New beginning

Chapter 6✍️

The cool breeze enveloped me as I stepped off the plane in France. I joined the stream of passengers moving towards the baggage claim, the sound of luggage wheels and chatters filling the air. I felt a thrill of happiness knowing I was away and I wanted to start all over, but I still had thoughts of that suspicious phone call. I don’t frolic around with any man, so who could that be? I mean, I would have easily said Charles’s wife, but they were long gone and I haven’t spoken to him since our last encounter at the airport, so definitely it’s not here, then who? I thought to myself with a blank expression on my face.

I rolled my luggages to a taxi, gave the driver my destination and few minutes later, I stood at the front of a beautiful tall building.

This was it, my new home. I smiled and stepped inside. The concierge greeted me warmly and handed me the keys to my apartment. I thanked her and made my way upstairs, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

The apartment was a little small, but perfect. I smiled, feeling the sense of satisfaction, and I began to unpack, arranging my clothes in the closet and every other thing that had to be in place.

As I emptied the last suitcase, my phone dinged, and I quickly checked who it was cause Lizzy and Ella already spoke to me the moment I got in. It was an unknown number that sent a message. It says “Hi beautiful? I’m so sorry I haven’t called you since you left my apartment. i travelled back to Paris for work, but I promise to call you immediately. I’m free. Hope to hear from you soon, Kelvin.”

How in God’s name did he get my number? I stared at the screen, my mind racing with questions. I distinctly remember not giving him my number. A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered if he had somehow manipulated me into giving him when I was drunk.

I didn’t want Kelvin to contact me. I didn’t want to be his friend and come to think of it. “Did he just say he went back to Paris for work? Holy shit! Please don’t tell me we’re not far away from each other. No, no, why? I lamented, my expression turning into a sour mood.

I wanted to start afresh with just work and work and not have a bulldog trailing my movement. “Can’t you just leave me alone?” I yelled at my phone, imagining he can hear me.

I decided to ignore the message, hoping he’d get the hint and leave me the hell alone. Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave. The clock on the wall seemed to mock me, its hands ticking away with an air of urgency. I knew I had to surrender to sleep, for tomorrow was my first day at work. With a heavy sigh, I collapsed onto the bed and slept off.

The next morning, I stood in front of the sleek glass facade of the Al-Futtaim building, and for some unknown reason I was scared, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, and a friendly receptionist greeted me with a beautiful smile. “Welcome to Al-Futtaim Group! You must be Starr, right?”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that the director had told the receptionist of my coming. I didn’t have to start explaining myself. “Yes, that’s me.”

The receptionist handed me a security badge and led me to the elevator. “The director, Mr jerkins is waiting for you on the third floor. Good luck on your first day, Mrs Starr.”

“Oh no, you can just call me Starr, just Starr, and thank you again,” I said to her before entering the elevator.

As the elevator door opened, I stepped out into a bustling office, filled with different people in their different cabins, hums of conversations, and even some offices down the hallway. God! They were a lot of people, and they were all staring at me, I even heard some mutter “oh my God! She’s very beautiful, some were smiling and I returned the smile while some were just gawking, their eyes filled with jealousy,” Well, I just hope they’re friendly. I murmured to myself.

I approached the blond, tall, light skin receptionist, to ask for the director’s office, and she looked up at me, checking me out from my head to my toes and asked, “do you have an appointment? I knew, she knew who I was causing the other receptionist on the first floor knew so why won’t she know? But that wasn’t my business. I just wanted to see the director immediately.

“Yes, I’m Starr, the newly recruited staff? Does that ring a bell?” I asked her, and she hesitantly replied.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said. Well, he’s waiting for you. “Go down the hallway. The first stop by your right is the office.”

“Thank you,” I muttered lowly, before heading in the direction she pointed, but I’m sure she heard it.

I arrived at the office and exhaled deeply before knocking on the door. I heard that deep voice asking me to come in. I slightly pushed the door open, and I saw a man who looks like he’s in his late fifties swirling his chair around. And immediately he saw me. He called out my name with a huge smile on his face.

“Starr, welcome aboard!” He said, extending his hands for a handshake and I quickly took it. How’re you? How was flight?” He asked.

“Mr jerkins,” I exclamated. I’m very fine sir, my fight was good too sir, and th…thank you for having me here sir,” it’s really an honor to be in the headquarter group of the great prestige Al-Futtaim group.” I said, my voice low but firm.

“You’re welcome, Starr, and also thank you for honoring our request to help assist my son in bagging more deals and investments to take this company to a whole different level. I know it was short notice, but I only told Mr Clinton about it, cause the last P.A destroyed our hard-work with a stupid presentation so I had to fire her.

And I intend to keep my promise as stated earlier, “Did he tell you? He asked, and I was confused cause I didn’t know what he was talking about. So I quickly answered “No, Sir.”

“Okay, you see, I told him that I needed a good staff in Dubai branch that would work as a P.A here for 2 years to my son, then after 2years expires, he/she would return to Dubai and continue his/her duties but with a promotion. Then he suggested you.”

Immediately I heard that, I got angry and felt bad that MR Clinton never mentioned this to me. I mean, I thought; I was going to here till I was tired and needed a transfer back to Dubai to be with my best friend Lizzy, but I was wrong, i had just 2years to spend in France. And I intend to make that memorable. So I said the only thing I had to say.

“I understand Sir, after two years, I’d relocate back.” I replied without hesitation.

“Good, good, I’m glad we could come to an agreement, and I really hope you’d do well alongside my son.” He added.

“Yes, Sir. I promise to do my best.”

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NEW YORK CITY 🏙

My phone kept on ringing, and I peeped to check if she was still the one. Can’t she just get the memo? What does she still want from me after 1year? She had made me miserable for the past one year.

I found out that my betrothed, the love of my life, we were supposed to be married; we were supposed to be celebrating our 1-year anniversary of marriage, but she ruined it all.

A day to the day we were supposed to walk down the aisle, I caught my fiancée and my brother who is my best friend, but I no longer saw him as a friend, in my bedroom, having pleasurable sex, her moans were so high, and I could tell from her face that she loved it. She had never moaned like that each time we had sex.

I had cut off the marriage a year ago, but her family still kept on calling me.

I guessed they just want their prostitute of a daughter to be married to, ME, SEVEN, A MULTIMILLIONAIRE.

I was done with love. All I do now is fuck every woman I come across, cause all women all the same. Bitches!!!