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KATHERINE

Unfamiliar green eyes stared at me. My heart paused in a state of frenzy as I stared at them. I froze. Whatever I had been about to say died on the tip of my tongue. Davis stood beside me.

He looked as perplexed as I was. I turned towards him. I was definitely going to murder him.

“What the fuck have you done?” I spat. If I was filling rage then. Then there was certainly no word available to describe whatever I was feeling now.

“We followed your instructions. He was exactly the way you described him to be and he was where you said he was, at the flower shop,” David stuttered a bit in his words.

It was obvious whatever confidence he had disappeared right out the window.

“Buying flowers for my sick mother. Apparently, I didn't know that was such a crime,” the man said.

We snapped out of whatever argument that Davis and I were having and I turned to raise an eyebrow at him. It was then that I took my time to really look at him.

My gaze was fixated on his strong jaw lines and sculpted cheekbones and even with how disastrous the situation was, I was unable to stop myself from staring at him.

He had the face of a god. If anything like that, ever existed. He was a stunning man and if I were to stick to the stereotype, he looked like the kind of man that you could only encounter on the magazine covers.

Get it together, Katherine. You're already beginning to look like a fool in front of this man.

“First, you kidnap me for buying my mother flowers and then you stare at me like I come from a zoo exhibit. I think I'm beginning to feel insulted now,” he said dryly.

My cheeks went up in flames. I had no accurate response for whatever he said. I closed my eyes and sighed.

To my horror, he stood up immediately, towering over the both of us effortlessly. The ropes landed at his feet. His gaze sharpened into a glare as he stared at me.

“Next time you want to kidnap someone, find people who won't do a sloppy job. I suggest you ask for a refund,” the taunt in his voice was evident.

I wondered if it would be the appropriate time for me to apologize but what the hell would I even be apologizing for. Sorry for kidnapping you. I thought you were my ex fiance?

He walked out of the room, calm and composed without as much as a backward glance. He paused abruptly at the doorway.

My heart hammered frantically within the confines of my chest.

“You better pray you don't get a call from my lawyer. I suggest you find yourself a lawyer of your own just in case,” and with that, he headed out of the building. I remained in a haze for a very long time.

I didn't know what to do. Not only did I end up kidnapping the wrong person but I earned myself a lawsuit as well. Just dandy. When it was beginning to sink in, I turned around and raised an eyebrow at Davis.

“You had one job. One fucking job and you couldn't even do it right,” I snapped. He looked like he had been about to say something but then decided against it at the very last minute.

No explanation from him would have been enough to justify this.

“We're going to trace him. This time, we're going to do it right and -”

“Just shut up” I hissed. I knew that I had to control my anger. My next choice of words would be terrifying.

So many emotions pummeled through me. I found it difficult to recover from the shock of what happened and at the same time, I found myself lingering on the rage that threatened to consume me.

“It's too late, Silas would already be preparing to get married to Fontana soon,” I whispered brokenly. My shoulders sagged with depression and the clarity of what was about to happen began to set in. My eyes fluttered closed for a short moment.

Maybe I was overthinking this, maybe the right thing to do was to listen to Davis and let him handle it. My subconscious mentally kicked me in the guy for even daring to consider it.

Don't be ridiculous. All you've done is gotten yourself into trouble. Successfully, in the space of one night, you earned yourself embarrassment and a lawsuit.

Tonight's failure was like a kick to my gut. The more I stood here, the more it made itself obvious. It haunted, and mocked me.

Trying to do anything beyond going home and drowning myself in alcohol would be asking for trouble.

“Just give us another chance. We can do this if you let us. Please give us another chance to make this work and make amends,” suddenly Davis wasn't so cold and terrifying anymore.

I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my irritation.

“Just forget it. I won't ask for a refund but at the same time, don't expect any balance from me. I'm not wasting any more of my money,” I glared at him and turned away, heading towards the exit of the stale room.

It was so funny how I had wanted to come here. I had been dying to see the shock on Silas's face.

I had been anticipating it for weeks and then suddenly, I couldn't wait to get out of this place which was nothing short of ridiculous.

Which brought me to the realization that I was simply a…failure. I couldn't keep my relationship, I couldn't keep a baby, I couldn't make my plans work, and heck I couldn't convince Silas to come back to me.

Tears blurred my vision as I drove back home.

I couldn't wait to head to my wine cellar and drown myself with a bottle and forget every sorrow, every torment, every shame and whatever outcome would come to me in the future. All I wanted was get buried in my drinks.

Immediately I got home and parked in my garage, my phone beeped.

Be careful, beautiful. I'll be watching you now.