Nora’s pov
The past one week has been hell, and you know what’s funny ?.. I don’t even know why I’m sad. If is because of the fact that I like Ray a lot and I basically have to walk away cause is the right thing to do. Or is the fact that Jake has been lying to me all along, well I try to be understanding in that aspect. Doesn’t change the fact he’s a total jerk thou. Or maybe is the fact that my step sister is the bitchest bitch have ever come across.
Okay this seem like me overreacting, I know. But let’s keep the judging till later while I take you on a rollercoaster ride on how the past week has been and the reason I’m currently in the Airport going to Paris.
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Jessica wasn’t home when I got home so clearly we’ve both not had the conversation on what has occurred the previous night. However when she got to the house she knocked on my room door to find out how I was doing.
“Are you in there Nora ?” She said.
Clearing my throat as best as I can to avoid any suspicions, I responded ” Yes I am, got back few hours ago. I’m feeling sleepy right now, let’s talk tomorrow.”
That was fast I know, however that’s the only way to avoid having a conversation. She was definitely gonna come in and persuade me to talk. She’s been very helpful since Jake’s incident I don’t want to stress her out anymore.
“Alright. Goodnight girlfriend.” She said
“Goodnight”.
And that was it, back to my silent room. The silence was becoming too much and heart breaking that I had to put in my earpods.
It was totally a bad idea. Celine Dion’s music came up. It was so sad that I started another round of crying, I held the jacket I took from Ray’s closet to my chest and spoke to it like he was actually there with me. “Why can’t you just be a total stranger ?.. Why do you have to be related to that jerk ?.. You’re so good looking and kind to be his father. Whyyyyyyyyyyy?”
I kept on crying and questioning everything, but well there was no answer. I cried myself to bed that night and by the time I woke up I had swollen eyes from all the crying.
Everyone is outside probably sun bathing and doing fun things this summer. However I’m in my room turning myself to queen of tears.
I applied a little bit of powder on my face to conceal what I’ve been doing all night from Jessica. she’s very good at noticing, when I was satisfied with how I looked, I went downstairs to get something to put in my empty stomach that hasn’t received anything for more than twenty four hours now.
“Good morning Jessica” I said avoiding eye contact. She was seated on the couch with her legs folded, sipping sometimes from a mug. And a plate of pancakes was placed by her sides. She was very much focused on the TV screen that made me wonder what it was she was watching.
“Morning girlie. I left some pancakes for you” she said
“Thanks”. I took out the pancakes from the pan and made myself hot chocolate.
I was about going back upstairs when I sighted a familiar face on the TV screen ‘Raymond’.
He was walking into a company with lots of bodyguards trolling him. Journalist here and there calling him out. “Mr Raymond how do you feel about taking over the Blue Enterprise ?” One of the journalist ran over to him with her mic. “Now that you’re the CEO of Blue Enterprise do you intend on taking a wife for yourself ?, Mr Raymond over here please, Mr Raymond what are your plans since you’re now the new CEO ?, Will there be a reduction in the stock price ?” Everyone around him was just taking pictures and asking questions.
He stood tall, exuding confidence and sophistication in his tailored black tuxedo, complete with a fitted waistcoat and sleek lapels. A vibrant blue tie added perfectly knotted and dimpled, drawing attention to his chiseled features. White dress shirts peeked out from beneath his cuffs, adding a touch of elegance to his overall ensemble. His polished black shoes gleamed in the light which made me wonder if it was the same man I had slept with just nights ago.
I stood Frozen in my steps as my eyes were glued on the screen.
“Are you okay Nora?” I heard Jessica say.
“Uhm ye.. yea.. yeah I am” I said stuttering.
“You look like you just saw a ghost.” She said obviously worried.
“Hahaha that’s funny” I said brushing it off before quickly running upstairs.
“Oh my god, ooh my fucken god!!!”
I said going back and forth in my room.
“This can’t be happening” I ran my hands through my hair.
“This can’t possibly be happening”
I know Jake’s family has money just not to the point of his father being a fucken billionaire. Not for ones has be mentioned being stinky rich. Neither does he show it, he lives in a simple one bedroom flat, with simple furnitures and drives a simple car. I would never have thought he could be the son of a possible Billionaire. You have to be stinky rich to be the CEO of the Blue Enterprise. And tada it’s fucken Ray.
“The universe must really be mocking me, I’m very much certain of that now.”
I picked up my phone and went to the internet, I didn’t even need to go searching, cause it was the top trending news in the internet, Raymond McLaren the new CEO of Blue Enterprise in quote. I tapped on the Biography of him and it read, Raymond McLaren born 17 March 1998, is a business man and current CEO of Blue Enterprise. His Net worth is about 2. 9 billion USD, and he is currently single with two children.
If I was speechless earlier, well let me break the news. I’m dumb right now.
“Nora, Nora, Nora” I heard Jessica run up the stairs screaming my name.
“Stop screaming my name Jessica, I can hear you perfectly.” I said rolling my eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she repeated panting.
“What’s wrong ?” I said sitting on the bed with my legs crossed beneath each other.
“Isn’t McLaren Jake’s surname ?” She asked curiosity written all over her face.
“It is” I replied knowing exactly where she’s driving the conversation to.
“OMG!!.. You know the news that was up just now about the CEO, well he has the same surname as Jake your ex boyfriend. Could the possibly be related ?” She kept on rambling and I just sat quietly listening.
“He doesn’t look like he’s from a rich family, however I’m very much certain about the name, it said McLaren. I can’t quite remember the first name however it was McLaren.”
“The first name is Raymond, and yes they’re related.” I said knowing she won’t give up until she finds out.
“No wayyyyyy!!!” She said quickly sitting down next to me.
“That jerk actually has rich relatives. And good looking one at that, the man is so hot. He looks light he was brought out from a magazine. Is he his uncle ?, Do you know if he’s single ?”
I ran my hands through my hair an habit I had cultivated when ever I’m frustrated or tensed.
“That’s Jake’s father Jessica” I said.
“What ?????”