Chapter Two- Now or never

Stan laid on his bed, snoring lightly and ruffling his blanket at intervals.

For the hundredth time, his phone rang aloud, causing him to let out a groan.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked grumpily as he picked up the phone and made to throw it on the couch that laid opposite his bed.

The shattering noise that emanated from the phone caused him to jolt up, with every bit of sleep making way out of his eyes.

“Oh my God!” He yelped and jumped off his bed, rushing towards the phone and picking it up with regrets written on his face.

He had just gotten the phone two weeks ago after they made the announcement of its release. It hadn’t stayed up to a month in his possession and despite how wealthy he was, he felt terrible that he had given the phone a crack.

“Thankfully, it’s still working ”, he said as a massive breath of relief escaped his lips.

He quickly checked through his call log, silently wondering why someone decided to stand as an obstacle to his Saturday sleep time.

During weekdays, he worked from the morning hours up to nighttime. At that, he didn’t have enough time to sleep and rest during the week.

However, on weekends, he made it a point of duty to stay on his bed until noon.

“Why the hell did you disrupt my Saturday…”, he was saying when the voice from the other end of the call cut him short.

“Stan, it’s today!” The voice said hurriedly, causing him to remain mute for some seconds.

“What are you trying to say?” Stan asked, his heart beating out of his chest and his fingers shaking fervently.

Silently, he hoped that it wasn’t what his instincts pointed at.

“Her wedding” the voice from the other end informed and unknowingly, the phone dropped from his grip and landed on the floor; shattering into pieces and turning blank immediately.

Stan took slow steps backwards, staggering slightly and trying so hard to keep his knees from collapsing.

“No, no, that’s not possible”, he said to himself as tears welled up his eyes.

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building.

He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision.

His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States.

With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

Stan was muscular and adored mainly for his dark, curly hair. It was neat and flowing and in most cases, girls wallowed in wild fantasies that involve digging their hands into them.

He closed his eyes as a silent stream of tears trickled off his eyelid and down his cheeks.

Despite how hard he tried to withhold the emotions that surged up from the news he heard, he couldn’t deny the fact that it struck the most sensitive part of his heart.

He took in a deep breath and, suddenly, felt a wave of energy flowing through him.

“There’s still time! There’s time!” He muttered hurriedly as he ran back to his bedroom and glanced at the wall clock that hung opposite where he stood.

It was almost 11:am, the time of the day when the bride was probably about to walk her way down the aisle.

“Get me my car immediately!” He said hurriedly into his other phone that laid on the bed.

Without taking his bath or taking note of how he looked, he rushed out of his apartment in disarray.

“Where’s the car?” He bellowed angrily for the hundredth time on the call.

Almost immediately, a black BMW approached Stan. The door opened up, and he jumped in, panting so hard as though he had just completed a race.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked him, peering piercingly into his eyes.

“Where did you get the information from?” Stan asked the one important question he had in his heart.

“I saw on a magazine”, Jay replied as Stan’s eyes popped out of his socket.

“What?” He asked, almost screaming out of his lungs.

The last he checked, there was possibly no way that Carissa would be on the magazine. She was only a simple girl who didn’t fancy so much social life.

Stan swallowed hard as he looked at Jay, who wore a straight face.

“How is that possible? The News of her wedding can’t actually be on a magazine…”, he was saying when Jay cut in immediately.

“Of course it can”, Jay replied calmly.

“Especially because she is about to get married to a rich and influential person. I’m certain the news would be everywhere very soon”, Jay informed Stan, who felt a considerable pang on his heart.

Suddenly, his throat became constricted, and it started looking as though he were running out of air.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked in a tone that showcased a glint of sarcasm.

“Of course I’m not! Can you step on it and get me to the wedding location?” Stan cried out in frustration, while Jay scoffed and returned his gaze back to the road.

Jay was a young and handsome man around the same age range as Stan. They were best of friends since college, and it wasn’t surprising that the both of them resolved to working together later in life.

Inasmuch as Stan was the boss and heir to the company, Jay never felt belittled or not good enough.

He was always willing to help Stan through everything he was going through, and that caused their relationship to flourish over the years.

“Jay, increase the speed! We would reach there when the wedding is over if you continue moving this slow.” Stan pleaded as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

He had beads of sweats on his forehead, and Jay couldn’t help but scrunch his brows, totally surprised by his friend’s reaction. His friend, who had claimed to be a tough man.