Chapter 17

POLLEN'S POV

“Raymond Beckham?” Mia's eyes narrowed into slits as she racked her brain. “That name sounds familiar.”

“Beckham's Groups of Company” I said.

She gasped, and her eyes popped.

“No freaking way! You are joking,” she squealed.

“I'm not,” I mumbled.

“Girl! You've hit the jackpot.” She laughed out loud.

“Did you listen to what I've been saying all this while?” I looked at her in utter disappointment. “He has someone he is about to marry.”

“So?” Mia paused briefly to enquire, then gulped more from her glass.

“What do you mean by that? It's clear I'm jeopardizing someone's happiness.”

“You are still the same, Pollen. When will you forget about others and put yourself first?”

“This is different, Mia.”

“It's not! They aren't married yet. Not like you are some side piece trying to take a man from his wife,” she retorted.

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does,” she persisted.

“I can't. I can't imagine myself hurting another person.”

My friend slumped back in her seat and exha