Chapter 3 - The will

Alec POV

"Mr Myers is here to see you", Sonia says as she opens the door. I stand up, greeting him.

"Mr Myers, I'm Alec Hardy. What can I do for you?" I ask as we shake hands and then guide him to the chair opposite from mine on my desk. He looks at me and offers me a smile. He looks like a kind and respectful man.

"Mr Hardy, I am here with some papers that concerns you and only you", he says, offering me a black folder. I grab it from him, and I rest back on my chair while I look at the papers, and my eyes widen. What the fuck is this?

"Is this some kind of a joke?" I ask, reading the papers that I was given.

"Of course, not Sir, this is the testament of Harry Payne, your grandfather", he says, and I can't help but laugh. My grandfather is called Devin Hardy.

"I know this all must come to a shock as I am aware that you have never met your grandfather", he says, "He was very fond of you, but your parents kept you away from him, and in my opinion, for the right reasons, but he was very proud of all of your accomplishments", he says. I raise my eyebrows sitting foreword on my chair and resting the papers in front of me.

"He left you everything, sir", Michael says, and I look down at the papers.

"And what is everything?" I ask, and he offers me another paper with lists and lists of assets that now belong to me. I blink a couple of times as I read everything, and I can't even begin to understand how all of that is now mine. I have plenty of money, I grew up with a lot of money, but this, this is the kind of money that people only dream of, Billions.

"If you would like to give these documents to your lawyer to have a look, I am more than happy to come back in about two weeks to retrieve the documents signed", he says, and I frown, looking at him.

"There's a few rules and conditions for the money to be yours, but I reckon is nothing too much for a guy like you", he says, and I look down at the papers. I am in finance, and I know nothing about law and the terms written in that will. I nod my head, and as soon as he leaves my office, I grab my phone and dial my lawyer's number. I tell them I need them in my office ASAP. That's what they are paid for. I rest back on my chair, passing my hand through my hair and then I decide to call my mum. I keep avoiding her calls, but I need to know what is going on today.

"Hello, my love", she says as she answers the phone, and I roll my eyes.

"Mother, I need to talk to you", I let out.

"What is going on, Alec?" she asks me, and I take a deep breath. How am I going to ask this over the phone?

"Can I come over for dinner today?" I ask, and she takes a deep breath saying that it would be perfect, she has someone coming for dinner as well, and I will love to meet her. Fuck that. I am not interested in one of the trust fund girls my mum wants me to meet, and they are all brainless and futile.

"Okay, I'll see you at seven", I say before ending the phone call. I can feel my hands shaking with the information I have. Why didn't I know anything about my grandfather? Why did they lie to me about him?

I take a deep breath as Sonia walks into my office, and she looks back at the door. Great, my next meeting is here. Some sort of interview? Great. All that I need right now are those vultures around me. I see Sonia smiling, and that's when my world stops moving. Everything goes blank, and I stand up. Why is she here? What the fuck? Is this some sort of a joke?

"Mr Hardy, this is Aimee jones from Financial Times, and she is your next appointment", Sonia says, and I honestly don't even pay attention to her words. I look at her, in front of me, after ten years, she is here, facing me, does she have no shame? If she wants to play this game, I can play it too. I smile and walk around my desk and offer her my hand.

"Miss Jones, it is a pleasure", I say, and she takes my hand on hers, and she automatically puts it away after we touch for just one second. It doesn't feel long enough. What am I thinking? This is the woman that broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She raises her head and looks up into my eyes, saying ht pleasure is hers. I walk, guiding her to the table at the end of the office. I rest my hand on her lower back while she sways her hips walking. I pull her chair and then take my place in front of her. I rest back on my chair, locking my fingers with each other, and I look at her. Her eyes look the same, and she looks exactly the same. She hasn't changed one little bit in ten years. How is that even possible? What sort of magic is that? Aimee clears her throat as she picks up all her stuff for the interview. Is she really going to go through with this? Is she serious?

"So, Mr Hardy", She says, and I can't contain my laughter. I start laughing, throwing my head back as she looks at me, frowning. What game is she playing? Why is she here?

"How can you do this? Why are you here, Aimee?" I bark at her, and she flinches for a second, but then she recomposes herself and looks at me defiantly. This is not the Aimee I knew. The Aimee I knew was kind and shy, and she was the most delicate flower I had ever seen. This woman is independent and strong.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir. I am here to interview you, and please call me Miss Jones", She says, and I can feel the anger bubbling deep inside of me. How can she talk to me like this? Why is she here, really? I bet when she saw my name, she begged for the interview. That's what sluts do. They try and get closer to me any chance they have. "Who are you trying to fool?".

"I am sorry, sir, I am here to interview you for our financial magazine", She says, and I stand up, slamming my hands on the table as I am trying to control my anger. She looks at me with wide eyes, and all I want to do is tell her to get the fuck out.

"Why are you here, Aimee? After ten years, why are you here? Didn't you do enough damage in my life? You want to do some more to my reputation now?" I bark at her, not containing my anger any longer. Aimee looks at me as if she is about to burst crying, and she starts throwing everything in her bag. And that's when she turns to me, telling me to fuck off. My old Aimee would never tell me to fuck off. Why am I feeling so attracted to her right now? What the fuck is wrong with me?

She throws her bag over her shoulder, and before I know it, I am pulling her by her arm, making her spin and almost fall as she collides against my chest. Her proximity makes my heart flutter, and I can feel my breath stuck inside of me. I wrap my arms around her waist as she looks up at me, and I look into her eyes and then slide to her plump lips. Aimee pulls away from me and takes one step back, grabbing her bag from the floor and spinning around to walk out again.

"You know what?", She says spinning again and looking at me, "You are an ass", she says, and I can't help but smirk. Aimee Jones, just like that back into my life. She slams the door behind her, and I look around my office to find her questions on the floor. I pick it up, scanning the paper to see her questions and my face falls. She really was going to ask serious questions about me. I wasn't really expecting that.