Ceaser didn’t know what to think or do next. His next move was jumbled up in his head due to some facts he had learned about Jules tonight or maybe it was because of the weird feeling he had when she was around or when he thought of her. A feeling he couldn’t place yet.
He was beyond confused about the whole situation. This wasn’t part of his plan and he wasn’t supposed to get emotionally involved with his daughter’s mother. Not that he was emotionally involved but he had a feeling he was on his way there.
There was no need denying it.
He called Tom immediately. He was still on his way back home.
“Sir?” He said after he answered the phone
“You didn’t give me the full information about my daughter’s guardian.” Ceaser told him.
“I was going to tell you everything but you…”
“I want that file tomorrow. Make sure it’s up to date. I want everything you can get on her. Who she’s with every second of the day, I also want the police records on her; parking tickets, jail time and the rest…everything.”
“You want to start piling her information to make a case?” He asked.
“No.” He was confused on what to do. He just needed everything Tom could get on her so next time he wouldn’t be surprised by anything.
“Because it doesn’t look like she’s had a second of jail time”
Of course, he knew that.
“I just want everything you have on her!” Ceaser snapped at him and ended the call.
He sighed in the car space.
He needed to get his head straight and he had to stop thinking about her. She always had a way of sneaking into his head, into his thoughts and it wasn’t helping the situation, ‘his’ situation. He had to do something about it, quick before things escalated and got worse for him.
He pulled into his drive way and switched the engine off. He sighed trying to clear his thoughts before he entered his house but then he picked up her scent.
Vanilla.
And now his goddamn car smelled of vanilla. Well, how the heck was he supposed to clear his thoughts off her if his goddamn car smells of her.
He got out of the car slamming the door shut angrily and walked briskly into the house. He needed sleeping pills because he was sure he was going to be up all night without one.
The next morning, Tom brought the file he asked for, he read it and was done before he knew it. He would have spent more time on it if her file weren’t small.
She was an only child. She graduated top of her class in the University – Summa Cum Laude. Moved here when she got her job at Freddie and Co. She broke up with her boyfriend for sleeping with her roommate – sonofabitch. Her parents used to visit her often especially during holidays. She also went home once in a while. Her parents died in a plane crash on their way back home after visiting her. Since then, her social life which wasn’t that social became none existent. She worked harder than before which earned her a lot of promotions. She buried herself in her work. Then a year after her parents’ death she began the adoption process. She finalized everything and got full custody of an ‘orphan’ – her file had stated.
He clenched his jaw at that. Ivy would never be an orphan. She had him – in a way.
He didn’t know what to do with the information he now had. Oh, and well, she was clean, as expected. He wondered how she handled her parents’ death.
Oh, stop this bullsh*t Ceaser!
He mentally scolded himself for wondering about that.
Is there a word for how confusing this confusion had become more confusing than he’d ever been confused in his life?
It’s more confusing than that.
He snapped out of his thoughts when his phone rang.
“Mum?” Ceaser answered when he picked up
“You keep forgetting you have a mother, don’t you?” She asked.
“How would I ever forget” He smiled.
“Ceaser we’re worried about you” He could sense that sadness again “There’s a charity ball at the McGraw’s on Wednesday. I want you to be there.”
“Mum…”
“I’m not asking Ceaser” she said “And I invited Brittany Mascot.”
“Mum, if you want me to be there, you’ll have to let me bring someone.” He told her.
“I know you have no one, so I invited her.”
“Mum, I’ll bring someone”
Silence.
“Really?” She sounded shocked when she replied.
“Yes. Just don’t invite Britt.”
“Okay. And your father wants to talk to you about the company you just acquired.”
“How the heck does he know about that? The press doesn’t even know yet, just rumors going about.”
“Your father has had his ears stuck to the ground since Bea.” She said.
Well, it wasn’t just his dad. His mum had also been trying to hook him up with every girl she thought suitable for him since Bea died and Brittany Mascot was her current suitor.
Suitor.
His thought went back to last night’s conversation with Jules. She had said something about suitors.
“Ceaser? Are you there?” His mum asked.
“Yea. I’ll see you on Wednesday mum.” He told her.
“Okay honey. Say hi to your lady friend.”
He smiled.
“Love you, mum.”
“Love you honey.” His mum said before the line went dead.
He stared down at his phone and wondered how the heck he was supposed to get Jules to be his date to the charity ball. He needed to avoid her for a couple of days to get his head straight.
It was going to be a long week.
The next day, Jules took Ivy to the park as she did every Saturdays. She was on the verge of learning how to walk and it would be a nightmare once she learnt how to walk because she wouldn’t want to do anything but walk. Hopefully she wouldn’t be a runner.
She thought smiling as she watched Ivy share her toys with another toddler.
Today while she got her ready for the park she had kept saying ‘Dada’.
What had Ceaser done to her?