Adriana's Pov
The evening drew very quickly, Chelsea wore a blue short sleeveless straight dress, reaching her mid-thighs, with a pair of black heels. Her brunette hair collectively held together, leaving a perfect view of her back.
Mom and Krista wore regular white dresses but it was beautiful. I was in my peach dress, with my face well groomed, postured on a couch staring around, the room was filled with pure joy.
"Sister?" Krista called, "here, your phone is ringing." The caller ID read, Drake.
"Hey, sweetheart? I am very sorry I will be a little late."
"Okay," I replied, sighed, then turned my gaze to the cake resting on the table, imploring God he would be here before I made a wish.
"What did he say?" Chelsea asked, fishing for information.
"He said he will be a little late." Adriana smiled to mask her disappointment.
"Adriana? I always tell you I don't like that guy, I don't know, I just_"
"Chelsea? Please, it's my birthday."
She threw her hands in the air, "Yes, it's your birthday, I will keep quiet," Chelsea replied, rolling her big eyes.
"Thank you," I replied with a kind grin.
"I didn't say welcome.
Let's toast to a beautiful future for my best friend."
We were drinking when the door suddenly flung open. Three burly men stood at the entrance, dressed in expensive suits. Considering the school I attended I could tell by my appearance, an expensive suit. And that was definitely it, a very expensive suit.
I stood up with unnatural haste moving towards them, I stopped a few meters away. It was a wrong move, as I could be dead if they were dangerous.
"Excuse me? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"We are here for Adriana Williams". He said, looking like a police officer on a mission.
"Yes, I am Adriana Williams, what do you want from me?" I asked, with keen interest.
"We are here to take you." One serious man spoke, while the other two scanned the hall.
"Take me? Take me to where? What do I have to do with you?" I asked, looking lost and shocked, wanting to make sense out of everything.
"We are only following orders, Ma'am." This time his tone was low, laced with concern and pity. I furrowed my brows, my lips slightly apart, my eyes darting from one person to the other.
"Can you speak clearly? I am sure there's a mistake somewhere."
He shook his head, "This is exactly where our boss sent us to."
I smiled, thinking Drake was behind it, I had to question him anyway. He could have chosen another way to prank me, this was way too serious. I sighed.
"Well, who is your boss and what right does he have on me?"
"I am." A masculine voice echoed in the room, then a handsome man from behind entered, wearing the same suit but much more expensive. Honestly speaking, I hadn't seen such handsomeness before, his physique is something to discuss in the future, for now, I needed answers.
"Excuse me? Are you their boss?" I asked with eyes wide open, hoping he could say no, Drake sent us to surprise you.
"I just made that clear". He replied arrogantly. My heart sank, standing expressionless, glimpsing at a man of my age claiming to be the boss of three muscled men. And I am supposed to believe this? I am not that stupid.
"I think you are making a mistake, I am Adriana Williams, yes, but I don't think it's me you are looking for," I said defensively.
"Mistakes? I never make any, honey. Isn't it your birthday?" He challenged, twitching his lips into an almost sardonic grin.
"It is," I replied, with my eyes glued to him, awaiting his next statement.
"You are exactly who I am here for." He said, looking neutral, leaving no room for judgment.
"Excuse me?" My brows naturally creased, I lowered my eyes and curved my lips into a smile. One thing was for sure, I admired the way he portrayed the character of a Hollywood billionaire when I strongly felt he was a nonentity in reality.
"I know Drake is behind all this, can you stop putting up with this act? It's getting far. Be forward with the reason you are here."
"Miss Williams? I have no idea who you are speaking of." He said keeping a straight face. Why does he talk leaving people suspenseful?
"Well, if you claim you don't know who Drake is then make things a bit clear? I don't get anything." I said in full anticipation.
He lowered his gaze without saying anything, then, he handed me a file.
"What is this?" I asked, looking up at him slacking, hoping he would speak.
He didn't speak, instead, he placed both hands in his pockets.
I glanced at him unblinking, then back to the file. Slowly and more gently I opened it, glared at him again, then back to what I had in hand.
"Sorry? Do you not know how to read? I inquire because you're taking more than enough time." Annoying son of a bitch…" I cussed.