Adair’s Point of View
“What the hell do you mean there is no match?!” I roar through the phone.
“Mr. Adair, no o-one that we visited had the t-tattoo as s-shown i-in the p-icture and their profile wasn’t s-similar to the d-description.” The detective stutters.
“What about the tattoo artists? I presume you idiots found nothing as well?” I say with rage, pacing back and forth in my office.
“N-nothing s-sir. No-one remembers since it wasn’t c-custom design and-”
“-Your fired.” I state cutting off his bullshit and ending the call.
My body shakes in fury and irritation as I tightly grip the edge of the table to stop myself from connecting my fist onto it and smashing it into pieces.
All they had to do was find the damn guy and they couldn’t do that.
“SHIT!” I yell throwing my phone across the room in frustration.
Aaliyah gave me a ride to Adair’s house since she was dying to see how it looked in person. I did take quick pictures in the morning before going to work, but she wanted to see the ‘work of art’ herself.“This is amazing!” Aaliyah breathes taking in the exterior of the home.“Wait till you see the inside.” I laugh.Walking into the house, I’m bombarded with two maids and a chef. One of them grabs my purse while the other helps me take my coat off. The chef asks me what I would like for dinner and I honestly didn’t know I had that much authority to decide the menu.“Um, just surprise me.” I say unable to think of something that Adair will like too. The chef gives a wide smile and walks back to the kitchen. I think he’s excited to cook his own creation.“Girl, your being treated like a queen! I mean you are one, but damnnnn!” She says waving her hand in front of her f
I was able to move around my client meetings to allow for our fake court hearing to happen this Wednesday instead of next week. Mr. Adair told Mr. Rollins how we were going to leave for Italy and Mr. Rollins worked it all out with my other clients making it much easier on my part.Because I’m going to be leaving in a couple days, Mr. Rollins brought in another accomplished lawyer, Mrs. Kimathi, to fill in for me until I get back. I spend the rest of my Tuesday briefing her about all the upcoming hearings, meetings, paperwork, and remind her that she has access to Aaliyah if she needs anything.Mrs. Kimathi has been in the law field for over twenty-five years and listening to her about her cases makes me less worried about how she’ll handle mine.“Any questions?” I ask Mrs. Kimathi throwing my purse over my shoulder.“Nope. I got it all darling.” She smiles. “If I ever need anything I’ll ask Aaliyah, an
Adair wasn’t kidding when he said there’s going to be a lot of paparazzi there. There’s more paparazzi than actual news journalists. Words such as cheater, new woman, money are being yelled out and someone even tried to drag me into it by calling me "Adair’s new love interest" and "homewrecker".I’m walking as quickly as I can wanting to escape into the courtroom, but lights are being flashed from every direction in my face making it harder for me to even see where I’m going. The press follows close behind, wanting a statement from me on the case, but I continue my pace ignoring their demands.Tons of teenage girls and women stand on the side lines, dressed as if they were going to a club, chanted "Alexander Adair marry me" and "Alex, I love you" which I find to be totally ridiculous.This isn’t a concert, it’s a court case. They desperately want to get close to him, but thanks to Julian and his team their forced t
I wake up to the sound of steady beeps and whispering voices. Slowly opening my eyes, Adair and a lady with a white coat stand in front of my bed, their eyes directed at me.“What’s going on?” I croak trying to prop myself up on the bed. A sharp pain shoots up my arm and I let out a cry.“No, don’t get up!” Adair exclaims helping me lay back down.My eyes wander around the white room, taking in my surroundings.I'm in the hospital.Everything starts to slowly come back to me as I remember us waiting outside on the steps for the paparrazi to be cleared out of the way, the loud noise, the sharp pain, getting shot, and passing out.“Hello Ms. Carter, I’m Dr. Jacobs. How are you feeling?” The doctor asks as she walks over to my bedside checking on my vitals.“I feel okay, but my arm hurts a bit.” I say in discomfort.“Luckily the bullet didn’t go
“I’m going to miss you so much! Take care okay.” Aaliyah snifs, engulfing me into a bear hug.“My arm! My arm!” I exclaim through squeezed breathes.“Oops sorry!” She exclaims releasing me right away.Today is finally the day that Adair, Nick, and I go to Italy. It took a lot of assuring and promising Adair that I was fine, because that man was being stubborn that I wasn’t good at all. Luckily, I also had Nick by myside telling Adair that he was overreacting.“We’ll take care of her.” Nick smiles nudging my shoulder.“See nothing to worry about.” I say to Aaliyah as I shoot Nick a smile.“Shall we get going now?” Adair states in irritation from behind us as he fixes the cuff of his blazer.“Text me when your there okay!” Aaliyah smiles and I can see Andrew jogging up to our terminal.“Mr. Adair, your private jet is
The stench of sweat and blood lingers the in the cold air of the small dimly lit room. It's stone walls remain completely bare expect for a security screen that’s all black and a black chair that rests near the screen. Another man dressed in head to toe in black stands near another steel door, talking to a peculiar looking man.“Alexander Adair welcome back!” Exclaims a small chubby man walking over to us and brining Adair in for a kiss on the cheek.Wiping the kiss off with his shoulder, Adair reaches out to shake his hand. “Leo it’s been awhile.” He says teresly.That’s Leonardo?!The monsterious image of him that swirled in my head is now erased as I take in the sweet and approachable demeanor of Leo. His rosy pink cheeks remind me of Santa Claus sand his twirled grey mustache along with his shoulder length hair doesn’t make him seem he’s in a mafia at all. If I were
As soon as we exit both rooms, the once composed Adair now lands a bone breaking punch against the wall in frustration and anger, his knuckles turning bloody and bruised.“Alex stop!” Nick cries holding him back from throwing another punch.“Let go of me!” Adair growls his eyes blazing with furry.Nick and I take a step back from Adair as he regains his composure. I’ve never seen him this angry or frustrated, and it's freaking me out. I understand how he must be feeling because I feel the same. I’m disappointed that we came all this way and found nothing and there’s other than that the man is old and he has a lady love.“Another damn dead end!” Adair breathes out in frustration ruffling his hair.The blood drips from his knuckles all the way to his wrist with some drops hitting the floor as Adair balls his hands into fists. His breathing staggers as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead agai
The next morning is a whirl wind of events.Leo called Adair to tell him that we were to go to some boutique to get our measurements taken by a tailor for the party. According to Leo, there was no way that he was going to let his favorite people wear ordinary clothes.In terms of ordinary, the boutique was no where near ordinary at all, with it's dark green walls sparkling with specks of gold foil and it's light grey marble floors shining with no inch of dust or dirt. A long corridor lightens the way with chandeliers, exposing doors that remain tightly closed. Two doors remained situated behind the tall dark grey marble desk and before we could say a word, tailors from behind the doors came bustling out with their measuring tapes and iPads.All dividng out, they each take us to seperate sides of the room and measure us from top to bottom, not missing a single thing. I’ve gotten custom made blazers and dresses for work, but this was something else.