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Chapter 3

  • Adeline's POV
  • "You have no idea what you just started darling, you're going to see me again, I promise you."
  • I felt nauseous as I tried to slowly pull my body off the floor. My head hurt like three nails being hammered through it from different directions. My stomach begged to detach itself from my body as I finally got up on my feet. It felt like my blood had turned green and I was mutating from all that. Marilyn handed me a cup of coffee and motioned for me to sit on our only L-shaped grey velvet upholstered sectional sofa. It was a gift from my father after I raised enough money to move into my apartment in Wadhurt finally. I left Linsdon because of work. My job as a confidential photographer meant taking pictures that the paparazzi couldn't. I managed to establish myself but keep my complete identity a little secret. These gossip magazine companies only care about the juiciest content and they'd pay a lot for the evidence.
  • It was through this secret business of mine that I met Merilyn. She worked at a tiny restaurant here in Wadhurt as a waitress before she got a job as a massage therapist. I stopped by the place because the prime minister had a meeting with his waitress, and I needed a little more cash to pay for my new apartment. Tables turned to my best interest when the prime minister's wife walked into the restaurant and mistook poor blonde Marilyn for the blonde bimbo that was sleeping with her husband.
  • She poured expensive champagne all over Marilyn's shirt and slapped her so hard she fell right onto the prime minister's table. The actual culprit spotted the man's wife and made a run for it. Justice may not have been appropriately served but my camera made sure to capture the blonde twit. I dragged Marilyn away from the commotion. She couldn't stop crying because all she wanted was to quit. I pulled her out of the restaurant, shared a drink with her and we slowly became close. I helped her find a new job and she took it. After some time, she became my roommate, like the baby sister I never had.
  • "You were way out of it last night, you're never taking cocaine again," she said to me, widening her big blue doll eyes. "I took cocaine last night?" I asked, in confusion. "Uh, Yeah, after Jeff let you down for that stupid date back in your town, you found some junkie guy in the alleys and he sold you some. How do I know? You called Michael and I at the same time to talk about it."
  • A few parts of my memory were slowly beginning to be restored. Oh no! That man. I turned to Marilyn and gripped her shoulders, "Marilyn, I slept with someone last night, didn't I? Oh God, who was it?"
  • Marilyn laughed and held my shoulder; she said I told her how sensational it felt right after she arrived in town and saw me coming from the fountain. "Do you remember seeing him?" I asked. "Nope, he did try to chase after you when you were coming towards me, but you turned back and sort of yelled at him, I don't remember your exact words because I was a little high myself," she smiled and flicked her bob-cut hair. I tried so hard to remember, but all I could do was feel. I clenched my pelvic area, it must have felt so good for him to chase after me. Why did I even leave like that?
  • Marilyn snapped her finger in my face, "If he wants you, he'll see you again, but that was Linsdon hunny, you won't be meeting in a while. Now go shower, you need to get back on the field." She was right, I hope, not that I wanted to see him. I just want to apologize because I don't want those words from my dream to keep haunting me. Marilyn slammed the door and that snapped me out of my trance again. It was almost 11 am and I had a meeting with the 'Everything about Anything' magazine company. I stood up and got ready in a hurry. I wore a pair of black skinny jeans that took the shape of my hips and butt at the right portions and a black button-up shirt that I left V-shaped open to expose my neck a little. I tied my hair in a low bun hairstyle and left two strands to hang over my forehead.
  • ***
  • "Hi, I'm Adeline, I have an appointment with Mr Alex Ford."
  • "Oh yes, just a minute. Follow me."
  • I walked behind the receptionist while she led me to the manager's office. "Ms Adeline, come in, please." Alex motioned for me to sit on the couch in his office and offered me a cup of whiskey, to which I politely declined. I had enough to drink the previous night. "Picky today?" he asked. "Not exactly, I just don't feel too good today," I lied. He nodded and sat back on his office chair.
  • "Right, sorry about that. Well, forgive me for the call but I just needed to congratulate you on the images you brought to my office last week. My magazines started to gain popularity at such a fast rate," he said, "It's not easy to catch the town Clerk in such vulgar places, we made quite the gossip, so here's the amount I owe you; $5000 and a $1000 gift from the bottom of my heart...." A huge smile formed on his face.
  • "Cut the crap, Alex, I wasn't born yesterday, why don't you tell me what you want?" I fired. He arranged himself and cleared his throat. He went on to make me an offer, an exclusive contract to be part of his company, to work for him... Why would I want to give up my freedom for that? I chuckled before I could say a word, "I'll pay you $10, 000.... A week..." he said. I stood up from his couch, "Sorry Alex, I love how I work alone, I'm not in the mood for employment. Besides, I like how we see each other like this. Not every day. It wouldn't be exciting. So just trust that I'll help you grow. Out of all the gossip magazines out there, your company happens to be my favourite," I winked at him. He sighed and asked me to at least think about it a little more. I waved my hand...."Please, Promise Ms. Adeline!" "Okay, Alex, you have my word, I'll think about it," I assured him.
  • My priority was to get out of that office, my head was still killing me. I needed to take an extra look at the rest of the images I took last week. It was not just the men I was after, it was their wives, celebrities, artists... politicians; for their incompetence. I spotted a coffee shop a few blocks away from the magazine building. It looked silent enough to suit my mood for the day, so I made the extra walk there. I sat down to enjoy my caramel-flavored cappuccino whilst I looked through the images I took of Jeff before we agreed to go out on a date before he stood me up like many guys. I thought he wanted something long-term. They thought I was a toy. Deciding to cause him some discomfort for a day or two was beginning to excite me. My heart started racing when Marilyn sent me a text message:
  • "Hi Boo, Jeff just walked in for a spa day with some brunette-twit-looking creature, how would you like me to proceed?"
  • I laughed at the text, the universe seemed to be on my side, but I wanted more, I wanted to see him suffer through the lens, maybe I needed to find bigger fish to fry, "do as you please, lol," I replied. I set my phone down and before I could close my laptop, two men walked in. One looked very familiar to me; he was 6'5 and had the rare white silky shiny skin with the body of a Greek god. His hair stood out for me: wild and slightly blonde, strands blonder than others, he had a strong jawline, he smiled at his friend and his teeth complimented his pink balanced lip size ratio.... that was when I realized, oh no, it MUST be him!