CHAPTER 6

SHARED A DANCE

It was a beautiful day, indicated by the sunrise that welcomed them to the day. Celia had some makeup artists arrive early in the morning.

Everything had to be perfect on the long-awaited day. The venue was already packed with high and mighty names. Every journalist wanted to report on the celebration being held.

Celia arrived alongside her son earlier than the girls. They were heavily guarded, and their arrival was a surprise.

They went around greeting the familiar faces before they joined in the celebration. Mr. Andrew stuck by Zayn for the better part of the night.

It was simply an amazing day meant to continue into the night. With the classical music playing in the background and an abundant supply of wine, all was going great.

Mr. Andrew was deep into a conversation with Zayn concerning the prominent guests when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He immediately knew who it was, hence his hesitation to turn around. Still, he knew it was a good thing she accepted his invitation.

“Welcome, Deysha, you look lovely.” Zayn could not hide his disgust at simply seeing her; he quickly excused himself.

Deysha was glad to have him all to herself finally. She knew it meant something when he drove to her apartment to hand her an invitation card.

She felt their old spark return in that moment as they made fun of their adventure when they were younger. Then, like something out of her nightmare, she felt his gaze go behind her.

She turned around to look, and there she was. The supposed nurse had his full attention by simply walking into the venue.

Her hair was free from its braids, and looked so full when worn with its natural curls. The dress she wore brought out her gorgeous curves, and its mustard yellow color complemented the gold accessories she had on.

Mr. Andrew seemed to have forgotten about the young lady before her; he, just like his guests, was charmed by beauty. Their gazes followed her.

Jada held onto her as though she were a young girl likely to be snatched away. Even Celia was glad to see her son’s nurse looking so sophisticated.

Mr. Andrew probably took no notice of Deysha moving to another table. She wanted to wash down the bitter taste of jealousy on her tongue.

The billionaire whose company was being celebrated had yet to have a dance that night. If he was going to grace the dance floor that night, it had to be with Savannah.

He was relieved when he got to their table before any other man did. In that moment, he wanted everyone to know she was his.

He lifted her arm to his lips as he had done times before, only this time, he did it in front of hundreds of eyes.

This caught everyone’s attention; they were the stars of the dancefloor as they were on it, whispering into each other’s ears.

For the first time, Savannah had not felt people’s gazes bother her. She was happy enough in Mr. Andrew’s company to ignore everyone else’s presence.

To Deysha, this night was a reminder of the last night they had seen each other all those years ago. It was them on that dancefloor on his eighteenth birthday.

Back then, they thought they had figured everything out. They were going to join medical school together and become great doctors.

Here she was now, a doctor on the run from a father who had incriminating information against her.

She was to either yield to his demands or continue running for her life. She had chosen to run to the only person who could save her.

The person was no longer interested in being her savior; Mr. Andrew had finally replaced her.

{3 DAYS AGO}

It was a depressing night, with the rain pouring uncontrollably. Deysha was well into her second can of beer after an exhausting week of being on night shift.

She would have gone on until she fell asleep had it not been for the surprise visit from Javyn Andrew.

He was scanning her apartment in disbelief, probably because of how disorganized everything was. She was glad she had already replaced her broken glass table.

He was brief and straight to the point, wanting to leave that place as soon as possible.

“Welcome back, Deysha. You should join us in celebrating fifty years in business.” He handed her the invitation card, feeling rather pleased with himself.

Mr. Andrew wasted no time there, leaving after he passed the information. Deysha had not given it much thought.

He was a billionaire who had taken time out of his busy schedule to hand her an invitation letter.

She kept rereading it for the rest of the night, a smile plastered on her face. She was hopeful again that she could finally have a moment with him.

Given an opportunity, she knew she had to seize it. Every wall was a door to Deysha Wright.

****

She must have had a lot of wine, judging from the number of empty glasses on her table. She was struggling to walk out of the venue.

Mr. Andrew had given a heartfelt speech on how his grandfather had started the company years back. They had worked side by side with his father, who passed the knowledge on to him.

He had just had his final dance with his mother when he asked to head home early; he was not feeling well after all the dancing he had done.

Savannah accompanied him home, where she checked his vitals before administering his medication. Soon, he was well rested, so she left him to sleep.

At that time, it was already dark outside. The night was chilly with a unique silence that allowed Savannah to hear the breeze as she closed her bedroom window.

The smile Mr. Andrew gave her that day was still prominent on her face as she fell asleep that night. It was the happiest she had slept in days.

As they both fell asleep, their pictures were flooding the tabloids with every spicy heading the journalists could come up with.

Whether it was BILLIONAIRE FINDS LOVE, THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTERIOUS LADY, or the fans’ favorite: BILLIONAIRE’S LOVE WORTH HEALING.

All agreed that whoever the lady was, she was the first one to captivate him in that manner. She made him show a new side of himself.

****

Those are the tabloids a slightly drunk Deysha woke up to later that night. These should have been what shocked her, but did not.

She had no idea where she was. The room was certainly made for those who appreciated comfort as well as elegance.

Her clothes had not been tampered with, which gave her some relief. All she could recall was stumbling out of the party, barely able to walk.

Deysha sat there trying to gather her thoughts when she remembered an arm holding onto her.

She would have never known whose arm it was had it not been for a distinct piece of jewelry they had worn that night. A bedazzled silver wristwatch.

Her immediate instinct was to leave that room as soon as possible. Unfortunately for her, the door was locked.

Tears slowly trickled down her face as she realized the grave danger she could be in. She felt a heavy weight pressing down on her chest.

She thought of screaming, but was unsure if anyone would dare save her. In her state of distress she heard the door knob turn and realized it was a point of no return.