Thoughts
Loukas POV
A kiss on my lips since a long time ago. Even though the kiss was accidental, I liked the taste of her lips, and don’t blame a man like me. Having a paralyzed body and a cheating wife would make you do things that you are not expected to do. I am incapable of love, but what I felt for Hillary was just mere lust that my body reacted to.
It wasn’t going to happen again because I was going to make sure that it didn’t. The rest of the drive was in silence and as Rotimi drove into the mansion, I heaved a sigh and turned to face her. Surprisingly, she was staring back at me. “What are you looking at?” I frowned at her.
“Nothing,” she corrected herself and looked away.
Her face makes me remember my ex-wife, and seeing her seated beside me made me think about my ex-wife. I thought she was the world to me, but she had gone behind my back with my stepbrother. Because of her, I almost lost the chance of ever walking again, but now that I’ve decided to try therapy again, I’m going to make sure they pay for everything they did to me. “We are here!” Rotimi announced and came out of the car. He brought out the wheelchair and helped me on top of it. Hillary also joined in pushing me toward the mansion. I noticed a few guards in black suits and a black limousine parked in front of the mansion.
“Is this some men dressed in black shits?” Hillary asked as she pushed me forward.
“This is some saving the prince sh*t,” I answered and pointed inside the house. “Miles is…”
She didn’t allow me to finish as she rushed into the house. She didn’t even know what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell her that Miles’ bodyguards were probably around, but she just had to run inside and act foolishly. “Don’t blame her Lou, the girl is just checking on everyone,” Rotimi explained why Hillary ran into the building as if I didn’t notice.
“Good riddance to bad garbage,” I said as I was pushed inside, clicking my tongue and sighing. When I entered, Miles’s walker was seated on an unfamiliar chair that I knew didn’t belong to me and a glass table I’d never seen in my entire life. He was seated comfortably with a guard behind him and was eating from the dish in front of him.
“What the hell is going on here?” I demanded.
“Is he your husband?” Miles asked Hillary, who stood in front of him, and just as she was about to answer him, Miles beat her to it. “How dare you let your woman roam around the street!” He slammed his hand on the table.
My eyes widened, and I turned to face Hillary and frowned at her. She smiled at me and scratched her back. “Miles, it’s not what you are thinking,” Hillary said, and instead of continuing, she looked toward me. “Mr. Whitemore is…”
“You let your wife call you Mr. Whitemore!” He shouted and tutted. “Now you sound like an asshole,” he pointed out and dropped the fork in his hands. He stood up and walked towards me. “Mr. Whitemore, you should learn how to care for your wife and…”
I scoffed and gripped the handle of the wheelchair. I glared at Hillary, who did all she could to avoid my gaze. “This is my home, Prince Miles,” I pointed around. “You should be thankful that I let you stay here instead of letting you die on the streets!” I shouted at him.
Miles cleared his throat and then started laughing. He pointed towards Hillary. “I don’t remember you saving me, but I remember her. Your beautiful wife saved me.”
My wife? Hillary was far from being my wife. Why couldn’t he get read the freaking room and understand that I wasn’t married to Hillary? Rotimi, who was supposed to come to my rescue, pretended he wasn’t there. He was also enjoying watching Miles as he tortured me with his words. “Prince Miles!” I shouted his name and he turned back to face me. “Don’t you have a kingdom to rule, given that you’re sitting here doing nothing?” I said through gritted teeth and gripped the wheelchair handle a little tighter.
“I was already on my way, but I needed to eat,” Miles said, ignoring me and continuing to speak to Hillary. “The doctor I meant here told me that you’ve already done everything before his arrival! I must thank you for that, “he said.
I tried to sound as polite as I could, but I hated it when other people invaded my privacy. It gets me pissed off. If not for Rotimi and the therapy I needed from Hillary, I wouldn’t have let anyone into my house.
Miles grinned at me. “You sound like a man who needs attention,” he said. “I’m already leaving. Hillary, If you ever needed my help, “he paused and clapped his hands. His bodyguard appeared beside him and handed over a card to Hillary. “You could always call me!” He placed a hand on her shoulder, and I hated that he placed his hand on her shoulder. It made my blood boil. I’m not supposed to feel that because I believed that I wasn’t attracted to Hillary. I was only getting mad because Miles was whispering in her ears.
They could be talking about me, I thought as I watched them. Hillary laughed when Miles whispered into her ears, and I frowned at their communication with one another. I tried shifting on the wheelchair and almost fell off. Rotimi was quick to help me. “Are you okay, sir?” He asked, and all eyes turned on me.
“Mr. Whitemore!” Hillary rushed towards me. “Are you okay?” She asked.
Instead of answering her, I stared at her lips as she spoke, blocking the voices from my head. I wanted to taste her lips again. Call it greed or lust, but I wanted her lips. “Mr. Whitemore,” she said, waving her hands in my face, and I grabbed it and slapped it away. “Are you okay?” She asked.
I ignored her and looked toward Miles. “When are you leaving Prince Miles?” I asked. Miles walked towards me and grabbed my left hand as if he knew that I was paralyzed. I cast a glare at Hillary, angry that she had spilled out my secrets, but Miles’ next word changed it all. “I used to have a little sister with hemiplegia, so I observed you when you were wheeled in,” he explained.
“Don’t touch me, your highness,” I said as I pushed his hand away, and he burst out laughing.
“I hope to meet you again once you are better,” he stated. “I should be leaving now,” he announced to Hillary and Rotimi. “Thanks for saving my life and accommodating me.”
Why was he thanking them? I thought. I had saved his life, and instead of being thankful to me too, he chose to ignore me and walked towards the entrance of the mansion. “Mr. Whitemore!” He shouted my name.
I wondered why he had called my name. Miles Walker wasn’t someone that I was ready to get acquainted with. “My little sister is now a fashion model because she believed in herself that she was going to walk again. The next I want to see you, make sure you are walking.” He continued after I thought he was done. “That’s an order, Mr. Whitemore. For accommodating me into your home, this is all that I can say to you,” he finally acknowledged me. “Take care of your wife,” he added and walked out.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.
“She is not my wife!”I shouted after him, but he was already gone. “What gave a dumbo prince the impression you were my wife?” I asked Hillary, who stood beside me.
“Perhaps I should call the prince back and you could ask him?” There she goes again with her sarcastic reply. “If there is nothing else, Mr. Whitemore, I’d like to clean up this place.” She pointed to where Miles had eaten on a chair and table that didn’t belong to me. I believed the prince had left the chair and table because he had the money to throw around.
“Call me Loukas.” I hated that she had to call me Mr. Whitemore because it sounded like I was an old man.
Hillary’s eyes widened and then grew into a smile. “Alright, Loukas,” she bowed. “Thank you for helping out today with my father’s burial!”
I nodded in response and didn’t say anything more. Instead, I said, “Make sure you come to my office this evening so we can finalize the contract!” I informed her, and she nodded in response. She bowed to Rotimi and then turned to leave.
“Great to see that you’ve improved and have started accepting people!” Rotimi pointed out, but I ignored him as if I didn’t hear him. “Keep ignoring me, Loukas. It’s the truth! ” And I ignored him yet again.
He wheeled me into my office and helped me to my chair. Rotimi had been by my side for a long time, and I couldn’t wait for the time to come when I would be able to walk by myself. Rotimi noticed the papers on my desk and stared at them. He picked it up from my desk and exclaimed. “Wow!” He smiled. “Your drawings are amazing, Lou,” he pointed out, and I nodded in response. “When did you start drawing this?” He asked.
It was a drawing of a new hotel I planned on the building once I’d gotten the company back from Caleb. “I started when Hillary saved my life,” I explained. Don’t get me wrong, but I want everything that has been taken away from me back and I stopped talking as my phone beeped in my pocket.
Rotimi noticed and urged me to check what was happening. I pulled my phone from my left pocket and exchanged looks with Rotimi when I saw a message on the screen. I swiped my phone to the left and read out the message.
“I gave you a chance to sign your rights away, but you’ve refused. Now, Caleb has taken over, and the board of directors has agreed to it. There is nothing you can do about it again, Loukas. Announce to everyone that you’ve given up the company next weekend at the grand opening of Caleb’s hotel.
My hand shook terribly as I read the message from Amanda. The phone dropped from my hand and shattered into pieces. “Loukas!” Rotimi rushed to my side. I turned to face him and then I smiled. “Loukas!” He called my name yet again, and I laughed.
“That despicable witch! After all, I have done for her and her son, They continue to disregard me and betray me! ” I chuckled and gripped Rotimi’s arm. “Where did I go wrong?” I asked him.
“We can still resolve this,” Rotimi said to me. “It’s your company and we can’t still fight back for it with the law.”
“No! I refuse to be a loser who begs just to be saved. This is why I need to stand on my feet. ” I stated, and just then, Hillary walked into my office. “How long did you say it would take for me to be okay?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, I only….”
“I need to know!” I shouted at her.
“Loukas, calm down,” Rotimi held my left hand, but I ignored him.
“Tell me when Hillary When I’m going to be fine. ” I asked her yet again. This time, I asked in a softer tone.
“I’ll try my best to make sure you are fine in six months,” she assured me, and it was all I needed to hear. “If you agree with my routine, then I can..,”
“I agree to everything. Let’s start tomorrow,” I told her, and she nodded in response.
“Thanks for agreeing to it, but first, I need a room I can turn into an office, and also, your living room needs to be redecorated. It will help with the therapy. ” She stated
I frowned at that idea, but I had no option but to nod my head in response. I was going to get better and was ready to do anything to achieve that and get back at those who had wronged me.