What is this? First it was Daven and now it's Taylor?
Am I that careless with my secrets or are they just so smart?
"I don't understand what you're talking about." I said,standing my ground.
"Look Adriana, I'm not here to make you admit to your actions or anything." He said, placing his hands on my desk.
"I'm here to help." He smiled.
"You're crazy. Get out of here."
"I would leave,but just so you know, you've lost a lifetime opportunity.
"What are you still doing here Taylor?" I was getting annoyed. I did not care where he got his info from or why he wanted to offer help. But I did not care either.
"Leave." I said. He raised his hands facing up in defeat, then took a few steps backwards.
Instead of leaving, he stopped by the sofa and sank in.
I rolled my eyes. How can a man be so stubborn?
"Just like you, The Willinghams have hurt me. And I'm here for my revenge. To take away their happiness the same way they took mine."
He was playing with his fingers as he spoke.
"Just like you, I'm also getting married to their daughter just to gain their trust. You see how similar we are Adriana? Twins!"
I couldn't believe my ears. Taylor is also here for revenge.
He's just using Selena.
"Why are you telling me all this? I can use it against you." I warned.
"I don't fear threats, Adriana."
This man was looking so calm and collected.
"Well, I have nothing to say to you. You can leave." I said.
"It's like you aren't getting this. I've been on my quest for revenge for over 5 years now,It's not easy against those devils."
"I'm fine on my own. I don't need your help,"
"Accept it or not Adriana, we need each other. Together, achieving the goal would be easier and you know it!"
"Taylor leave. Now!"
"You can help me and I'll help you too. This facade can end faster and we would be able to live our normal lives,"
"Taylor, Get out of my office before I call security."
"Take your time. Think about it." He said then strode out leaving me to myself and my thoughts.
I wondered what sort of nonsense this was. Things keep getting worse and I am starting to lose control. Pathetic.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about my life and my next move. I had nothing on the Willinghams for now. It was frustrating.
Eric called to inform me that there would be an auction this evening and he wanted me to be present.
I tried giving excuses but he wasn't hearing it.
I gave up, and decided to go home to get ready for the event.
The house was empty when I got there, most of the workers were in their quaters and the main flat had literally no one.
"Hey," I called when I spotted a maid.
"Where's everyone?" I asked.
"Ma'am,they all left for an event." The maid said.
"Oh okay," I said. I wished I could just stay back and enjoy the rest of the evening alone. But no, Eric wouldn't let me hear the end of it.
I hurried up stairs while self debating on which dress would suit the occasion.
I came to a halt when I passed Daven's room.
Hmm he's not around. Maybe if I take a look around, I might find out if he's plotting anything against me.
It's a risky idea but not a very bad one.
I pushed the door open, and lucky for me, it wasn't locked.
closing it behind me, I scannned the room again, and still, I was not tired of the mesmerizing decor.
forcing myself to focus, I checked around, opened his night stand and side drawers. Not knowing what exactly it was I was looking for.
Stupid me, people store everything in their phones now, how would I see his plan in his room?
Still, I paced towards the mini sized bookshelf and went through it. book by book, file by file.
My eyes fell on a dusty old book. A journal per say. The name Daven Willigham was boldly written on it.
I picked it up and it.
It was filled with pencil drawings, and beautiful annotations from books and songs.
Wow, who would have thought that Daven was so talented. There were differnt drawings from that of people to landscape.
I paused at a drawing of a very familiar face.
I squinted my eyes severally, just to make sure I was seeing it right.
A drawing of me.
My features so vivid and well outlined that it looked almost impossible.
I couldn't believe it. Why does Daven have a drawing of me in his book? It didn't make any sense.
What baffled me the most was the date written at the bottom of the page.
Two years ago.
He drew this 2 years ago!
We had met once that year! At night, drunk!
How did he remember my face so well? The color of my eyes and hair.
He filled it with the perfect shade.
I felt a weird tug in my heart while staring at this.
He knows me. He remembers me.
He had known this whole time! That explains the stares since day one!
The sound of the door being pushed open made me fret, throwing the book in my hands.
Daven is back.
I ran to the closet and hid there, hoping he wouldn't find me.
His footsteps echoed as they hit the ground. Each step sounds closer than the former.
"Next time, make sure you tuck your shirt in before hiding in my closet," He said, opening the door.
He stretched his hands, grabbed my arm then pulled me out.
"Seriously?" He stared at me.
"I was looking for you." I said.
"In the closet?"
I did not have much to say, so I stepped away from him slowly, aiming for the door.
Daven stopped me with his hands reaching over and pinning me to the nearest wall.
He covered the distance above us, towering above me.
"This closeness is unhealthy," I muttered.
"Oh well, what can we do?" He shook his head, as if he had no other option.
Using his fingers, he pushed the hair strands on my face backwards, tucking it behind my ears.
"You are a beauty," He whispered almost to himself. His hands traveled down to my lips.
I tried to hide my trembling hands, but my quickened heartbeat was already telling him how nervous I was.
No, I don't want to kiss Daven. Not again.
I closed my eyes shut, hoping to push all the intense feelings behind me.
"Eric is waiting for me." I said, rembering the auction.
Daven's face scrunched at the mention of Eric.
He retreated hastily, giving me space.
I rushed out of the room without looking back.
My phone started ringing only a few minutes after I had left Daven's room.
It was an unknown caller ID.
I picked it anyway.
"Come meet me outside. it's urgent." the voice said then ended.
I hurriedly got dressed and then dashed towards the gates.
I looked outside and there was no one but a black Suv parked on the way.
I instantly received a text which read: Come towards the car.
It was odd, a bit too commanding, but I did not have time, so I did as I was told.
I opened the passenger seat and behold, Taylor was seated in there in the same black suit he wore this morning.
He had this cocky smug smile. As If He had just achieved something.
"Look," He said to me, pointing to the back seat.
My eyes widened and my lips parted in shock.
"What the fuck Taylor! Are you crazy?"
I yelled in disbelief.