Chapter 3 Last Straw

Hugh's POV

I touched my lower lip as I didn't know how I would handle her if she replied. I stared at the screen of my phone and drank the tequila in one shot.

I waited for seconds... minutes, yet I didn't get any reply from her.

My jaw protruded as I felt the gushing stepped ego after what I just did. fuck, I can't help it. I just sent her a million and still, I am the one who's nervous here?

I can't believe that she'll really end up with that decision. I knew all along that she's having problems with her expenses and maintenance. And I had a lot of plans laid in front of me just so I could help her. But I end up with this one, I don't want her working for days and hours while studying. And I know I can just give her money or pay her tuition in one go and out of nowhere but that would be weird. Knowing her personality, she won't take anything from me. I knew her very well.

Surrogacy. Does she really think that I would let her be a part of my company? Is she even that desperate to pay for college to the point that she's so willing to sacrifice her youth and purity?

She passed a resume as soon as I sent the news to her best friend's boss. Yes, It's not an accident of coincidence. I made it all happen, and no one meddles with that. If the heavens decide to take her away from me, then I'll draw all my cards just so I can be near her.

She doesn't even know that this company needs strict requirements when it comes to hiring surrogate mothers. First thing, you need to be an experienced mother. Meaning, you must have been pregnant once in your life, and much more psychological training and all that.

But who am I to worry about those things? As long as she bite on the bait and now It will be more likely for me to put a say in her life. I won't let her be someone's surrogate, there's no way in this world that they will touch this Angel. No way.

I looked at the night view of the city in front of me, standing in here feels like I got a hold of this world's rotation, like I can always dominate the world, but no. I might have anything I want in this lifetime but I only want one thing in this world, and the universe always decides to take her away from me, but this time, I'll make it happen.

I completely removed the loosened tie on my neck and the clacking of the glass made a sound in this silent and dull pent house of mine. I unbuttoned my white dress shirt slowly and one by one as I thought about how my patience is slowly drifting away from me.

I reached for my phone and typed my last straw. If this is not gonna work, I'll dig my own grave.

To Angel:

The million is yours now. Tomorrow night, at XXX. Come or else you'll vanish with those grands.

Is she that type of girl now? She texted that 500 grand will do her no good, does her non-existent reply mean she's still not happy with million? fuck, yes. I know she doesn't cost anything and she's way more than dimes and gold, she's not happy with it? Then damn! I'll give her the whole world.

Just reply. One reply will do, and I promise... I'll be damned with this Angel.

Angel's POV

To Angel:

The million is yours now. Tomorrow night, at XXX. Come or else you'll vanish with those grands.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. What should I do? What should I do?" I asked myself horribly. I paced back and forth not knowing what to do.

My hands are literally shaking and my knees are wobbling because of mixed horror and confusion. I couldn't think straight. I didn't know what to feel and think at the moment. I wanted to escape this reality or wake myself up with this nightmare.

With fear and shaking knees, I went to my bed and laid there, closed my eyes and tried to meditate and relax my self.

"This is not true." I spoke to myself a couple of times and even pinched myself just to wake up but neither of my hopes seems to happen.

I slowly opened my eyes, hoping that this would all be gone but no. I looked at my place and it's still the same. The phone is still there waiting for it's owner's presence.

"You fucked up, Angel." I uttered.

I stood up immediately and reached for my phone and read the texts over and over again. I grabbed a handful of my hair and bit my fingers because of trying to stop myself from crying.

"Should I tell Molly?"

No, no, no! She'll just scold the shit out of me. She'll just say that she's been serious all this time and I just handled this like it was a joke.

"What if I'll just transfer the money again?"

But what if there's a contract and policy that I'm not aware of? And he just put up an ordeal! If I don't show up then this is how I'll end? Oh god! I look so pathetic. Why am I talking to myself?

"Calm yourself, Angel... " I full my lungs with air. Trying to pull my shits up.

I can do this with the right process. For sure I can still fix this. I just need to beg and deal with him. Right? Right.

So the next day, at the appointed time I just found myself standing at the glass door of the restaurant he said in his message last night. I just chose to wear a simple black dress and I paired it with white tennis shoes as well as a blazer if ever the night gets cold.

Even with a divided mind I still chose to enter. The place looks so fancy, as if even if I only ordered water, my wealth here on earth would be wiped off.

A man in uniform greeted me immediately, I'm sure it was a waiter. He smiled at me, so welcoming. He took me to a restaurant and I thought we would stop at a table at the far end but we entered a secluded or seemingly private room of the restaurant.

I don't even know if a reservation is needed here, but it seems like they already know me enough to take me to this room. Nobody's here, just me. My heartbeat can't stop beating so fast and loud because of nervousness. I'm really the only one here because I'm came early compared to the time he said.

Just minutes after the waiter left me and he came back again.

"This is our menu ma'am."

Even though I knew I had no intention of ordering, I still managed to scan their menu, and I couldn't even move the pages because just one order of fresh mango juice and I'll for sure run out of my one week allowance.

"Uhm, Can I have water please? I'm still waiting for someone. ", I smiled awkwardly.

Fortunately, the waiter didn't seem judgmental and he politely greeted me and took the menu in my hands before leaving in front of me. Just minutes later the waiter returned and laid fresh cut fruits on the table. He may have sensed that I'm wondering why he brought these fruits when I just ordered some water.

So he uttered, "Our complementary, ma'am."

My sense of smell quickly found the strawberry causing me to hold my breath. I don't eat strawberries. I'm not allergic to it as much as I'm allergic to cayenne peppers, it's just because I hate the smell of those. It looks appetizing but I hate how it smells, I don't know.

I endured a few more minutes and held my breath but finally I got up to go to the restroom so that I could touch up because I felt like I was going to faint because of its smell.

When is he coming?