Author's POV
Campbay - Rosey Hotel - 10 pm
Dave sat on the couch, his leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine in his hand, patiently awaiting his men's arrival with Priscilla. He knew that if he could successfully kidnap her, Max would be driven to madness and would do whatever Dave commanded to keep her safe.
Suddenly, the door swung open and his men entered, but Dave's eyes widened as he saw two of them supporting their injured leader who struggled to walk. Confusion washed over Dave as he realized that they hadn't brought Priscilla with them.
"What happened? I sent you to kidnap her!" Dave exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Sir, that girl managed to escape my clutches. I never anticipated her strength, especially considering she's pregnant!" The hitman who had been tasked with kidnapping Priscilla explained, still amazed by her ability to overpower him despite her condition.
Dave's frustration reached a boiling point as he threw his glass to the floor, the sound of shattering glass and wine splattering everywhere filling the room. He couldn't comprehend the situation. "So, you're telling me you couldn't kidnap a pregnant woman?" Dave questioned, his tone devoid of any warmth or understanding.
"Sir, you have no idea how she fought back. That girl is different, she's strong. It won't be easy to just snatch her away like that. We need to locate her first and come up with a foolproof plan to ensure success," the hitman pleaded, reflecting on Priscilla's unexpected display of strength. Dave stared at him coldly, struggling to accept the fact that Priscilla posed such a challenge. It seemed that Max had chosen wisely this time, making his task increasingly more difficult.
"Leave. Figure out a plan and bring her to me. I don't care how you do it," Dave commanded, his voice filled with anger. The hitmen quickly exited the room, leaving Dave alone with his thoughts.
Running a hand through his hair, Dave was determined to show Max his place. How dare he take everything from him? The wealth rightfully belonged to his sister, and he deserved a share. Max was just a naive young boy in this world, and Dave intended to prove that. He knew Max had strong feelings for Priscilla, and that could be used to his advantage. However, if his initial plan failed, he would need to consider a plan B. No matter what, Dave would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
Dave sat back on the couch, a smirk playing on his lips as he picked up his phone from the coffee table and scrolled through his contact list. He stopped at Guccie's number, knowing that if he could bring her back here, she would make his job much easier. After pressing the call button, he waited for a few seconds before Guccie answered.
"Dave!" Guccie's soft and calm voice came through on the other end of the line. Despite the passing years, her voice had remained the same, and Dave couldn't help but feel drawn to her.
"Guccie, I have something important to tell you. I'm pretty certain that you'd be glad to hear it," said Dave. He knew that Guccie could help him with his plan. He couldn't just lose everything to Max like that.
"I'm curious. What is it that you think I would love to hear?" asked Guccie, speaking softly and calmly.
"Your dear Max is now divorced and single. I'm sure you'd want to try again. You two were good friends and business partners. I'm sure you'd want to win back his heart, don't you think?" Dave asked. He knew that Guccie loved Max and that she had cheated on him because her lust for Dave was stronger than her love for Max.
Max wanted nothing to do with me? Why do you think he would want anything to do with me even after he is divorced?" Guccie asked.
"Because he asked me about you, he asked me to find you for him. I'm sure he wanted you two to get back together," Dave said. He hoped she would agree as soon as possible.
"Dave, I know you by now, just tell me what you want and stop beating around the bush," Guccie said. She wasn't a fool to listen to Dave after everything he had done to her.
"Come back, then we can talk about this in person properly. What do you say?" Dave asked.
"I will take the first flight in the morning. Until then, bye," Gucci said and hung up the phone. Dave burst into laughter, his voice sounding like a villain. He had both plans A and B. If A failed, then plan B would work for sure.
Max's POV
As I paced around my room, I could feel my veins pulsing with heat, making me quiver even more. I don't understand why I'm so unlucky in love and relationships. Just when I thought I had found a woman who was different from my previous wife and girlfriend, she rejected my love without a second thought. She doubted my love for her, and I don't know why. Did I confess my feelings too soon or did I fall in love with her too quickly? But what can I do if my heart yearns for her? For the past few weeks, I couldn't sleep, thinking about her. I just wanted to see her face. At this point, I'm hurt and angry, but I can't deny that I'm happy to see her, even though she insulted my feelings for her. Enough is enough. I'm done with love. I won't bother myself with it anymore.
As I wipe my tears, I can hardly believe that I cried over a woman. This is a new feeling for me, and I'm not sure how to deal with it. I've never been so deeply in love before, and I have no experience when it comes to matters of the heart. I don't know how to handle rejection. But enough is enough. I've been betrayed, cheated on, and now rejected. I'm done with love. I don't want to be the good guy anymore. From now on, I'm focusing only on my work. I'm letting go of all the anger inside me, and everyone who has hurt me. I'm thinking only about myself, and that's the end of the story.
I walk to the bathroom, take off my clothes, and step into the shower. I turn off the tap and let the cold water wash over me, calming my nerves. I need to be sober and ready to go back to the office tomorrow.