Third POV
Keegan
Keegan was determined to get to his son.
His son! He found the concept strange.
One moment he was living his best busy life, then the next he woke up and was told that he was a father.
Firstly, he had to break up with Anais, he had to mentally prepare himself for the grovelling, tears, screams, insults and accusations.
If it wasn't for his brother and his choice in women, he wouldn't be in such a situation.
His brother's reasoning was that if he left everything to his biological children, they would include their obnoxious mother. His malicious ex-wife would have the ability to take over the business with her children, excluding the family in the legacy. So, he opted for his wife.
Keegan got out of his black limo, wearing his grey suit with white shirt, the upper buttons were undone. Out of all days, he chose Anais' favourite dressing style.
She always said that he looked hot with his upper buttons undone.
It was too late to change into anything, and she found him hot (Her words) in anything anyway.
"Why don't you want me?" She screamed, her favourite vintage lamp flew across to the other side of her hotel room.
He remained on the couch of the penthouse. He looked like a model, with his chin resting on his hand. It was as if he was casually posing for a picture. He waited for her to finish with her drama.
He had been told that he was cold before. He wasn't cold, he didn't know how to handle a hysterical woman. He would wait for her to calm down, before continuing with the excruciating conversation.
Anais gave the impression that she was the most well put-together person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dated her. Her modelling record was impeccable, and her podcast was about being the best version of yourself. Her fans looked up to her. Only if they knew...
"Because..." He exhaled, running his hand through his dark hair. His deep voice was low and unbothered, as if he was bored.
"Because I don't do romance." He remained calm. Hoping that all this would be over soon, and the sooner it was over, the sooner he would leave.
"But you were married once, and then you suddenly don't do romance." Her voice was accusatory, but her blue eyes were pleading. She sat next to him on the black leather couch.
"Yes, people change their minds," he shrugged.
"Did Emberly break your heart that bad?"
"Yes." He would say anything she needed to hear in order to finally be able to leave. There was some truth in her statement, but he wouldn't go around announcing that he had been heartbroken. He would never openly admit it.
"But I am not like her. I am a much better woman. I will never break your heart." She pleaded, looking into his eyes.
"My heart is already broken. I need more time, I need to heal." He was a businessman, strictly focused on business. He made that decision when he went through with the divorce.
He would only focus on business for the rest of his life. However, despite all of her faults, Anais was a special woman for making him go through the torture of talking about feelings.
"I can be there for you." She knelt on the thick grey velvet carpet, holding both his hands.
"Please, let me help you heal. We are good together." Her eyes glistened, and the tears were threatening to fall at any moment.
'How long was this going to take?' He wondered.
"I have to go," he said nonchalantly. Gently removing his hands from her delicate touch.
"Can you at least think about it?" She looked up at him.
"No." He said calmly, but there was an absolute finality in his words.
"There is no way for me to change your mind. Is there?" She asked between sniffles.
"I'm sorry for sending any wrong signals that made you think that we could be more." He gently held her by her waist to help her get up from the mat.
"One day, when you have healed, I hope that you will come back to me." She had a sad smile, but he noticed the hope that still lingered in her eyes.
"Just don't wait for me. Live your life."
He had never seen someone who went through stages of grief so fast. She was a pretty woman, and smart too, despite her drama. She had numerous men willing to make her theirs. She would meet someone as soon as she let him go.
She was upset, and he was more confused about women. He told her countless times that he was never going to fall in love, and she thought that she would change him. Women did that every time, but there was no one who would have the ability to change his mind.
His phone rang as he exited the building.
"Joe," he said as he accepted the call.
The paperwork was ready, and they were ready to hand over the company to him. It was a bit drastic of him to buy the company, but he needed to get access to Isla, and according to Matthew, she only went to work and home. There was nowhere else they would meet or spend time together.
He learned all about the cake business, and he was not happy about the way in which they treated their employees. He initially didn't want to be associated with it, but grandfather was never going to let this go. It was his last resort.
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Two months later
Keegan looked around the building as he walked, observing every detail of everything. He requested numerous changes for the past two months.
"Ow!" A voice said at the same time as he felt a hit on his chest.
"Sorry," she said timidly.
"It's fine, I'm sorry too." He slightly bowed his head to look down at her. She slightly lost her balance, and he instinctively held her shoulders, she looked back. Then she took a few paces back. It was the woman in the pictures!
She didn't say a word, she gawked at him.
"Hi, I am Keegan." He smiled.
He hoped that she didn't recognize him. He doubted it. He didn't look anything like he did when he was a baby. Unless she saw her somewhere on the internet.
Grandfather was right. That was one of the most reckless decisions he ever made. If he continued, he might have ended up with mothers who would've lined up to get something from them.
"Hi," she replied after forever.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm okay thanks." She sighed and turned to the doors of the building.
"I am very pleased to meet you. I'm the new colleague." He called after her.
She slightly turned, and smiled, "I'm pleased to meet you too." Then she disappeared out of the building.
He went to the morning briefing, he stood in front as he was introduced and welcomed with cheers and excitement. However, Isla looked around the clapping crowd with an unreadable face, as if everyone was crazy for their reaction to him.
How was he going to get this Isla woman to ever agree? Money? Seduction? Shares in the family business?
What was grandfather even thinking?
This woman could use the opportunity to take their businesses. What would happen when she meets another man?
She and the man and the son could take over. Every option suddenly seemed unappealing. He doubted that she would accept his proposal. She would probably want to get him arrested for finding classified information. She didn't seem like someone who would get easily tempted, but he was not a man to shy away from a challenge.
This was the only thing that his grandparents ever wanted from him, and failing at this mission, would really make him a failure.
His gaze was on her, and only her. She was beautiful without trying.
He had to find out about his son, and then he would find a way to get him back home.