Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“What’s wrong with telling me? Come on, this woman’s bored. Pedro, entertain me,” she pressed, yanking his arm off to see a face as red as shrimp.
“If you want entertainment, get a companion,” Pedro told her, shifting away so she doesn’t bother him further.
“This woman’s old for that,” Cecil claimed.
“You’re just thirty-eight, what’s old about that?” he shrugged.
Cecil groaned, “Are you gisting me or not?”
“Nope. Not a chance,” Pedro stood his ground. Mother or not, there was no way in hell he was telling her about the things he and Isabella did last night. So he diverted the topic.
“You’re not going to work today – “
“Nope, not a chance. Not after the stressful wedding yesterday,” Was her reply. Though today was Sunday, his mother’s work as a fashion designer knew no day of rest.
“I’m having my beauty rest today, my schedules were all adjusted, thought tomorrow would be one roller-coaster ride judging from all the clients I have kept waiting,” she sank back against the couch with an exhausted sigh.
“What about Emily? How does she work from Lincolnshire?”?he asked her since both women were running a partnership.
“I’ve discussed with her and we’re going to open a branch in Lincolnshire,”
“Wow,” He was stunned, “That’s a good one,”
“Yeah, we’re thinking of blending our style with Lincolnshire culture for the season and see how that works out,”
“Well, Emily has the prince on her side, why wouldn’t it work out?” Pedro stood to his feet, “I’m going to have a rest,”
“Sure, after such an exciting night, you need as much rest as you can,” she intentionally teased him.
“Mom -“
The doorbell rang.
“Huh?” Cecil looked up at him, a smile stretching her lips, “Don’t tell me that’s Isabella at the door,”
“Ugh,” Pedro rolled his eyes and went to answer the door saying, “Isabella, what brings you – oh,”
It wasn’t Isabella as they thought, rather a man who had his back turned to him. He was looking around and had not noticed the door was opened yet.
Pedro cleared his throat to notify him of his presence, “A-hem, excuse me sir, but who are…..” the rest of his words died off when the man faced him.
No way in hell.
Pedro gaped at the man who had the same blue eyes as him and though they didn’t share the same hair color – he had inherited his mother’s blonde ones – that face was incredibly similar to his. Pedro didn’t need a prophet to tell him that this man was his father.
The man looked startled to see him too. Father and son kept staring at each other, regarding one another intensely. Scenes like this could only happen in movies, but it was happening right in front of him.
“Hi son,” the man waved, hesitantly.
The boy was confused. What was he supposed to do? Or say?
“Pedro, what the hell is keeping you at the door. Don’t tell me you and Isabella are doing dirty things …” there was a hint of laughter in her mother’s voice and it was coming closer in his direction.
Cecil arrived at the entrance,” Pedro, what are you -” the woman’s eyes suddenly widened as soon as her eyes rested on the man standing at the door.
“Fernandez,” she gasped from pure shock.
“Cecil,” the man said, softly.
“What are you doing here?” She spat, her previous shock turning into hot simmering anger.
“What do you think I’m here for? Of course, I’m here to take my son,”
Oh, God damn you.
The third point of view:
This was her worst nightmare, Cecil thought. She had always thought of ways of meeting Fernandez again, she never imagined it would be this way.
The memories of how they came to be flooded her head. Cecil clearly recalled how sweet they had been together. The best couple ever seen – they had been tagged by people.
Though many saw it as a marriage of convenience, both couples knew better. Having come from a rich family, it was obvious to Cecil that she’d be married off to another aristocratic family as they had done to her sisters.
Growing up in a family of three girls and the last of them, Cecil was pampered. Her siblings doted on her, including her parents though they had no time to show it since they were always busy with the company.
Unlike her siblings who had occupied various positions in the company, Cecil was never interested in the company; Her attention was invested in art instead of making wines.
With her second sister married off, it had been obvious she would be the next, not that she cared anyway – she wouldn’t be able to outrun her fate – as far as the so-called husband didn’t restrict her love of art, she was good to go.
So when an engagement was made between her and Fernandez’s family, she had accepted it with good faith since he had promised to support her career.
She had been twenty then and they were scheduled to get married in the next five years to come. At first, it had been awkward between them since she knew nothing about the man. But then, with time he turned out to be a good companion, and then, you know,?became lovers eventually.
Both families were happy with the development – she was happy too – and were contemplating them getting married once she agreed. After all, she was still quite young and had a year of college to complete. Then disaster struck.
It was her best friend’s birthday that day and the girl decided to celebrate it at the club. Though Cecil had been hesitant to attend, she wasn’t sixteen anymore, no one was going to stop her.
And that was when she saw him, the man who ruined her life – that stranger. Cecil couldn’t tell what drew him to her? Was it the little scar that ran across his right cheek like a piece of art on his ruggedly handsome face? Or was it his intimidating height and physiques? She had never seen a man that tall in real life aside from television and it had intrigued her.
Moreover, Cecil was a thrillseeker, so when her friend had brought up the dare, she hadn’t hesitated to take it. Thinking about it, she had been quite stupid, she offered herself up willingly.