Chapter 5 Meeting Layla again

Elena's POV

Mr. Mysterious eyes trailed around my body, going from top to bottom. He didn't really seem pleased... But I couldn't blame him.

He thought he was going on a blind date with some rich heiress and then he got me.

I wasn't saying that I lacked self-esteem and all those shit... But well, just look at him.

Raising my head slowly, I looked up at Mr. Reynolds. He had his deep black eyes fixed on me, his gaze unmoving as if he was looking deep into my soul or something.

Too bad for him, if he wanted to look deep into my soul, he was going to see nothing... Nothing but a black, dark empty space, a space just like those eyes of his.

Pressing my lips together, I nodded. "Yeah, I know. I don't look like the rich heiress you expected do I?" I asked with a small smile.

What I've known from all my years being a con... Being human in general was that, before someone would get a chance to hurt you with your insecurities, you deal with the insecurity first.

I nodded again after I waited a few seconds but he didn't deny it... He didn't accept it either.

"I understand that..."

"You're right." Mr. Reynolds suddenly spoke, interrupting me. His deep voice flowed into my ears and all I could do was listen with rapt attention.

Damn...

Not only was this guy as hot as fuck... He was also as hot as fuck! Even his voice sounded hot.

"You don't look like the heiress I expected." My face fell, but...but why did I have the feeling that there was a but coming along?

"But..." He added.

There is it.

My eyes went back to him.

"Our family already arranged this entire charade for us. It would be unethical for me to reject you just based on the way you dress and places you go."

I blinked twice, my brain still processing what he said. I thought he was going to compliment me...but no, he just had to bring logic into this.

I snickered in annoyance.

Mr. Reynolds then snapped his fingers and made one of the men who were with him step forward. "Layla? Or is it Lena?" he inquired.

"Anyone you prefer," I answered curtly. I learned yesterday that flirting with this dude was like trying to milk a rock... impossible.

He couldn't even detect simple signs! It's either he really wasn't into me, or he didn't like women...and from the way he spoke, either could be true.

"Layla then." He said and I nodded. "Give Joshua here your number so we would be able to meet up properly in a more... decent environment."

What's with the pause?! I almost screamed in annoyance.

Yeah! I agree I wasn't wearing any makeup, but I still looked good, I was gorgeous! Even if I looked like a sweaty mess, I would still be gorgeous... I knew that, but the way Mr. Mysterious... No, he didn't deserve that name anymore, the way Mr. Reynolds's eyes looked at me... I felt... Ugly.

Humph!

He obviously noticed my annoyance but preferred to ignore it, talking more to Joshua about where next we were going to meet.

Taking the phone I typed my number in with a smile, and as soon as I was done, I was ready to leave there before mysnger would cause my tongue to slip and I would ruin everything.

"If that's all, I will be taking my leave now. " I said calmly, releasing a small breath.

I turned around, ready to leave, but hesitated.

Please...call me.

Just call me back.

Yeah...I wanted him to call me back.

A part of me, the lady part of me wanted him to apologize for what he insinuated.

But he didn't.

I took a step forward, then another, and another.

But still, yet, Mr. Reynolds refused to call me back.

Fine then...I was going to remember this for a very long time.

Finally with my resolve hardened, I walked away and out of the place.

He was so not a gentleman at all. Dargh!

I would show this bastard.

He indirectly called me ugly by not calling me pretty. Did he think I wasn't pretty?

No...I was definitely going to show him that not only was I a beauty, but I was also very smart!

"I would take every single thing you have from you...you fucker and you are going to plead,"

Fuck he was going to beg. Just like the last unfortunate person that came across me when I was back in the country 3 years ago.

Rumors say the guy wasn't doing so well right now...but I didn't care. I never cared about my mark. Once they met with me, their fate was already doomed.

It wasn't my fault that they were stupid...

"Nah..." I voiced out answering myself. "They were not stupid; I was just too fast... too sharp; too good."

I kept on walking until I was as far from the mini golf club as possible before I stopped the hail of a cab.

Two days.

I had been in this country for 2 days but I still haven't met Layla. She was usually the first person to know when I arrived, even right from the airport but...

But there was something else.

I was hesitating.

Was it because the person I was acting to be like name was also Layla?

Was it guilt?

I wasn't sure; it had been a really long since I had felt that emotion called guilt.

"Em...please wait," I said out loud getting the cab driver's attention. "I've changed my mind; go to this address, please..." Handing him the piece of paper through the small open side of the huge glass that separated the driver's side from the passenger side, I said apologetically.

The driver grunted in displeased but still changed his direction and began heading for Layla's house.

The last time we spoke was almost a month ago now, she told me that her parents wanted her back to the family in the family but she didn't tell me why.

"I wonder if she accepted."

"Miss, we are here." He announced after a while.

I paid him and got out of the car but my was I not prepared for what I saw.

I was expecting a small house, a bungalow or something with nothing more than 2 rooms since Lyla lived alone and all but...

Standing before me was a duplex a huge one with fancy coverings and everything!

Did this girl hit a massive load of money... Or did she return back to her parents?

My mouth hung open as I stared at the house. Beautiful was an understatement.

Relax Lena... Maybe, maybe...

I couldn't even find an excuse.

Taking a deep breath, I walked forward to open the gate; thankfully, it wasn't the kind that was controlled by a remote and needed face recognition for access.

After passing through that hurdle, I walked towards the main door.

Why was I so shocked anyway? Layla was a pretty girl; maybe she had hit a gold mine, or maybe, like me, she found someone gullible enough to think she was someone else.

Even if it wasn't that... Why was I shocked.

Or maybe...

Or maybe she finally agreed to be reunited back to her family. Layla's family wasn't just a normal one...they were rich; Billionaires.

But she left them and chose this life because she loved the adventure.

But it's been 3 years now.

Three years since I had been gone. Three years since she has really had an adventure.

The time alone was able to make anyone change, even if that person was a best friend.

Then it finally began to dawn on me.

I wasn't shocked, I was scared.

Scared that I was losing her.

"Ok, that's it. If you won't come in, then I'll come out." A familiar voice suddenly spoke, the voice sounded excited and anxious. Before I could fully understand who it was, the front door was pulled open, and I was met with a familiar face.

It was her.

A smile graced my lips and it began to spread, wild and fast. "Missed me bitch?"