Chapter 4:

~At the hotel~

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Jace Sanders walked out of the hotel and a black Maserati pulled up in front of him. The window at the driver's side wound down to reveal Drake who had an apologetic smile.

"There was a terrible traffic, did you wait for long?"

Jace said nothing and slid into the backseat, his palm fisted around a silver band necklace with a slightly rusted locket. He glanced at it briefly, on the locket was imprinted E. Was that her initial?

He squeezed it into his fist again.

He had picked it from the hotel room after waking up that morning to find himself all alone in the room. It was the only thing she left behind and Jace was filled with rage from that moment.

How could she just run off like what they had was casual? He had at least expected them to talk about the risks since they had unprotected sex.

Did she only have sex with him for her pleasures? She used him?!

He palmed his forehead. What if she gets pregnant? How could he have been so engrossed in the moment to think of the risks?

What if she gets pregnant and then shows up in the future to leech him. He couldn't stain his reputation that way. He doesn't even know what the woman looks like.

'How dare her use me for her sexual satisfaction?' Jace grinded his teeth.

Despite his rage, Jace didn't regret what happened. Until she made that move, he didn't realise how sexually aroused he was. True, he was engaged but not once has he ever touched his fiancee.

Neither was he in love with her.

He just wished he at least knew what she looked like.

It was important to him and he was going to find her.

Drake glanced at his face from the rearview mirror, the usual blank look he mostly wore was there but it came with a little forehead fold this time.

Pitching his words carefully in his mind, Drake cleared his throat as a start to what he wanted to say.

"About last night, you never showed up after you suddenly left. Did something happen?" He asked in a subtle tone.

Even though he was literally Jace's best friend and assistant, he was still very careful around him, especially when he was in a bad mood.

Jace Sanders was intimidating to everyone around him, everyone but his family.

And no one could tell what he felt at a particular moment as it was difficult to read him. His facial expressions did no justice to his moods as he mostly wore a blank unpredictable expression on his face.

When Jace made no move to respond but only arched a brow at him, Drake continued.

"The directors were accompanied back to the airport this morning by Scarlett. She was at the meeting too last night and made up some excuses for your absence."

Immediately, there was a twitch in Jace's eyes. His teeth gritted but his lips didn't move to utter a word.

"The meeting was a success."

That was all Jace needed to hear to relax.

With an arm stretch, he grabbed his phone that was lying dead beside him and tried turning it on.

Leaning, he stretched it to Drake to charge and relaxed back into the seat.

The car parked in his villa.

He hopped down and went into his house.

In the living room, Jace dropped the necklace on the first table he passed before collapsing into a couch, heaving a sigh.

When he heard the sound of heels descending the stairs, he didn't bother checking until he heard her voice.

"Thought you'd stay two more nights in that club."

His brows knitted.

"You know, I was not aware you love clubbing this much. You even skipped an important meeting just to get laid. Why? Were the club girls too naughty for you, you chose them over work?"

"Can we discuss this later, Scarlett? I'm not in the mood right now."

Jace stood up to leave but she blocked his path.

"Don't you dare walk out on me, Jace. Seriously, you're not even going to deny the accusations?" She had a despicable look on her face.

"I didn't have sex with any girl at any club, I wasn't even at a club last night. Are you happy now?"

"Liar."

He smirked, "really? How do you know I'm lying? How did you even know where I was at last night? Are you stalking me now?"

Scarlett pursed her lips, her face etched with fury.

"Your desperation is unbelievable, Scarlett!"

"I'm your fiancee! Is it wrong for me to be curious about your whereabout?" Scarlett spouted shamelessly, "yes, I tracked your phone, that's how I know where you were."

Jace breathed out to calm himself. Why was he surprised she did that?

Scarlett noticed the necklace on the table and picked it up, "whose is this?"

She eyed him suspiciously, "cos I know I don't own some cheap ass necklace like this?"

"It's not yours. It's.. it belongs to a lady at the club."

"And how did it come into your possession?"

"We had unprotected sex." He purposely revealed.

"What?"

He started casually, "Yes Scarlett. Your guess is right, I did sleep with some random girl last night, and I used no protection. I wasn't drunk or on drugs, I did it completely sober and I feel bad about it--

Jace had barely landed when a splitting slap landed on his cheek.

"How dare you, Jace? Who do you think you are to cheat on me and say it to my face?"

Jace shut his eyes, forcing back his anger. He swallowed the hurt from the hit, refusing to touch it.

"I'm nobody, Scarlett. Nobody. At least, compared to you. And that's why I'm apologizing for my mistake." He said with a blank face.

"You don't even look sorry, you jerk."

"Oh," he dropped to his knees, "is this better? Do you forgive me now?"

An unbelievable look dashed on her face as she stared at Jace in anger.

"I won't get up until you say you forgive me. And I hope you don't call off the engagement but if you do, I'll understand."

"You'll understand?," She scoffed, "is this your way of pushing me to initiate the breakup so you don't look like a good-for-nothing scum in front of your father?" Scarlett arched her brow, tears that she tried to hide from him, pooling in her eyes.

Jace lowered his gaze, his hands curling to tight fists by his side.

Scarlett took that opportunity to wipe her tears. She was glad he couldn't see through her, else he would notice how much her heart was aching at that moment. How much his words were brutally burning her.

"No Jace, I'm not going to break up with you. I refuse to be used for your happiness. We will get married no matter what, I will be your wife, Jace." she grabbed her purse, knowing she just hit him hard in a tender spot, but somehow she wasn't satisfied.

"And don't even think about getting up. Remain there until your limbs grow numb and you become paralyzed, until your feet fall off and your eyes pop out of their sockets. Stay there until you die, Jace Chad Sanders! Only then will I think about forgiving you."

She stormed out of the house afterward.

Jace's anger grew hotter. She was indirectly threatening him with his weakness.

Now, he had to pacify her. He could only imagine what would happen if she mentions his supposed mistake to his father.

Furious, he grabbed the closest vase and threw it at a wall, pounding his fist into the tiled ground and igniting a bruise. His nerves relaxed after the locomotive action.

Under his breath, he mumbled. "Fuck you, Scarlett Tate. Fuck you to hell!"