Chapter 8 WHO IS HE

CHAPTER 8

"Argh...! How dare you! How fucking dare you look down on me, you fucking son of a bitch?" Mia growled intensely as she scattered the stuff on the shelf, breaking every breakable thing to pieces. She felt downcast, broken, and like an outcast.

Mia and Malvern had shared a peculiar relationship. She was his bed warmer; she felt she belonged in the same category as Malvern. However, her obsession was simply with sex. Being a nymphomaniac, an unexpected fate befell her when she suddenly came across Malvern at a conference party. There, they got to know each other, and afterwards, they became sex partners.

"Ma'am are you okay?"One of his maid's asked, trying to check out on her.

"Get the Fuck out bitch!"She growled, throwing a glass cup towards her,which landed on her arms , giving it a deep cut .

"I'm sorry Ma'am ...."She whimpered, running out of her room.

• NEXT MORNING

Wynter eyes felt eerie and heavy and the black cycles were so visible on her eyes.

"Can't believe I kept myself late, thinking about someone else's feeling!"She muttered.

Wynter had being on and off last night,her thoughts occupied with the horror of what happened last night. She recounts everything that had transpired between both of them and she could dearly confess, everything is technically her fault.

"He'd already apologize,why the hell am I still angry?"She wondered, hitting her head slightly.

She sit up dragging the duvet off her body,she walked to the bathroom,to take a quick shower. The day is Wednesday, which technically means a mid week,and sale's are gonna be huge.

Stepping out of the bathroom, naked,the water dripped massively off her body. She grabbed a towel to wipe it was off,then quickly settled to dressed up for work . After about some minutes,she was done r ready to leave for work.

Clad in a light blue blouse with a relaxed fit, paired with dark-washed jeans that were sturdy enough for her shelf stocker role. Her black sneakers were comfortable, perfect for navigating the stockroom,and her hair was tied back, revealing a fresh face with subtle makeup. A simple watch completed her understated yet professional look.

"Much better..."She whispered, grabbing her phone she head outside.

•

The dinning table was rather a bit not too noisy, due to the clacking of plates and cutlery. Mr and Mrs Archer settled on two of the chairs having their delightful breakfast.

"Did you call Blord for breakfast?" Archer asked, taking a sip from the orange juice on the table .

Stella's coughed was short and silent. "Yes I actually did."She replied,her gaze focused on the food.

"Then why isn't he here yet?"Archer asked, the worried lines drawn on his forehead.

Stella drops her fork rather noisily "Maybe he's still dressing up!"She replied sharply,a hint of annoyance on her face.

Blord who was also descending from the stairs, heard,he decided to evesdrop on their conversation.

Archer saw her intense reaction,he decided to put an hold on the conversation . " Ohh.... let's see then"He replied.

Stella eyed him secretly."I still it Raymond"She retorted.

"What's that honey?"He replied.

"I still don't get why, Malvern would choose to give Blord the position of the CEO, when it rightfully belongs to him"She Ranted.

Archer drops his spoon immediately,he sense it already, she's mad at something.

"You see honey,he didn't give him the position,he's just staying there as the acting CEO, which means Malvern can take it back anytime he wishes"He explained.

Stella hissed in disgust, she wasn't contented with the explanation. "I still don't see reasons why he can't just take the position immediately......I think he's sick"She whispered.

"Sick?, no no no honey I think you've being thinking too much lately,our Son is fine and had always being fine!"He replied curtly.

"Not as if you cared ..."She hissed silently.

He heaved down, rubbing his jaws slightly. He's had being married with Stella for twenty_five years ,she's calm quite and easy going,but this days, little things seems to tense her alot.

"I care_I care alot about you and our son,off course why won't I care, he's all we've got!"He replied, holding her hands.

Blord grits his teeth in agonize and hatred, balling his fist,he swore to damage everything single thing.

"I'm here ..."He run down the stairs, smiling, caughting the both of them off guard.

"Yeah, Come eat your food before it gets cold "Archer replied, releasing Stella's palms.

"Good morning Ma'am"He greets Stella,but she simply replied with a nod, as she focused on her food.

Blord noticed her cold and curt responses, and he judge is already with conversation she heard earlier that Stella is definitely angry over something. Though he knew Stella didn't love him that much, but she had never acted so cold towards him.

"Something's definitely wrong,and it's has to be cut out!"He smirked.

•

Wynter waited in line at the bus stop for the bus's arrival. The bus took longer than usual; it was already past 8:00 AM, and it had left many people queued up at the bus stop. Almost immediately, a commercial bus arrived, and everyone started trooping in. When it was her turn, she reached for her card pouch, but to her dismay, it was gone – nowhere to be found.

"Miss, can you pay and take your seat?" the driver spoke up when she didn't pay.

She looked up at the man. "I'm sorry, I can't find my card," she muttered.

"Then you'll have to get down, Miss. There are lots of people standing behind you," he replied curtly.

"Can I-"

He cut her off. "No, you can't, Miss. I advise you to get down to avoid embarrassment."

Wynter balled her fist, turned around with a heavy heart, and got down.

"Where the hell did I keep the fucking card!"She groaned, hitting her head , trying to remember how she went last night.

"Yes....I used the card to pay last night while I was coming back home,then I held the card in hand ...then ..then, Fuck! I dropped it!"She garps.

She remembered she might have dropped it last night while she was running for her dear life. "Heavens, what am I supposed to do now? I'm going to be late for work!" She roughened her hair, stomping her feet on the ground, as she watched the bus leave her behind.

Almost immediately, a Rolls-Royce pulled over just in front of her, but she didn't notice, as her attention was fully focused on how she lost the commercial card. The driver honked to grab her attention, and it worked.

"Are you talking to me?" She stared at the car. The driver wound down the windshield, and, behold, it was the same annoying Malvern.

"Hop in, let me give you a lift" He winked.