Stefan's POV
As I sat in wait for Hannah, I wondered what John was doing in the Andrews company. For as long as I could remember, he never liked that family. Aside from me, he had great acrimony for the Andrews. This made me believe that he wasn't in a competition with me for Hannah. John was just too focused on work to let his heart fall for a woman.
I shifted my gaze toward the entrance, spotting Hannah. Her eyes scanned the restaurant, seeking me out. She donned a sleeveless green gown, complemented by a matching jacket. Rose-petal lips glistened with lip gloss, accentuating her beauty. Blonde hair was neatly packed, and a gold necklace with her name's pendant adorned her neck. She had a gold watch on her left hand and a bracelet on her right. Completing the captivating ensemble were green heels on her feet and a purse wrapped around her left hand. Altogether, her allure was mesmerizing enough to send someone to the moon.
Before I waved, I took a moment to admire her beauty from a distance. When she caught sight of me, she walked towards my table. In an act of chivalry, I extended her chair backward, giving room for her to settle comfortably.
Upon reclining on her chair, she placed her purse on the fable and began, "You're such a gentleman, Stefan."
"Even Goliath would be a gentleman if he saw you," I teased before taking my seat. "You look gorgeous tonight. Thank you for honoring my invitation."
"Thank you for deeming me worthy of an invite."
"Please, scroll through the menu and order what you wish. I have a card that says I'm a VIP."
Hannah picked up the menu. Scanning through the menu, she said, "You've always been a VIP."
A waiter arrived some minutes later. "How may I help you, sir and ma'am?"
"Evening. Please, can I get the filet mignon and some red wine?" Hannah requested.
The waiter wrote the order on a note and turned to me.
"I'll take the lobster and the Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru," I said.
"I'll be back shortly," the waiter took her leave.
"Stefan," Hannah sighed. "I have so many questions."
I threw my hands in the air and said, "Fire on."
"Why did you leave college?"
I placed my hands on my lap and answered, "I took a transfer to another school. My father thought it was best for me to go study in the United Kingdom."
"You? Stubborn Stefan? You consented?"
"I just had to, and I didn't have so many options."
The waiter returned with our orders, and we both indulged in our meal after she left.
Pouring some wine into her glass, Hannah asked, "Then how did you find yourself in Argentina?"
"After I had graduated, my father felt it was best to put the knowledge I had acquired into practice, so he dispatched me to go handle his company over there," I answered.
"Seems you did good," Hannah sipped her wine.
With some lobster in my mouth, I responded, "You could say so." I placed my fork on the table and asked, "So, what have you been up to? Hasn't your billionaire family hooked you up yet?"
Hannah chuckled.
I caught sight of Hannah's ring when she placed her hands on the table. "You're married?" I asked, clearing my throat.
"Yeah, I wanted to tell you," She scoffed.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
"John."
Out of curiosity, I raised my eyebrows and said, "You mean John Davidson? That douchebag?"
"My husband is not a douchebag."
"He seems like a douchebag to me. Did you see the way he looked at me today? He still hates me."
Hannah sucked her teeth.
"How? How did it happen?"
"It's a long story, Stefan, and I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay, I respect that."
I had an inkling - I knew Hannah was hiding something. Her support for her husband didn't seem genuine.
Hannah tried to delve into other topics to keep me elated, but I only pretended to be interested, fuming lies every minute. The news of her marriage with my archenemy had completely washed off every form of happiness in me. Now, I wanted to hurt him seriously.
An hour later, I escorted Hannah outside the restaurant where we met her driver waiting.
"Thank you so much for this, Stefan. You don't know how happy I am," Hannah expressed.
"Thank you, Hannah. It feels good to hang out with an old friend once again," I replied.
"I'll give you a call when I get home," Hannah waved as she made her entrance into her Rolls Royce Cullinan.
As they drove away, I let out an angry scream, pulling off my tie and throwing it on the ground. I quickly made my way to the garage and zoomed off in my car.
I barged into my family's living room and met my father, Solomon Adolf, reclining on his plush couch watching a television show. I angrily switched off the television and questioned, "Did you know Hannah Andrew was married to John Davidson?"
My father hissed and said, "Come on, son. That happened weeks ago. Is that supposed to be news?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Have you run out of your mind? Haven't you lost affection for that girl? It's over, Stefan. She made her choice, and they both got married."
"She doesn't seem happy to me."
"How is that your business? She and her husband are adults. They can figure it out."
I scoffed.
My father stood to his feet and placed his right hand on my shoulder. "Stefan, I brought you here to start a new life. What happened in Argentina should remain in the past. I've spent millions of dollars to cover up your tracks. It would be foolishness for you to blow it off trying to have an altercation with the Davidsons. You and I know how dangerous they are."
I brushed off my father's hand and stormed off to my room.