Chapter Three

Caitlyn ’s POV

I woke up sore on my birthday.

Attributes of great sex, I was grateful for the strange man from last night. He had fucked me with a lot of audacity, something I had missed in a while.  

I never drank whenever I was Fire— some of Caitlyn ’s meticulous tendencies showed occasionally. Not because I didn’t mind a drink or two but because it made it easier to find home after every spontaneous activity or stripping session. 

I couldn’t risk getting lost in my city and being found drunk and miserable.

That would mean losing my social standing, reputation and even the company. 

My life was that intense. 

I believed the scrutiny was even greater because I was a woman. 

Last night was the same, after having one of the best sex of my life, only second to my first time — nostalgia bias— I stumbled back home and slept till exactly 5:30 AM. 

I woke up at the same time everyday and did the same things, followed the same routine. I knew that Micheal would send me a bouquet of flowers by 9:00PM and I would complain about the sort of flowers he had bought. 

I felt 40 years old even though I was only 24. 

I felt different and even as I stared at myself in the mirror as I applied my lotion on my face, I knew something was different about me.

Maybe it was the weight of the responsibility or maybe….

I brushed off the thought even though it rang in my brain. 

I stepped out of my robe and slipped into a simple straight skirt and a fitted shirt, it clung to my body but not so much that it made me uncomfortable.

I turned the mirror and liked the reflection of who looked at me.

‘You’re beginning to look like the woman you have always been. The woman you are meant to be.’ Fire said to me and I smiled, ignoring the bigger message she was trying to pass across. 

I shut her out again. 

A knock came at the door just then and relieved, I growled ‘come in.’ 

Rivera Michelle, the butler of 30 years stood at the entrance of my room, unsure of what to do. 

Poor man, he was still scared of me even though he had practically watched me grow. “Miss Spears. The event planners for the masquerade tonight are downstairs and they say they need to speak to you urgently.”

I groaned.

I could hear the pattering sound of footsteps and the moving of tables from my third floor room. Preparations for the big masquerade were in tow. 

I wasn’t interested, and they couldn’t make me interested. 

“As you can see, I’m off to better things.” I responded before applying a dash of hot red lip gloss and clutching my bag closer to me. 

“I believe your assistant suggested you stay home for the day?” Rivera asked and I turned to him in anger. 

“I am her boss, I give the orders. To you too!” I reminded him and he grimaced, his face turning red. “If you cannot handle matters concerning silly parties then I don’t see your usefulness. I am occupied with meetings pertaining to my work, so I would not be distracted by birthday plans.”

I put on my shoes and swung my new Chanel bag over my hands before slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses.

“Very well. Happy birthday, Miss Caitlyn . Your parents would be proud of the woman you have become.” Rivera muttered, and before I could say anything more, he walked away.

I stared back at my ice cold reflection in the mirror. I could taste the unapproachable even in the colors I favored and the way I packed my full auburn hair. 

Big mouth, his unneeded words now plaguing my mind.

My parents.

They were a topic I didn’t want to touch on, alongside the brand new rage that came with this new age.

The clawing anger in my heart nagged at me begging for attention and instead, I stood up straight and headed for the door.

The sad thing about having two people in you is that, when one side starts to seek a lot of attention, you can't  just walk away from it. 

It went with you everywhere. 

‘It’s time and you know it. You were born for these two things, Spears INC and revenge. It’s time for you to take on both Caitlyn .’ Fire whispered to me, words only I could hear and I tried to shut her out again.

It was just Schizophrenia.

I wasn't going mad, but I knew.

It was more than that, it was something more than the ordinary and I needed to answer her calls.   

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“Caitlyn , remain in this room. How about you just receive orders just this once?” Lola begged me and I moved about awkwardly in the drawing room, feeling like an over blown balloon in my masquerade dress.

“I want to get on with this party and get it over with,” I snapped, adjusting the mask on my nose. 

I knew I looked good. I always did, it was my curse but I didn’t care for that at that moment. I just wanted this show of a night to end so I could get on with the whole revenge plot my alter ego had lined up. 

Yes, my alter ego was plotting revenge on someone. It sounded psychotic but it was real.

“Wait here, Caitlyn , please. Let me usher you into the room and then you can show your face. Note, Micheal is waiting for you by the foot of the stairs, he will meet you there and lead you into the hall. Don’t forget.” Lola called and walked out of the room leaving me to my misery.

I stumbled about in the dress and tried not to think about anything, I hated all of these show. I didn’t care for it and I hated that I had to be displayed and shown around like a piece of property.

I stood my back to the door when the door bursted open and immediately I turned around. A man walked in through the door, looking flustered and confused.

He walked further into the room, not seeing me. 

“What the hell?” I called and he finally turned around and I stormed towards him. “Are you a fucking intruder!” I asked him and his gaze narrowed as he looked back at me and then it clicked in that moment. 

Hell no!

It was my pleasure giver from last night!

“Me? No! Hell no, I am…” he began, a babbling mess. 

“You from last night! Why the hell are you here? Are you stalking me?” I asked him, annoyed and confused.

“Stalking you? Who….” He trailed off as I saw it click on his eyes, fear crept up into my stomach and I almost passed out  from shock.

“Why the fuck are you in my drawing room? Who let you in?” I thundered, not showing any of my inner turmoil.

“This is a mix up you are not…” 

The door opened again and Micheal came into the room, beaming like the golden boy he was. He stopped when he saw the man. 

“Caitlyn , you have met him already?” Micheal asked as he came over and gave me a peck on my reddened cheeks.

“Met who?” 

“Caitlyn  Spears, my father, Capita Wales.”