Chapter 5 - The Hier?

No, no, It can't be! I shook my head continuously.

But it was. He was the same guy who almost hit me with his car that day.

I had completely forgotten about him and pur encounter.

What was he doing he?

His eyes were still on me, olive green, to be precise.

"Excuse me." I said, retracing my tracks. He got out of the way, and I started walking down the hall, back to where I came from. This is the best option I have. Just pretend I was not eavesdropping, and in case he says anything to Anthony, I'm just going to straight up deny it.

I still felt his gaze on me even though I was almost out of sight, I turned to face him just to make sure.

Yes, he was still staring. One hand was in his pocket while he ran the other hand through his brown hair.

I only realized that I was not looking where I was going when I bumped into the wall in front of me.

My eyes were still on him. He didn't even give a reaction, not even a blink. Just that cold look.

Who is he?

Whoever he is, I hope he doesn't care enough about the Willinghams to tell them that he caught me snooping around. I hope he doesn't think much about it.

I faced my front, walked straight to my room without looking at him.

Eric was seated on the couch when I came in.

"Hey, Adriana." He said.

"Eric," I replied. He was smiling in a pretty odd way, if I must say.

I thought of asking him about the guy with the green eyes from the corridor but changed my mind immediately. I don't think I would want to continue that conversation if it starts.

"Come here, beautiful," he tapped the space next to him on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked. That was when I actually noticed the room.

The light was dim, and candles were lit by the ends. There were also rose petals scattered on the bed.

This can't be happening.

"What is this?" I raised a brow. Maybe my voice was a bit too high because the look on Eric's face started changing.

"Come on, we are married!" He said, walking towards me. He grabbed my waist and brought me closer to him.

"So?" I asked, the irritation not leaving my face.

"So, let's enjoy our wedding night or evening, whatever." The smile was back to his face in no time.

Hell no! No one is enjoying anything.

"Eric? You can't be serious. This is too fast. We need to talk about this." I said.

He leaned in and started placing kisses on my neck.

"There's nothing to talk about, Adriana. We are not kids." His hands moved from my waist, and up to the zippers, he pulled it down, his hands caressing my bare skin.

That's it, I've had enough of this.

I pulled his hands away and pushed him with all my might.

"What the heck?" His eyes widened at my reaction.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I spat.

"But I'm your husband! What is wrong with you? Why get married if you don't want this?" He looked pretty confused.

"Look, Eric, you can't touch me, I'll consider it rape if you try it without my consent! And right now, I'm ont ready!" I yelled.

The look on his face at the moment was something I couldn't read.

He stood up and walked towards the exit. "I can't deal with this." He said before leaving.

And that was it, I was left in silence.

My phone rang, it was Raphael, I declined. I was not ready for anymore of his blackmailing, I've spent almost everything I own on this godforsaken brat.

I dialed my friend Kent's number, I hope he has good news.

"Hey, Ady, I was about to call you." He said.

"Tell me you've got good news, for God's sake!" I said, cleaning my neck with my hands, I could still feel Eric's lips.

"Something like that. The proof will soon be ready." He replied.

"Good, that's great news. Thanks." I said.

"Sure, I'll let you know once it's ready." He added.

"Okay, that was the reason I called in the first place. Bye then."

"Bye." He hung up.

At least one thing is going well in my life, at least. I'm going to get rid of this problem.

I sank into bed to relax from all the drama.

I heard a knock on the door. My first thought was Eric, but why would he knock? It's his room.

I hesitated before replying.

"Come in."

It was the same maid as earlier.

"Ma'am, dinner is in 30 minutes." She said, and I felt like hitting her. Don't they have anything else to do apart from eating?

And why is it compulsory to eat together? It's exhausting.

"Okay." I said. "Urhmm, get someone to clean this mess." I said pointing at the rose petals on the bed and other decorations.

"Sure thing, ma'am." She said, then she left.

I stood up and forced myself to get prepared for my second meal with the Willinghams.

Getting to the table, it looked more crowded than it was this morning. Selena was there, along with Anthony and Bianca, Eric was there too, and so was their grandmother, Francis, his wife and daughter whom I'm not too familiar with. And another person was on the table too. Someone I was not expecting.

Those green eyes made me feel frozen. Again, they were on me.

Who is this guy?

I sat down and started digging into my meal, trying my best to avoid his gaze. However, each time I fail to control myself and look at him, I realize his eyes are on me.

"How are you, my boy?" Grandma said, the table has been quiet since.

I didn't raise my head until the person she was speaking to replied.

"Fine grandma." He said, his gaze finally left me and was now on grandma.

"I told you, Anthony, my grandson would be back, and he'll be just great!" Grandma clapped her hands.

"Well, how sure are you that your amazing grandson still isn't an alcoholic mother?" Anthony said.

"Anthony!" Francis furrowed his brows. "Don't say that!"

I could see him looking anywhere but Anthony's place.

Everyone at the table had the same expression, cold and quiet.

I guess I was the only one lost here. Sucks for being new.

My phone beeped, and it was a message from Kent.

"All set, get ready for some drama."

I couldn't help but smile at the text. Finally, my mission has begun.

I almost choked on the food in my throat when I raised my head and found him still looking at me.

The smile on my face was immediately replaced with a straight look.

He can't tell what I'm up to.

"Look, Daven is back," Grandma said. "That's the only reason I'm present at this table tonight. If not, I had sworn not to step foot where that bad omen is." She said, her gaze on me. I'm the bad omen? Says a murderer.

"We will have a welcoming party for Daven!" She continued.

His name is Daven.

Who is this dude anyway?

"A party? Why? So as to let the world know we have an alcoholic?" Anthony backed.

"It is a reason to celebrate!" Grandma said, paying no attention to her son.

"The oldest grandson of the Willinghams is back! The heir!" She announced, and this time, I actually choked for real!

The Heir?