Chapter 52 “Buzz!”
A loud yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to stretch my hands and feet as I slowly opened my eyes.
Looking around the room, I noticed it was already dark outside. I must have dozed off for hours, and I couldn’t really blame myself for it.
Sitting up, I glanced at my phone. It was past eight o'clock. As I stared at the screen, my stomach grumbled, reminding me just how hungry I was.
I got up and walked straight to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I gathered the ingredients I needed to prepare dinner.
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Moments later, I had finished cooking. I dished out some food onto the counter and was just about to serve myself when I heard a knock at the door. I paused, a sense of unease creeping in.
"Could it be Blake? It shouldn’t be him," I murmured as I moved toward the door.
“Who is it?” I yelled, but there was no response.
Slowly, I opened the door, just enough to see who was there. Standing in the hallway was Blake, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I knew it was him.
“Shimma,” he called softly.
“So it’s true. You followed me here,” I said, a slight smirk forming on my lips.
He took a deep breath, letting out a heavy sigh. “I had to. There was no way I could reach you. But when your mom informed me about your trip to California, I saw it as an opportunity to…”
“An opportunity for what? To get me back?” I interrupted, disbelief washing over me. “I’ve told you countless times—there’s no way we can get back together.”
“Shimma Please,” Blake said, his voice trembling, “please, just hear me out.”
I crossed my arms, my heart pounding. “Blake, Look, it’s over. I can’t emphasize on this anymore.” The words felt both freeing and suffocating. “You had your chance, but you chose her over me.”
His expression shifted, a flicker of pain crossing his face. “I was stupid. Foolish. I promise you. Just give me a chance to make things right, please,”
“Then you should have thought about that before you decided to dumpe,” I shot back, my voice firm. “I can’t take you back. I'm sorry,”
There was a long pause. I could see the regret etched on his face. “I know I messed up. I regret letting you slip away. Every day since, I’ve wished I could turn back time. I wish i had never let you go. God I'm such a fool.”
I felt my heart waver for a moment, but I quickly steadied myself. “Regret doesn’t change what you did, Blake. I need to move on. I deserve better.”
“Please,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “I’m begging you. Just give me a chance to make things right. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I didn't need him to do anything. Leaving was the the best thing he could do for me. Yes, i couldn't be with Mr Mattias, but it would be foolish of me to go back to him.
As I turned to close the door, I noticed him sink to his knees. “Shimma, please don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll change, I swear.”
I paused, my hand resting on the door. The sight of him there, vulnerable and regretful, pulled at my heartstrings. But deep down, I knew that giving in would only lead to more pain.
“Blake,” I said softly, “I’m sorry. But this is for my good. Good bye.”
With that, I shut the door. My heart aching badly as I leaned against the wood.
I had made the right decision. Right?….
It’s been two weeks since I last heard from Mattias.
My aunt and her husband called earlier, letting me know they’d be back in a few hours.
I leaned against the counter, my gaze fixed on the pie in the oven. I stared so long that I slowly got lost in my thoughts, the sweet aroma mixing with my swirling emotions.
Mr. Mattias hasn’t reached out since I left. He could have if he really wanted to.
Maybe my parents are right. Maybe Mr. Mattias doesn’t care about me at all. Maybe he never did.
God! I hate to think my parents are right. I don’t want them to be right. No! Mr. Mattias loves me. He has to.
Just as I was lost in those thoughts, I heard a knock on the door. I straightened up, my brows furrowing in confusion. My aunt and uncle can’t be back yet; in fact, they won’t be returning for a while. Who could it be?
I walked to the door, my heart racing with anticipation. “Who is it?!” I called out, my voice shaky. It’s been two weeks since I’ve heard a knock on my door, and all I could think about was whether it might be Blake, Mr Mattias… or someone else entirely
MR. MATTIAS'S POV.
I sat in my office chair, my gaze locked on my laptop screen, but my mind was racing.
It's been two weeks. Two agonizing weeks!
I’ve tried everything—searched, called, even begged for information on Shimma's whereabouts. But it all led to dead ends.
Derry. It’s all his fault. He knew I would look for her, which is why he blocked every way to trace Shimma’s location. Damn!
I scratched the back of my neck. My heart pounding in my chest, each beat a reminder of how much I needed her.
I leaned forward, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions i was battling with.
“Buzzzz, Buzzzz!” My phone vibrated, jarring me from my thoughts. I glanced down, my breath hitching in my throat.
“GOOD DAY SIR, I THINK WE HAVE FOUND HER, BUT WE AREN'T SURE ABOUT THAT YET.” My heart raced, pounding so hard.
“I DON'T CARE, SEND THE ADDRESS,” I shot back, my fingers trembling as I typed.
Seconds felt like an eternity, each tick of the clock amplifying my anxiety. My palms were sweaty. Showing how much i couldn't wait to see her. My Shimma.
“Buzzzz! Buzzzz!” My phone vibrated again, and I snatched it up. It was her address.
Without wasting another second, I shot up from my chair, I grabbed my jacket, my hands shaking as I slipped it on.
As I went down the stairs, I dialed my pilot’s number, my voice urgent as I informed him about our emergency trip.
“Okay boss, got it,” he said, then i hung up.
I sprinted to my black Ferrari, knowing it would get me to the airport much faster. Time was slipping away; I couldn't afford to waste any more of it. I needed to see Shimma. I needed to hold her, to feel her warmth, to breathe in her scent. God! I miss her so much it hurts.