chapter 7: Locked

Elvis POV

As she sat beside me, I couldn't help but give her a glance. She looked more beautiful than I can remember, in good shape and fairer, the emotions swirling inside me are unexplainable.

I promised Harriet that I will marry her, but I can't seem to move on from her. Despite all my efforts, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I still want her. i missed her, her innocent looks, her gentleness.

blocking her car from moving, manipulating her into my own vehicle, it all seemed so irrational. There's no tangible reason for doing that, except for the fact that I don't want her out of my sight again after so many years. I can't bear the thought of it.

so i had to come up with the business deal she came back for, hopefully that will stall her.

Then I noticed her gaze on my hands, specifically my ring finger. I followed her gaze, curious about what she was looking at, then it drew on me that she was looking for a ring.

i watched as her eyes stayed on my finger, with a look of curiosity, she seemed to be wondering why I'm not putting on a ring, she thinks I'm married to Harriet???

The thought amused me.

just as i was about to ask her what she was looking at, her phone suddenly rang, showing a reflection of the name

Rolex??

As I listened to her conversation, my mind began to wander. Who was on the other end of the line? she isn't wearing a ring so she is not married. or was this person someone special in her life? A boyfriend, perhaps? The thought sent a pang of unease through me.

But as I continued to listen, my attention was drawn to the tone of her voice. It was light, casual, and seemed to be reassuring the person on the other end that everything was fine. "No, I'm fine, it wasn't something serious," she said, her words dripping with a calmness that I couldn't quite match.

My mood shifted, and I felt a surge of anger course through my veins. I squeezed the phone in my hand so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My driver, sensing the tension, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked, his voice cautious.

I shot him a cold, angry glance. "Drive and mind your business," I snapped, my voice low and threatening. The driver's eyes darted back to the road, and he remained silent.

I gazed at her, my expression rigid.

"where are we going" she asked, her conversation with the mystery person obviously concluded.

i didn't bother responding, the urge to punch the wall superseding all emotions, but i stayed calm, i can't give her the pressure of knowing she affected my mood.

her question hung in the air, but I remained silent.

she seemed to have noticed my shift in mood, but acted less concerned while focusing on the road.

I shot her a stern look.

before bringing out my phone to message my assistant

'find out who Rolex is’

and got a reply instantly

‘on it sir’

*****

As we arrived at my private villa, nestled in the outskirts of town, she followed me in, quietly . I gestured to a nearby servant, my voice weary. "I'm tired. The servant will show you to your room. You can freshen up, and we'll discuss business tonight."

But my words seemed to spark a fire within her. Her eyes flashed with anger as she turned to face me. "Who do you think you are, Elvis?" she demanded, her voice rising. "What am I doing here? You think you can just dictate what I do because you have power? If it's business, let's get it over with. I can go back to my apartment after. I'm not freshening up here; this isn't my home."

I didn't bother replying. I turned and left for my room, the sound of her curses fading into the distance as I walked away.

on getting to my room

a servant ran over.

"sir she wants to leave, should we let her go".

"what?" i asked, my voice low and even.

"she thinks she can just leave?" i turned to face the servant, my eyes narrowing.

"tell her she's not going anywhere and if she insists lock her up".