Chapter 5

Donald's POV

I found myself staring at the magazine I was holding. But in all honesty, I wasn't reading a word. I was just staring at the pages. Instead, my mind was clouded with the thoughts of Sophia.

The lawyer had told me she still haven't sign the divorce papers. I didn't know why she was taking too long. Did she think if she stalled a bit I'd rescind my decision?

I wouldn't give her that satisfaction. At least that should make her learn her lesson.

As a young bachelor, I wouldn't have thought of marrying a lady such as Sophia. I wouldn't have even look her twice if she had passed by my side. She's not up to the standard of women I roll with. But, despite knowing she didn't have a chance with me, she had managed to get into my life. My mother, rest her soul, had been the perfect gateway. She had warmed her way into the heart of not just my mother but also the rest of her family.

And what could be worse? Mother had insisted I marry her. To her, she was the best girl for me. She was an angel — the perfect woman fit to be my wife.

I had gone ahead with the marriage as my mother wanted. I had to, at least to honour her dying wish. But I saw through Sophia's charade. She couldn't fool me as she fooled the rest of the family. To me, she was just a plain gold digger, seeking treasures to loot.

“Do you really have to do that every morning?” I looked up to see Laura staring at me disapprovingly.

Her beautiful face was contorted in a frown as she stood with her arms on her waist. I almost laughed at her gimmicks but I knew better. For some days now, Laura has been complaining that I pay little attention to her.

The last few days had been hectic as I had been on the lookout for a potential contract. It's quite a big deal and I couldn't afford to lose such deals to my competitors.

Laura's eyes were still on me. She was clearly waiting for my answer.

“It helps calm me down,” I smiled, adjusting slightly from where I sit.

“And you have to do it always?” She inquired, raising an eyebrow at me. “Even while I'm here?”

I sucked in a breath as I thought of how best to answer her. Knowing Laura, I wouldn't want to get into an argument this morning. She was and still is a fierce lady and that got me endeared to her in the first place.

“Okay, just a few pages more. I'd drop it soon anyway.” I took a quick glance at my wristwatch. “I have to be at an important meeting by 9.”

Laura seemed not to be pleased by my response. The look on her face told me that. I have to give up on reading the magazine.

Things we do for love!

“Are we still going to ‘Red cuisine’ in the evening?” She asked gently, now sitting on my lap.

I stared at her face, I became lost as always, staring at her blue eyes. Her mouth was pouted as she stared back at me, expecting a response.

I nodded my head still not taking my eyes off her, “We will baby, I just need to sort the meeting quickly.”

Laura smiled then hugged me tight, it was obvious she was seemingly pleased with my response. For some days now, she had been talking about visiting this new restaurant in town. I had promised her we'd do that today.

Laura wasn't just some quick lay, she was much more than that. She's been in my heart since we were kids and no other woman had taken that spot. Even when she was out of the country it had still remained the same. And when she finally came back, I was more than glad to have the woman of my dreams.

The ringing of my phone sliced through my thoughts and I jerked up slightly. Laura got off my body and I made for the phone on the table.

“What's the matter Jane?” I asked my secretary immediately and I picked the call.

“Our client just confirmed he'd be on the way soon sir.” Jane's voice cut through my ears and I sprang up slightly.

I glanced at my wristwatch. Shit!

How time flies!

“I will be there shortly.” I said before clicking the line shut.

I rushed to the room then had a quick bath. I wouldn't want to waste time so as not to delay this client. It's quite a big deal for me.

My eyes scanned my wardrobe, then it finally landed on a navy blue suit.

I had to look good to leave a lasting impression on the client. They say first impression matters a lot. I'm willing to explore that saying to the best of my knowledge.

I checked the compartment that housed my wristwatch. But I instantly became alarmed.

My favorite wristwatch is gone!

I tried to do a quick calculation when I last used the wristwatch. It had been a while.

My mood suddenly became dampened.

Who could have taken the wristwatch I spent half a million bucks purchasing?

My mind only pointed to one person.

Sophia.

That good-for-nothing woman!

She must have been the one. I remembered the golddigger of a woman's eyes not leaving the wristwatch the last time I wore it.

I pranced around the room, my fists tightened by my side.

Sophia had definitely messed with the wrong person.

I hurriedly brought out my phone, then dialled her number. She didn't pick at the first ring and my frustration kicked straight to the edge.

I dialled the number once again. Immediately she picked, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

“What is it?” She asked.

“How could you stoop so low?” I chastised, trying to control the anger within me. “I'm ashamed I ever have anything to do with a filth like you.”