Chapter 2

 Henry’s POV.

I heard my phone ring, jolting me out of my thoughts. I was exhausted but the reason behind my exhaustion was one I had no idea about.

I stared at the caller ID and realizing it was my personal assistant, I finally picked it up.

“Hello.” I called into the phone as I picked up the call, we had a pending discussion and he’d probably just called to tell me about the recent findings.

“You’re right Sir, something fishy is indeed going on and while I was trying to balance these accounts, I just couldn’t help but notice that there really are some loopholes.” The voice answered from over the phone and my greatest suspicion had just been confirmed.

Someone was indeed taking money from my company, I’d thought it was just bad calculations and business but I knew there was no way in hell I’d do a bad business.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I listened to the explanation he made as he also passed a subtle reminder to me.

“Mr. Thorn?” He called and I immediately knew what was about to follow, “you need to get married as soon as possible to claim your spot here, right now, the things you could do here are limited and whoever is taking money from the company will keep on doing so if you don’t claim your spot.” He added and I nodded my head rhythmically like I was listening to a song on replay.

I don’t want a wife, I never wanted a wife, I’m good with being alone and the Casanova that I am, being with someone forever was the last thing on my mind.

“I know, I’m working on it, I promise. I just haven’t found someone that has brought out that part of me yet.” I lied, I wasn’t working on getting a wife.

I was working more on getting laid than getting a wife as that was even more comfortable than searching the earth for a potential wife.

I have lots of females around me but none of them fits into the description of Henry Thorn’s wife, how would I ask my flings or one night stands to sign a contract marriage with me?

The thought itself was disgusting, I shook my head, not wanting to think about getting a wife as I let out a slight sigh.

It stresses me out that I needed to get someone to be beside me before I could claim my spot.

“you’d better act first then.” I heard him say before hanging up the call, I’d wanted to talk but whatever I’d wanted to say got stuck in my throat when a figure caught my eye.

She looked angry, I hung the call up to follow her every step.

Her eyes were blood red that she could eat anyone that got in her way raw, she wasn’t exactly my type but something about what I was seeing right now was intriguing.

Just when I was trying to take in her figure, I saw her increase the pace of her walk as she stopped in front of me and dumped the plate of pasta she was holding on my head.

What the hell?

That was my order, I was famished but now my hunger was replaced with anger, unable to speak, I slowly stood up in surprise as I took a look at her.

She looked like she knew me and as hard as I tried to think about whether I knew her or not, nothing came. I’d initially thought she was one of my flings but her face didn’t ring a bell nor did her voice.

My face was a mask of fury.

“That was a mistake.” She spoke but her voice didn’t show any form of regret, she wasn’t sorry about what she did.

She’d just said it was a mistake but I saw her drop the plate intentionally, she was angry about something and had decided the best person to take it out on was one of the customers.

A costumer that’s also… me.

She doesn’t know who I am?

“What the fuck, did you just do?” I yelled, not in any way concealing my anger as I spoke, I stared right into her eyes and she didn’t flinch.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked, “I just said it was a mistake, just get yourself cleaned up, why are you making a fuss about it?” She finished.

Wow, here I was trying hard to believe she meant it when she said it was a mistake when obviously it wasn’t.

I looked around, in search of the manager, not only do I know the manager, I knew the owner and I was one of their most important customers.

I was going to talk when I saw a sturdy man make his way to my table, I immediately recognized him.

“Mr. Thorn,” he gasped, “Oh my god, I am so sorry. What happened?” He began to frantically apologize as he turned to the waitress that had committed such an atrocious act after he’d apologized to me.

“Your waitress here thought it was the perfect idea to dump a plate of pasta on me, she just ruined my suit.” I answered before she did.

I knew what she was going to say, she definitely would insist it was a mistake, she proved me right when she spoke.

“It was a mistake, Mr. Smith.” She answered after rolling her eyes.

I wasn’t just going to stand here and let her disrespect me, I voiced my displeasure to the manager who took it upon himself to fire her immediately.

I was satisfied but what had happened next wasn’t what I was expecting, pulling off her apron and flinging it at her manager. She picked up the glass of water on my table and emptied it on me. Again.

“Gina Georgia!” The manager exclaimed but I guess that was where the waitress drew the line.

“What?” She barked back, “y’all are just fucking birds of a feather that flocks together, all y’all want is a woman you can control, one whose wings you can clip.” She spat at her boss who was also taken aback by her audacity.

“And you,” She added, turning to face me after I’d been at the receiving end of her anger, “you Lazy, selfish, Pathetic fucking Liar!” She screamed.

I was confused because I still had no idea who this woman was!

“Get back to your wife and be a better human for once in your life, and don’t you dare live off her! Pay her rent and stop getting yourself into every other ladies fridge you can find. Stop being a stupid, shameless cheat!” She screamed at me again.

I am not even married… yet.

The fuck?

I blinked twice, it was a sight to see, I was right about the reason for her anger and it was amusing to see her act this way unprovoked. I’d have found this more amusing if I wasn’t looking for whom to take as a wife, a decision which has been giving me so much headache.

“Fucking Cheat, all of you.” She screamed again as she pointed at every other man in the restaurant while she spat.

I let out a slight scoff as the security walked in to usher her out, still screaming and causing a scene.

I took the napkin on the table as I cleaned myself up while also making my way to my car with the face of this feisty stranger replaying in my memory as I drove out.

“Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.”