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Claimed by my boss, hunted by his wife - Chapter 14



Chapter 14

Family Secrets, Corporate Lies

Xavier's POV

“Good morning, sweetheart” I called to her as I came downstairs and found her flipping some pancakes.
“Hello, to you too” She said, not sparing me a glance.
“Well, according to my father, he's twenty minutes away” I informed her and sat on the island seat, while she served me a plate of pancakes and syrup.

“Here you go” She smiled as she dropped the plate in front of me, without looking at me. 
She was avoiding me, avoiding looking at me and avoiding talking to me.

“Dorothy” I called to her but she didn't answer me. I stood up and went behind her, and I felt her tense up.
“Are you avoiding me? Or…it's another sex dream” I whispered in her ear which caused her to turn to me.

“It wasn't another sex dream, okay? Fuck off” She spat and tried moving past me but I held her hand and pulled her back.
“Why are you so difficult? You've been avoiding me after that day” I told her, my eyes scanning her face.

“Because…because, Xavier. You are married. This isn't right, you are a husband to someone, legally” She shot me a pointed look, as her eyes stayed trained on me.

“Hmm. Let's see, you are having a battle between your moral conscience and your physical desires, no?” I asked her, smirking and her face slowly turned into that of an angry bird. 

Just a little bit dark shade.

“I don't desire you, because I know you are married and no, I don't have a battle between my morality and desires” She retorted back, and her eyes widening.
“Are you sure? Because last I remember, you were the one fingering yourself to my name” I whispered and kissed her earlobe.

And at this point the doorbell rang. 

“My father is here. We'll have this discussion later” I left her to open the door. My father walked in, with my mother trolling behind.

“Mom?” I asked as I didn't expect her to come.
“Well, I heard, there was a Reyes daughter” She said and her eyes immediately went to Dorothy, and at once her eyes welled up.

“Are you about to cry?” I asked her, tilting my head.
“You look just like your father, child. But have eyes of your mom's” My mom told her and enveloped her in a big hug.

“Oh, wow. So you know her family too. Nice” I muttered and took their bags inside.
“We'll stay for a day or two. Depends on what you guys want to discuss” My father said, looking between Dorothy and I.

“Well, it's exactly what you think. It's about my father and Diana's father partnership” She started, and walked towards the couches.

“Ugh, spare me. That family is…ugh. I wonder how you agreed to marry them. I can't stand the sight of those people, going about like they are philanthropists” My mom scrunched her nose up, gagging her eyeballs out.

“C'mon, mother. They can't be that bad” I tried to soothe her overreacting nature. My mom usually is a very accommodating person but if she talks about someone like this, then they are really nothing pleasant and just pure obnoxious.

“Huh? Really? Okay. What is it you want to find out, darling? Let's educate my son on how far those people can go” My mother said, anger in her eyes and voice.

“Well…erh, my father had this recording…” Dorothy started but was interrupted.

“Wait, a video recording?” My father asked, his posture getting serious.
“You know about that?” Dorothy asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Where is it?” My mom asked, squeezing my father's hand a little.
“Well..” Dorothy said and stood up, and headed upstairs.

She soon came back with a black CD case, and went to the CD player and put it in and turned on the TV.
Her father soon appeared and he looked truly terrified, and after few minutes, the recording came to an end.

And there was complete silence, only sobs from my mom was heard. My dad stared at Dorothy, and glanced at me.

“Something you want to say, dad?” I asked him.
“You are not ready for what I want to say, son. Neither is she” My dad exhaled, throwing me into more state of confusion.

“What does that mean? And why is Mrs. Wort crying so much?” Dorothy finally spoke up.

“Your mother, I knew her” My mother sniffed, “You know, that trip was meant to be a family trip, I was the last person she spoke to that day. She had planned to take you out, maybe on a road trip but she planned a whole weekend for you guys”. 

I glanced at Dorothy to see her nibbling at the bottom of her lips, as her eyes remained glued to my mother's shaking body.

“They were on their way to pick you up, as she said you had been stressed about your presentation and she wanted to do something to ease you” My mother swallowed, looking at the ceiling in a pensive mood, like she remembered every bit of that day.

“Wow, so you guys go way back?” She asked like she found every bit of this intriguing.
“Well, yeah. Friends for over twenty years. I introduced her to your father and your father introduced me to my darling man over here” My mother beamed, smiling like a teenager in love.

“Well…anything on the company?” I asked, not really ready to get into my parents sex life.
“Well, there is. A lot. Dorothy, what exactly do you want to find out?” My father asked her, his eyebrows raised. I saw Dorothy's face scrunched up.

“Well, anything about the company” She answered as her eyes glanced to me unsure of what my dad meant.
“To spare you the mind game, my dad wants to know how far you want to go. Anything on the company, could be exactly what you know and he just leaves it at that” I explained and gave her a closed lip smile.

“I'm glad I taught you a lot” My dad gave a mocking smile, and I just gave him an eye roll. I knew how much torture I had gone through–mentally.

“Hmm. Well, I want to know what happened that my father was so scared that he heard the truth and confronted Mr. Frey” She thought and looked at my dad squarely.

“Are you sure you want to know?” My dad asked, his eyes on my mom, like he was asking for approval.
“Yes. Everything” She nodded, almost like she was pleading.

“Okay. Well, your father and Mr. Frey worked together for over ten years..no, close to ten years. It was two years to it being ten years, then your dad…died” My father solemned, dropping his octave at the ‘died’.

“That means it's been, sixteen years, like the contract is still relevant. It's four more years to twenty years for the expiration” She said, looking at my dad as if she discovered a treasure map.

“Yes. But…Douglas was smart enough. Two months after your father's death, he changed the company's name, to his present one…” My father said but he was yet again cut off.

“So as to claim everything. He doesn't want to pay my father his share that he had been hoarding for over ten years, so he changed the name, claiming that the second signatory to the account was dead” She said, realization hitting her features.

Hmm, she understands business.

“What did you study?” I heard myself saying.
“Marketing” She said, smiling proudly. And I just simply nodded my head.

“See, smart child” My dad complimented, and she just smiled in appreciation.
“Wait, if Diana's father didn't want to pay your dad, why then is he asking me to invest in his company?” I asked, no one in particular, but the look on my dad's face made me think otherwise.

“Have you invested? Don't you ever invest there” My mother said, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Listen to me, son. That family will do anything to end everything associated with the Reyes family and the deal they made. Which means, you are my son, I know about their deal, and they'd want to implicate you. And Dorothy, for the fact you know this information, you are already in danger” My father warned, his expression stern.

“What do you mean?” I asked him. He didn't answer immediately but he breathed out.
“I mean, they will implicate you if you invest there. You are my son and they'll say, I knew about the material and it's implications–if everything goes west, and I encouraged you to invest” My dad nodded and stood up.

“Wow. Is that why she kept pestering me?” I asked myself in a small whisper.
“Well. If that's all, we'd love to settle down now” My dad said and assisted my mom in standing up.

“Wait.. sorry. Do you have any idea of the black recorder he held?” Dorothy asked, standing up.
“Oh, that. Like he said, you'd just have to think” My dad smiled.

She tilted her head and shot me a questioning glance, but my mental training had reached it's limit. 

I nodded my head, as I felt my heartbeat increase. It wasn't my fight, but hearing my father, I was already involved in the mess.







Chapter 15 Addiction Begins In Silence 

Dorothy's POV

“Hey, you alright?” Xavier's voice asked from behind me, as the wind danced in my hair.
“You know, my parents died six years ago…but, for my sanity and poor fragile heart, I say they died two years ago. That has always been what j tell people” I started, and I soon felt my chest feeling like it was about to explode.

He said nothing but I knew he was listening. 

“Sixteen years, that contract has been in recent…and..I lived from hand to mouth for those years they died?” I asked as I felt my chest exploding both from anger and pain.

Mr. Frey had something with my father and when he heard they were dead, he didn't even come to pay homage. It was only Mr. Wort that actually came to pay his respects.

If this is what Xavier's mom meant when she said those people aren't really nice, good people, I fully understand her. That means I was mistaken.

I thought Mr. Wort was my father's business partner that's why he came to pay respects, but he came both as partners and friends.

I was so lost in my head that I didn't know when Xavier was close to me till I felt his cold hands on my arms, and he turned me to face him.

“You survived, didn't you? I guess your father knew the kind of daughter he had, that's why he requested you not to act in a haste” Xavier comforted, pulling me in a hug.

My heart was already heavy like I would explode in tears any second but my eyes seemed tired, like they had cried it all.

“Xavier” I murmured his name, but he heard me as he hummed in response.
“Do you ever think your marriage to Diana was part of the plan? I mean, I know it is crazy but I'm just saying” I said, and raised my head up to look at him.

His eyes just stared at me, and he smiled. I could feel the sincerity of that smile and I just realized how handsome this man was if he gave up the permanent scowl on his face.

“I don't know, princess. And honestly, currently, I'm too lazy to find out. Let's figure your shit out first, okay?” He advised and brought my face back to his chest and I wrapped my arms around him.

He was unusually….. comforting, as I felt myself drifting off.

“Guys? We are–” His mom voice jolted me back. I can't believe I was about to fall asleep, standing.

“We'll be down in a sec, mother” Xavier called back, not moving. I soon heard his mother retreating footsteps.
“Let me guess, you were about to fall asleep” He teased, holding my chin up.

“That's a…a lie” I pulled my face away and disengaged from him. He didn't say anything as he retreated but I soon heard him chuckle.

“Asshole” I whispered to myself, and turned to look at the balcony.

Two years ago I buried them, but I still smelt my mother's scent as I walked through the front door. I still saw her running around with the bowl of brownies and plates of pancakes setting the table for breakfast.

And I saw my dad and I playing Scrabble on the floor after our house cleanup. 

Wait…Scrabble.

I think in Scrabble. He made it so difficult for me in Scrabble that I had ro read half the dictionary in a week. I just have to think.

Dad, you smart ass.

I quickly ran towards our game place, where we has different board games, chess, monopoly and so much more. I took out the box of Scrabble.

It seemed normal. Did I think wrong?

I emptied the box, but there was nothing. Where did you keep the recording, dad? I soon began giving up, until I saw a corner peeking out from the Scrabble drawer.

I took it out and saw a box, but it was coded. Okay, first thing was finding it. What's next? 

I stared at the box, but it was a code that was in letters, and my brain gave up. But what?

“Dorothy?” I heard Xavier's voice from downstairs and I quickly put the Scrabble back into it's position but taking the small box and throwing it into my suitcase.

I don't know what else the recording had, but if it contained something else that made me require coming back here, I would a million times.

“Coming!” I yelled back and ran downstairs to meet Xavier in the kitchen.
“Your parents have left?” I asked, cleaning my sweaty palms on my dress.
“Yeah. Since this is our last night here, I want us to eat and relax. Maybe watch a movie” He smiled, looking at me and holding a glass of wine his dad brought.

“Sure. Anything to take my mind off this” I agreed and sat on the counter.
“Great! I'll cook lunch” He offered, and turned to wear the apron.
“Who'd you think?” I asked and he let out a chuckle, but got cooking.

After an hour, he was done and I got glasses and plates, while he set the hotpot in the center of the room. I switched on the TV, and set it to a telenovela.

But it was a big mistake.

The movie was about this lady that was in love with her boss, but despite knowing he was married, she challenged him that he'll fall for her under a year.

What?

Xavier looked at me, smirking and raising his eyebrows. At least, one of us is enjoying the movie.

“I want to watch something else” I cleared my throat and suddenly the room became hot, as I took the remote to change the movie, but he took it from me.

“No. I like it, it's interesting. See, she loves him and knows he likes her too, but is acting restrainted just because he's married. Watch, you might learn one or two things” He mocked and I saw the amusement in his eyes.

“You know, I've come up with a nickname for you. Wanna hear it?” I asked him, smiling, this earned me a scowl and slitted eyes.
“Choose your words well” He warned, everly slow.
“Asshole. How's that? Oh, I got another one, douchebag” I smiled and I felt my eyes light up.

He just smiled and nodded his head, like he was accepting a challenge.
“You know…I remembered something. I gave you a document one time to sign, you remember?” He asked me and I just furrowed my eyebrows.
“Yes, I remember. You didn't want me to read it” I remembered, staring at him squarely.

“Well, guess what? That was our marriage certificate. We are married legally, now you don't have to worry about sleeping with me” He shrugged and let out a smile. I stared at him and I felt my blood drop.

“No. You must be joking right?” I asked him, but he just stood up and went to the kitchen with the empty hotpot.
“Xavier, I'm talking to you” I asked him again, following him this time.

Still no answer.

He dropped the hotpot and just turned to me, and made me sit on the island. His eyes, red, a sharp difference between his brown orbs.

“If I did, I would have bent you over this counter and fucked you senseless, but I didn't. You are tempting me, Dorothy. I honestly don't know how far my patience can be stretched” His eyes swept across my face and he claimed my lips.

His hand slided underneath my dress and took my bared nipple, as I was without a bra. I tried pushing him off, but he didn't budge.
“Xavier…stop” I pushed, after I pulled my lips from his, earning me a little cut, but it didn't last long ask he took them back in his.

His hands still playing with my nipples, when I felt one of them slide down to my thighs, and at this point I had forgotten everything about moral.

I was burning with desire, with need for the man to fill me up. I took my hands and wrapped it around his shoulders, and my legs wrapped around his waist as I straddled him.

I felt his erection, and I'm sure he felt my arousal too. I knew this was wrong, I knew I'd feel guilty after this but….I was burning with desire and I knew I was too far gone, when I started unknotting his joggers rope.

Maybe this would be my guilty pleasure..and now I understand why my dad said, ‘ DON'T START SOMETHING IF YOU KNOW IT ISN'T RIGHT, BECAUSE YOU MIGHT GET ADDICTED AND LOSE SIGHT OF THE RIGHT WAY’

Right now, I was sure I was sure I was getting addicted. But will I stop? Or have I lost sight of the right way?








Chapter 16 Tangled Desires.

Dorothy's POV

We were back from my family's house and it felt weird being back. The workload started and it was soon the normal regular meetings and what not.

I walked into my office to see Edward seated on my chair, swirling. 
“What are you doing here?” I asked him and he looked at me, staring at every part of my body like he was waiting for it to grow an extra head.

“What are you doing here, Edward? And how did you get into the building?” I asked him, dropping my handbag on my desk.

“What do you mean, how did I get into the building? I don't have any restraining order, sweetheart” He said and came towards me, causing me to move backwards.

“What do you want?” I asked him again, moving back till my back collided with my door.
“What I want is very simple. I want you to be my lover, but now, I see why that won't work. You are sleeping with Mr. Wort, aren't you?” He asked, twisting his head tauntingly.

I widened my eyes, as I felt a cold sweat down my spine. How does he know?
He doesn't, he's trying to pry information from you.

“No. He is married, remember?” I retorted back and stood in front of him and I saw his eyes widen, I'm sure he wasn't expecting that.
“Hmm…are you lying?” He asked, scanning me from head to toe.

“Why would I? Now…get out of my office “ I told him, and attempted opening the door for him but he stopped me.
He moved my hands behind me and bent me over on my desk, he pressed himself closer to me and I felt his bulge.

Lord, it can't happen like this.

“Get…what the hell are you doing?” I asked, struggling to free my hands as I heard the jiggling of his belt.
He still didn't move, and I heard the zipper going down next.

Fuck this.

I removed my heels and used my feet to step on his calf forcefully, pushing him backwards and he let my hand go as he bent down to hold his calf.

“Fucking bitch” He cursed and charged at me, grabbing me by my hair. But I didn't give him the room, as I kneed him in between his legs, and he left my hair and crunched down, screaming.

My door opened forcefully and I saw both Lilan and Xavier rushing in. 
“What is…” Xavier started but he paused when he saw Edward on the floor. His eyes scanned me and rested on my feet as I was on heel one leg and was barefoot on the other.

“Call security” He told Lilan and she dashed out. After a few minutes they were walking in.
“Take this man out, and please don't let him in here” Xavier told them, and this was the time Edward began regaining his footing.

“Xavier Wort, huh. You can have her, at least I have something of yours” Edward said scoffing as he was guided out of the building by the security men.
“What did he mean by that?” I asked Xavier, but he just stared at me.

“Leave us, Lilan” He ordered, not sparing Lilan a glance. She left us, after signalling me to meet up.

“What happened? Hmm, sweetheart” His eyes scanned my body as he held each side of my face.
“Well…nothing to worry about” I told him and he just stared at me, and claimed my lips.

He kissed me, our tongue fighting for dominance and his hands, igniting every fire in me.
“Xavier…stop” I told him, our lips still touching each other.

“What's wrong?” He asked, raising my face, for my eyes to meet his.
“Everything, Xavier. I'm…I know you are married but if this keeps happening, I'm going to be forced to ask what we are?” I told him, looking at him, searching his eyes for anything.

And I saw the realization hitting them, but behind the realization was some kind of….fear?

“I'm sorry, if I've put you in that kind of situation, but I want you, Dorothy. I've not felt like this before, and yes, an unfortunate event. I'm married but…please, I'll sort that out, okay? Just…don't say you don't want this” He told me, I saw sincerity in his eyes but I couldn't accept it.

We've had sex three times now, and it was amazing but he's not mine. I want someone that was mine and mine alone.

“I’m sorry, Xavier. But…this is one part I'm selfish in” I told him and walked past him, but he held me back.
“You don't feel the same way I feel? Or you do, but you are too morally bound to accept it?” He asked me, which caused me to look at him.

I saw something flash across them, like he was being vulnerable right now, but as always, it was gone before I could confirm it. I always saw it in his eyes, anytime he kissed me.

Even when we had sex, I could swear that I heard him whisper ‘I love you’ but it was so small that it disappeared with the wind.

“I have nothing to say to you, Xavier” I told him and looked away.
“Don't bother, you looking away was my answer” He said and let my hand go, and I walked to my shoe and wore it, and left my office.

I needed air, being in the same room with that man made me feel lustfully suffocated and it wasn't healthy.

At least not for my poor little coochie.

I walked down to the kitchen and I smelled cigarettes coming from somewhere. I looked around but it looked like I was the only one there, then where was it coming from?

I soon heard footsteps from behind me and I turned to see Xavier coming towards me.
“I didn't know….are you smoking?” He asked, stopping in his tracks as he was about to leave.
“No. You smell it too? I thought my nose was broken” I awed and walked towards the store door.

This door held different supplies, from foodstuffs to snacks, but it was pretty small, as it should be, as it was an office kitchen.

“It's coming from behind here” I whispered to Xavier and he walked towards me.

It was only him, Lilan and I that was on this floor so who was in here smoking? I asked myself as Xavier reached out to open the door.

“Diana?” 






Chapter 17 A Taste Of Regret

Dorothy's POV

I stood there, as Diana tried to hide the nearly finished cigarette, and Xavier just stood with me. His face was so expressionless that I had to whisper a little prayer to God for her.

“Are you smoking while carrying a baby?” He asked, quietly. And I wondered if he was angry or not?

“Well….I..I checked. I checked with my doctor and he told me it was okay. Although I shouldn't smoke all the time” She stuttered, rubbing her palms together.
“Oh, your doctor. Right? What's the name of your doctor?” He asked, going closer to her.

“Ahh…uhh..Doctor…Doctorr…uhh..Raymond” She was now sweating, her eyes kissing the ceiling from time to time.
“Really? What hospital?” He asked, stopping directly in front of her.
“Uhm…what's with the question?” She asked, shifting back and holding her throat.

“Nothing…just want to check in with your doctor” He asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Oh.. that's not important” She said and looked between him and me, taking in quick breaths.
“Uhm, excuse…excuse me” She said and slid beside Xavier and left the kitchen.

Xavier just stood there and the next thing was a chuckle coming from him.
“You know, you women are liars” He seethed, turning to me and I just stood there, looking at him. 
He looked at me and tilted his head, coming close to me in slow strides.

“I'm not the one who lied to you” I said in order to save myself from transferred aggression.
“Really? I don't like this…you, you forgot you said that?” He asked me, coming to stand in front of me.

“I don't know why you're angry with me” I shook my head, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows as I squeezed my hand.
“You are stopping me from being with you, when you know how my marriage is barely even one” He screamed, breathing out heavily.

I just scoffed, this was ridiculous. Why was he angry with me? He didn't seem angry before?

“Or do you love her? And because she is rejecting you, your egoistical self cannot take that?” I asked, demonstrating with my hands.

“Yes. You're right. You're right. And the only reason why I actually had anything to do with you, was because Edward wanted something to do with you and my egoistical self couldn't take that, and now my egoistical self has realized how bad of an idea that was. So yes, like you said, that mistake isn't happening again” He spat and walked out, only sparing me a glare.

I stood there. My chest was aching, it wasn't like the same pain that I felt when my parents died but…something different. Something I've never felt before…

It ached and it ached badly. It ached so much that my eyes began welling up and I let it flow. Every word he said went straight there, and like a stone shattered my glass heart. 

My heart was pierced but with the pain of death, this was something, something that was new. I couldn't explain it but my eyes watered even more.

I couldn't understand it, so why are my eyes watering? He called us a mistake, a bad idea. 
As those words rang over and over again, my chest ached the more, and it felt like the tears wouldn't stop till I cried my eyes out.

I felt like I was on this high plane and every word he said pushed me closer to the edge and the anger and coldness in his eyes made me fall over.

I cried till my eyes couldn't spare any other liquid, and it was replaced with…. nothing. I didn't feel anything but I think it was the harsh awakening I needed.

“You came here to work, Dorothy. And that's what you'll do” I sniffed and dusted myself up. I left the storage room after grabbing a snack, and I washed my face in the sink and went back to my office.

I got to my office and cleared my desk, I submitted all the files he asked for and also gave Lilan the files for some important meetings tomorrow.

I took my bag and walked to Xavier's office and knocked.
“Come in” I heard his voice from the other end of the door. He was angry.

The blazing eyes and cold voice was the only confirmation I needed.

“Hello, sir. I came to inform you of my leave” I said, my eyes glued to his table but my head was straight.
“Leave? Where?” I could hear the inconspicuous voice of curiosity, coming from him.
“I won't be available tomorrow. I cleared out my desk and gave all files concerning tomorrow's meetings to Lilan. I now request your permission” I said, keeping my voice small and coordinated.

But inside I felt like asking him if he meant all those words.

I was met with silence but this silence was loud and clear. It spoke words we both were scared of saying, ignorant of how to speak those words.

“Dorothy, I….” He began, getting up from his chair.
“Don't. You are right, it was all a mistake. A mistake I knew but still indulged in. But, thanks for the awakening. From now on, I won't mix business with my personal life. But I humbly request for tomorrow” I pleaded, taking a step back and a step closer to one percent of bravery as I looked at him in his eyes.

Mama once told me “Any emotions you are looking for, as far as you want it raw, look at the person's eyes, Dora. The eyes don't lie” 

And here I was staring at his eyes, running through the walls looking for an emotion, something I thought he wouldn't have, as I expected to run for days unearned and find a maze.

But no, I ran a little, not too far from the gates, and I saw it. Regret.
But I shook it off. If he would regret it later, then why bother saying it?

“Your ... .your leave for tomorrow is granted. You may go” He stuttered and I bowed a little and left.

I walked down to the bus stop, waiting for my bus, sitting in silence, but my mind was in chaos. I had played the recording, and there was another disc, another CD and it was in the house, and I was going back there.

I needed to know what killed my parents because I think the police were wrong. So wrong. 






Chapter 18 Eviction And Echoes 

Dorothy's POV

“Hello?” A male's voice asked from the other end of the door. I dropped my bowl of dough as I was about to make cookies, and I walked to open the door.

“Hello. Good morning, sir. Uh, something wrong?” I asked as I saw them fully dressed in suits, holding files.
“Well, ma'am. Are you the owner of the house?” The man asked, looking around the house.

“Yes. I am. My parents lived here, they paid off their mortgage. What's this about?” I asked them, getting irritated with the questions.
“Well, ma'am. This estate has been bought and you are asked to vacate here, under three days” He tilted his head, giving me a letter that had Frey Foundations written boldly on it.

What the actual hell?

“Hold on for a second, sir. What do you mean "vacate?” I asked, going after them as they headed to their car.
“The estate was owned by someone who sold it to Mr. Frey, and he bought it for a project. He plans on demolishing every house here for it. So ma'am, you have three days to prepare” He told me and walked off, leaving me standing in the middle of the road.

What the hell?

I went back into the house and looked around, little pictures still hung around, I had some of them in the house Mr. Wort got for me–I took some pictures with me after they died.

I sat in the middle of the sitting room. What am I going to do about this? I had to find the second CD but I don't know where to start. 
My dad didn't say anything more on the location in the recording. 

Or he did but I was just too stuck up to listen.

I rushed to my bag and took out the first CD and the recording. I played it again and again, but nothing came to mind.

“....Dora if you've found this recording that means you are on track, I need you to find the second CD and keep them all safe” My dad smiled and the recording ended.

I breathed out, and threw my head back. Ugh, dad I used to think you were so simple but this shit you put me on is really complicated.
I closed my eyes, every word he said, both in the CD and the recorder was playing in my head. 

You just have to think–got me to the Scrabble board. You have to keep them safe….
He knew that I'd do that but why did he say it again? 

Maybe for a reminder. My head said, trying not to settle on it. 
I looked to the kitchen and I immediately remembered about the cookies I was about to make.

“Fuck. I'd forgotten about these” I said to myself and continued mixing the dough before adding some chocolate and putting it in a tray that had circle demarcations, and put it in the oven.

I settled down to watch a show and when I turned on the TV, the ache of yesterday that played in my heart came back.

I had completely forgotten about that. Or at least, I acted like I did. It didn't go away, and every time, his words played in my head, I regret pushing him that far.

If I didn't say those words, his response wouldn't have been begotten. I stared at the TV as this particular couple was just making out after an argument and immediately I saw us on the screen.

The way his lips felt, I remembered every sound, the sound of his groaning, his eyes, his…his smell, I remembered everything and it was to my disadvantage, as it made my heart ache the most.

I stared at the TV as I didn't want to look away from him, from his face, then the ding from the oven snapped me back, and I just realized that a tear had been let loose.

I stood up, and made a mental note not to think of him, as I let out the cookies from the oven. I put some into a plate and poured some orange juice into a glass.

After I ate, I took the plates and washed them off and took the brush to sweep, and my eyes caught a brown envelope sticking out from underneath the oven.

What was that? My heart was in my mouth as I was burning with anticipation on what the letter held but…also with..fear.

Everything I have uncovered till now, just made me more scared of Mr. Frey, and it made me ask myself, how far are those people willing to go to get what they want?

I took the envelope, and in front of it was a signature of my dad and someone else. I didn't know whose that was, but it didn't stop me from opening it.

I tore the envelope open and brought out a letter, and I was frozen. I didn't know what emotion to feel, but I knew I thought something.

Doubt…and felt some arousing anger.

I read this letter over and over again, and at this point sweeping became unimportant. The thought of calling Xavier came to mind but the words he told me yesterday were more powerful.

But at the same time, I had to put my personal issues aside. I picked up my phone, not taking another second to think about it, and I called him.

“Hey, can you come to…to..” I stuttered, breathing in and out. This was the exact last thing I wanted, but I had to.
“Dorothy?” He called me, and it did what it always does to me, each time he spoke my name.

Made my heart shudder.

“Yes. Erm, please come to my parents house, I'd love to show you something” I told him, staring at the letter in my hand.
“Hey, you alright? I'm on my way, okay?” He asked, and I heard the alertness in his voice.

I said nothing and ended the call, dropping the letter and managing to sweep. After an hour and a few minutes, I heard my doorbell ring.

“That must be Xavier” I thought as I opened the door, but I was frozen and my heartbeat increased tremendously.
“Mr ... .Mr. Frey”. 





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