Chapter 11- Heir.

Andres Pov.

I had been so engrossed in my work, only for all to be shattered by a squeal from the first floor, probably the cafeteria.

I ignored it, waving it off as one of the jitters of the employees, but then I heard a scream and immediately knew that I couldn't take it anymore.

I headed to the cafeteria, and wasn't surprised to see Rosaura there. The irregular beating of my heart started again, and I had to look away to shut it off.

“Who the hell made that excruciating noise?” I demanded as silence fell over the hall.

Though I enjoyed it sometimes, this wasn't one of those times.

“It came from me. What would you do, brother?” I turned to see Gary, staring at me with those mischievous eyes of his.

Is he trying to make a scene?

“I know it wasn't you, Gary,” I said with every single coolness in me. The last thing I wanted was to start a fight with him here, of all places, and of course, Gary is very temperamental.

“Well, it is me, and I ask you again, what are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” I mumbled, and he laughed out loud.

“I'm sure you didn't walk all the way from your office over to this place to say ‘nothing’, C'mon, let it all out,” Gary said with a sinister smile, and I stared at the employees, all looking at me.

“Everyone out,” I commanded, and they were just about to leave when Gary raised his arm, stopping them.

Of course.

“Everyone stayed,” He commanded also, and they all looked around, confused.

Now they didn't know who to obey, and I definitely don't want to put each of them in a position of choosing sides. I might have let it go, but Gary wasn't.

“What on earth do you want, Gary?” I asked him, trying so hard to control my voice so as not to sound angry, and he shrugged.

“Oh, nothing, maybe payback for stealing my party,” He said, and I massaged the bridge of my nose in a thoughtful way.

“Just let it go, Gary.”

“But I don't want to, besides, I'm sure everyone wants to know a little more about Andres, the real estate broker who avoids saying his last name,” He yelled the last part out, and mumblings sounded around the hall.

Everyone knew me as Mr Andres, an important part of Beaumont Estates, but nobody knew who I really was.

My identity had been kept a secret for reasons best known to me.

“He is Andres Beaumont, the first son of Lucas Beaumont and Heir to Beaumont estates,” He said, and gasps followed immediately along with silent muttering, and Gary looked on, victorious.

He had cast a secret I so much wanted to keep.

At least, it wasn't a bad thing.

‘He's the heir?’

‘I thought that was Gary?’

‘You mean, he agreed for his brother to be seen as heir, why?’

‘Why did he keep all this from us?’

All the mutterings started getting to my head, and I tried so hard to shut them out.

My arms began shaking, and I tried so much to hide it so that nobody could know about my nerves.

This must be what Gary is trying to accomplish.

“And how is any of this special? He's the CEO's first child, so what? Will that increase or decrease the respect we have for him? No, so quick the incessant muttering, it's annoying,” Rosaura snapped, and for some reason, everyone turned away, acting busy.

She does have that ruling blood in her, and did she just save me?

“And who are you?” Gary asked her, his eyes scheming lustfully over his body, and I felt unquenchable anger for some reason.

I made her say something only for her to smile at him and curtsied.

“My name is Rosaura Morales, sir, pleasure to make the acquaintance of the real heir of Beaumont estates,” She said, and He nodded.

“I like you already,” He said to her with a chuckle.

“Likewise, Sir Gary,” She replied, and I felt a pang in my chest immediately, but why?

I shouldn't care anyway; he was my brother, and she was just a normal girl I had met recently.

“You are the new…”

“Senior agent, employed recently,” She said, and he smiled.

“Not surprised, you sure seem smart enough to be made a senior agent right away. In fact, I wish I could have you as a PA right now,” He joked, and she laughed.

I turned away, not wanting to see anything.

Everything just made me sick.

I sighted Evans a distance away and immediately headed towards him, while we walked together to my office.

“Do you like her?” He asked me, and I seemed to be caught off guard.

“Who? Like who?” I asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“Don't act like you don't know, I mean, do you like the new girl, Rosaura?”

I nearly pounded on the question before cautioning myself, how on earth would I like her? We just met.

“That's a funny question,” I told him.

“And I'm not laughing,” He replied to me with a stoic face, and I sighed.

“What gave you even the slightest clue that I liked her?”

“I just guessed, also your reactions are priceless when it comes to her,” He said with a small chuckle, and I frowned.

“I don't understand what you mean,” I said, and he shrugged.

“You don't need to understand,” he answered me, and I rolled my eyes.

“You're just overreacting. Is it because I flirted with her at the party? I was drunk and joking,” I mumbled, and He sneered.

“Yeah, right.”

“You're sick,” I told him, and he smiled.

“Did you take the drugs?” He asked me quietly, and I paused for a while before starting to walk again.

“I did”

“Your arms are still shaking; its potency is yielding nothing…”

“You think I don't know that!?” I snapped, and he kept quiet.

My arms started shaking again, and I tried so much to keep them under control.