The Date

Lincoln arrived at the meeting place earlier than I expected. He must've been annoyed at my disapproval of him tagging Samantha along into this date. I can see how his brows are deeply furrowed while watching me get closer to where he is right now.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," I said as I pulled a chair for me to sit in.

My eyes wandered around the place, once again amused at Lincoln's mother and her taste for this kind of thing. The whole restaurant was painted in beige cream. A grand piano was placed in the middle of the room with a magnificent chandelier on the ceiling just above it.

"Quite a nice place," I stated as my fingers fumble upon the table napkin to put it nicely on top of my lap, "don't you think so?"

Gaze shifting towards Lincoln who is now scanning the menu, I waited for his response which he never did. He remained silent, from ordering the food to walking in the parking lot. And I'm not going to lie. It kind of pisses me off. It's like I'm with no one but the cold air.

"Hah, boys." I scoffed at the wind, my hand reaching for the handle of my car. Thankfully, I insisted on driving on my own so none of our guards and drivers would see how awful Lincoln was treating me throughout the night.

Before I could even pull the door open Lincoln's hand stops mine making me look into his face. A brow raised as I wait for what he had to say. A minute has passed and nothing fell off of his mouth. Irritated, I initiate the start of our conversation, "what is it?"

He took a deep sigh, meeting my eyes then as he speak, "I told you, we should call off the wedding."

A chuckle in amusement left my lips. So this is how stupid I look when I'm constantly insisting to stop the arrangement. Quite silly.

"Shouldn't you be talking with your dad about that?" My voice came out as much uninterested as I can be.

I heard him hissed. I take it as a sign of his strong disagreement with the idea.

To shrug was all I can do while waiting for him to speak again. When he did not dare to open his mouth, my hand once again took hold of the handle, opening the door for me.

"You know, dad listens to you." He said just right before I could even step a foot inside my car.

It made me stifle a laugh in disbelief. This is what it looks like. My existence and the things that I can do are only noticeable when it won't work with him. What an ungrateful ass.

"Think of the company," I uttered and finally shove myself inside the car.

His figure flashed clearly on my rare view mirror as I drove off. Tongue poking the inner part of my cheek, I swallowed the profanities that are threatening to slip out of my mouth.

I almost shout at the vehicles in front of me due to frustration and the feeling of they're driving way too slow when I'm in a hurry to get back home. Hissing from time to time while thinking about what should I do with Lincoln.

When I feel like the night couldn't be any worse a phone suddenly rings my phone. Hurriedly, I put on my earpiece and answers the call without looking at its caller ID.

"Hello?" My voice came out almost like a whisper. Afraid that if I allowed it the pent-up anger would be noticeable.

There was silence on the other line. It lasted for seconds that my eyebrows furrowed on their own. I did not even try to stop the clicking sounds of my tongue as slowly I'm getting impatient with waiting for what the person on the other line had to say.

"If this is a prank, well I don't have the time." My eyes were glued on the road, occasionally taking a glimpse of the night sky that was slowly being polluted with dark clouds.

It will rain. That's for sure.

"Hey," the person on the other line finally speak out, "where are you right now?"

I felt relieved when I heard that familiar voice. Perhaps, fate is still on my side, giving me someone worth the while after being treated poorly by Lincoln.

"I'll be at your place in 10 minutes," I replied as my foot stepped on the gas pedal and took a u-turn.

Thankfully, the other lane was not that heavily trafficked. It made me drive faster than I'm already is a moment ago. Too fast that the lights of the city flash through my windows like thunder.

After minutes, I arrived at one of the finest condominiums in town. As I step a foot inside and scan the whole lounge, it made me rethink purchasing my unit. If I did then it will be much easier to visit that person from time to time.

"Good evening, Miss Madrigal."

The receptionist beamed with a bright smile. The fact that most of the hotel's staff already knew who I am proves how often I visit this place. Well, I have no choice after all. The one I'm after doesn't like socializing with anyone. It's a mystery how he'll run a company if he continues acting this way.

"Call us when you need something, Miss." The lady in a navy blue blouse said as she handed me a spare key card for a particular room.

Smiling, I waved my hand as a goodbye as I walk towards the elevator. My fingers were fumbling over the card while waiting for the door to open up. When it did, a bulky figure appeared and it plastered a warm smile on my face.

"Tiffany!"

A baritone voice called out my name aloud that it almost echoed throughout the whole lounge. I can't help but raised an eyebrow at the owner of the voice, my arms crossed above my torso as I walk inside the elevator.

"How have you been, Damian?"