Chapter 7: Betrothed

Andres's Pov.

I didn't have it in mind to attend the gathering, but Dad said it was good to show my face. I find it funny how he coaxes me, yet couldn't care less about my brother, Gary, but when I saw her, dressed prettily in her red cocktail dress, I just knew I had to have her.

But what if she's like the others?

Pretty, but lacking a lot upstairs, I had to be scared. I didn't want to get tangled with a beautiful woman with no brains.

However, the way she answered my question so smartly, I couldn't help but appear dazzled.

“Don't tell me you like her,” I heard Evans groan beside me, and I rolled my eyes.

“And if I do?” I asked, and he facepalmed.

“You? Andres Beaumont? Don't make me laugh,” He chuckled softly, and I smiled a little.

Evans was Gary's PA, but we had been friends since childhood, even before he got that job in our company.

“I heard Mr Beaumont saying that you would be the new CEO,” He started, and I sighed.

“I told him I wanted it to be Gary; he is way more fit for that spot…”

“We both know that is a lie. The company is in enough trouble already. If it gets handed over to Gary, then it'd destroy the company totally,” He snapped quietly, and I eyed him.

“You know you can get fired for this, right?” I asked him seriously, and he waved off the question.

“I don't care, after all, people usually don't agree with the truth,” He mumbled, walking away.

I rolled my eyes again, picking up another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and sipping it.

“You look handsome as always, Andres,” I heard a voice which I recognized immediately as Stella, my betrothed.

“You flatter me with your compliment, Stella,” I said with a forced smile, and she smiled also.

“Care to dance?”

“Last time I checked, I'm the one who is supposed to ask you to dance,” I said with a slight chuckle, and she shrugged.

“Well, since you weren't willing to, I decided to make/ the first move.”

A normal person would have smiled, especially if it was someone who liked her, but I resisted the urge to frown.

“I'm not in the mood for dancing, Stella,” I told her politely, but I knew she wouldn't stop.

“Are you sure, I mean?”

“I said I'm not in the mood, Stella!” I snapped, and all eyes turned to us immediately.

I composed myself, releasing a little awkward cough.

“Not a nice way to treat your betrothed, Andres.”

“That would be Mr Andres to you!” I told her seriously, and she giggled.

“I don't have to be so formal with my future husband, do I?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Actually, you do,” I replied, wanting to walk away, only for her to say.

“You know you need me and my father, Andres, especially now that the company is in chaos. If I were you, I would be nicer,” She walked away sassily, and I sneered.

“What a pick me.”

Dropping the champagne glass, I headed into the mansion, only to meet Gary in the living room.

“You're having fun, right? After stealing my party,” I paused for a while, staring at him with stoic eyes before turning around and going upstairs.

“All you do is steal anyway, steal my party, steal my position, steal my company!” He yelled at me, and I gritted my teeth, trying to shut him out.

“I don't even want the shitty company!” I had the urge to yell back, but instead ignored it.

I knew better than to answer him; it'd only spark more chaos, and that I don't want.

Entering my room, I released my tie and let out a breath of relief as if I had just escaped from a tight space, maybe because I did.

I lay down for a while, wanting to rest my eyes before I do anything else, only to be swept away into dreamland.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until the constant beeping from my phone woke me up, and I grabbed it with a groan.

My drowsy eyes awoke instantly as I saw the message that popped up.

‘Rosaura Morales has been given the position of senior estate agent.’

“The hell!?” I gasped. From the picture, I could tell that it was the girl from yesterday, but how?

No one gets hired this quickly, no matter how smart or how influential you are.

She obviously used her charm to get that position, but that wasn't the only thing that surprised me.

For this message to be sent as a DM, it only means that she is under me, shit!

Well, we'll work out fine, as long as those weird sparks from yesterday don't continue, and that she doesn't have an ulterior motive.

I placed a call to my P.A, Jefferson, and he picked up after the third ring.

“Good morning, boss, are you coming to work today?” He asked, and I rolled my eyes.

Oh yeah, it's morning already.

“Yes, I am, but I would be a little late. We have a new senior agent on our side. Keep an eye on her.”

“A senior agent? How? We didn't get any files for the application, nor did we get any heads up! He said surprisingly and I sighed.

“Exactly my point, I don't trust her, so keep an eye on her, before I come at least,” I told him before ending the call.

I held my forehead, feeling pain.

My eyes grew dizzy, and I had to use my arms to navigate before finding my drawer.

Opening it with shaky arms, I took out the Dorsette box in it, removing the medicine in it, and swallowing it.

I stilled for a minute, breathing shakily with teary eyes.

“It'd all be over soon,” I reassured myself, wiping away the tears that nearly fell from my eyes.

I looked up at my mum's picture hanging on the wall, and felt the urge to cry again.

It'd all be over soon.