to anger her even more. “The both of us are literally in the same boat. I don't need your husband for… that. He isn't even my type.”
That wasn't a lie.
“Then for what?” She asked, sounding more casual as she dug into her spaghetti. I watched her eat. She didn't know what I had laid out for her by the end of lunch.
“He might be of help to the both of us as well.” She quickly shook her head.
“He's slowly becoming a worshipper of her. He won't agree.”
“Introduce me to him and watch him agree.”
She cocked her head to the side, but finally gave in. I almost had pity on her because of how desperate she was. But we were so similar. She was trying to save her failing marriage and keep her husband to herself. I was trying to take what was mine, and keep my man to myself as well. It wasn't good that he was starting to show unnecessary interest in Anna. To the extent of buying her flowers.
Melissa gently fished for her phone from her bag as she sent me her husband's number. “That will be all,” I said, standing up. “I have other places to be. See you later.”
“But the bill,” she called out, just as I expected her to. I cocked my head to the side.
“I'm sure you can handle the bill for such a small meal. Can't you?” She slowly lowered her gaze as she nodded. “I thought as much.”
By the time I was heading out of the restaurant, I couldn't stop the smirk that was plastered on my lips. I was just setting the mood for when I swooped into the Reed family like a Messiah.
I got in the car, driving to the one place that I wanted to be. Ryan's house.
The automatic gates slid open, and I walked into the house, where the butler was at the door, blocking the entrance slightly.
“Did you have plans to meet with Master Ryan?” I rolled my eyes at the old man.
“We've been through this before. Just let me in.” He seemed to hesitate. “And you better hurry up if you want to keep your job when I finally move in here.”
He opened the door wider, and I finally walked in. I could already see myself sitting on the posh couches, watching television or having those little meet ups with my friends. See? I deserved a life with Ryan.
“Isabel?” I heard Ryan call out at the bottom of the stairs.
I gave him my brightest smiles. The ones that never seemed to falter when I was around him. It didn't matter if it was fake. He never really noticed.
“Ryan,” I said cheerfully, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around him in a hug that he didn't bother to reciprocate.
“You didn't tell me that you were coming,” he said calmly.
“Well, I figured that you didn't go for Anna's drug launch, so I thought I might as well keep you company here.”
I didn't miss the way his face lit up at the mention of her name. I smiled even harder to keep myself from screaming. My cheeks were starting to hurt.
“Your sister is nothing less than remarkable,” he said, making me frown. “Considering the fact that she did all that after just being accused of stealing, she's unstoppable.
“She just created a drug, Ryan. There's nothing remarkable about something that people did all the time.” I held myself back from pointing out the fact that he didn't even offer me a seat.
He cocked an eyebrow instead. “And no one has exactly thought to do it yet? The one that was made before was a flop, Isabel. Don't be so insensitive.”
I held myself back from stomping my feet on the floor. “I'm just tired of hearing her name the whole time. My parents, the news, Dan, and now you.”
He looked me straight in the eyes. “Maybe you should get used to it.” Then he asked. “Did you want me to do something for you?”
I blinked twice. “I just wanted to take you out for lunch or something.”
He shook his head before the words even fully left my mouth. “I can't. You're aware that I took over the company recently. There's a lot of work to be done.”
See? This is why the both of us were supposed to be the perfect power couple. We were both supposed to be CEOs, giving each other ideas. Only one of us managed to cross that mark, and he was now paying attention to the woman that took my place.
“I can help you,” I said excitedly, taking a step towards him. He took one back. I pretended it didn't hurt me. “I actually have some ideas about a few deals and companies that you might want to invest in.”
“Sorry. I work alone.”
“Alright,” I huffed, slowly losing my morale. “I can just stick around and watch you work.”
He shrugged like he couldn't care less. “Suit yourself,” Ryan said, heading upstairs. I wasn't asked to follow him.
My blazer was bunched up in my fists. I was making progress with him before that bitch came up from nowhere. If she had come after the wedding of me and Ryan, then I might not have had a problem. I might have even liked her.
And there she was, acting like the saint of the family. I shook my head. The stealing of the heirloom might have been a childish trick, but that was just the beginning.
I quickly saved James' number before sending him the first text that would affect the both of us greatly.