I Wasn't Expecting It

Bianca's POV

Mr Drew McCartney strode to the red carpet decked in a designer suit. Other than the full beards he wore now and a little weight he'd gained, he hadn't changed much. He still looked as dashing as he always did, like the first time he approached me eight years ago. Though he was in his late forties now, his fashion sense was still as keen as ever.

He stood straight, posing with some other celebrity for the camera and I didn't realize I was staring intently at him until he turned and his eyes met mine. I quickly looked away and took more pictures, giving the fiercest runway look that I could.

To my surprise, Drew came over to me and with an expressionless face he said, "It wouldn't be too much of a bother to take a photo with the queen of hypnotic beauty now, would it?"

I blinked and then shrugged indifferently. "Sure, not at all," I replied, my voice cold.

He put an arm around me and pulled me closer while he smiled for the shot. I couldn't bring myself to smile as I felt uncomfortable being in such proximity with him. Then, Drew clawed at my shoulder and dug his nails in my skin. I winced in pain and tried to break free from his grip but he held me, still flashing a wicked smile at the paparazzi.

"What the hell, Drew?" I whispered, looking into the cameras, still in pain but I did well hiding it.

"This pain is nothing compared to what you put me through and is absolutely nothing compared to what I'd do to you." He was still smiling as if he'd said something funny or sweet.

"It's been 4 years. Quit whining like a baby and move on already."

"You did a good job avoiding me all these years, Bi. After I made you what you are today, you tossed me aside. You must think so highly of yourself now but what you don't know is that you owe me your life."

"I owe you nothing, you deranged pig. Now let me go. I said let go."

Drew released me from his grip when he noticed Sky had sensed something was wrong and was moving towards us. Drew glared at me for a few seconds before walking away. I let out a sigh of relief and caressed my shoulder. That imbecile must have bruised me.

Drew wasn't always like this. It's safe to say I made him that way. Eight years ago, he was the sweetest person I knew, the loveliest I had ever met. I was at a point in my life when I had no passion for anything or the zeal to live and enjoy life.

I was raised in a slum by a single mother who struggled to feed the both of us and cater for our needs. My worthless father had gotten her knocked up and had taken off before I was even born. After I graduated high school, I had to work at a café and put my dreams of getting into college on hold as my mother didn't have the funds for it.

It was at that café I met Drew, the man who changed my pitiful life. He'd stopped at the small coffee shop for the first time and bought his favourite coffee drink – caffe latte. He tipped me with $200 and I was dumbfounded, I gaped at him. Ever since that day, he became a regular customer, tipping me every time he came.

Then one day, he said to me, "You look like you could be the next Miss Universe."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah, right."

I didn't believe that. But he did. Drew believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself and he made it come true. Years later, I was crowned Miss Universe. Yes, it's true Drew made me a star and brought me into the limelight but it was all my doing to remain in that limelight. He taught me how to reach for the stars but I aimed higher and made it to the moon all by myself.

It wasn't easy getting to that point and it came at a cost. Drew made me sleep with him first if I wanted to escape my sorry excuse of a life. I gave him the box and let him take my virginity without thinking twice and thought that would be the last. But no! He kept me as his lover despite being married.

For four years, I was his mistress or more like his sex slave. I was available whenever he needed me to be and couldn't complain or protest. However, he kept his end of the bargain and opened doors of golden opportunities to me.

Drew had a renowned modelling agency. He put me there and for months, I underwent intense training, ranging from changing my gait, my posture, the way I talked, laughed and ate to building my confidence and social skills.

I guess Mr Drew McCartney made Bianca Davies but there was no way in hell I was going to admit that. Drew claimed he loved me and maybe he did but I didn't give two fucks when I walked out on him four years ago after his wife's tragic death and I didn't now.

He tried to reach out to me dozens of times but just like he said, I did a good job avoiding him. And I didn't regret it. The naive Bianca he nurtured and kept to please him was dead. Now all that was left of me was a powerful woman with her head up high, one not to be reckoned with recklessly. I had outgrown Drew and the likes of him.

"Bianca Davies!" A deep voice brought me back from my trip to memory lane. I smiled as I saw who it was.

Camden Christopher...

He was an A-list actor and the hero in the movie that was premiering. A heartthrob he was, with silky light brown hair, dreamy blue eyes and a smile that could stop hearts – mine excluded.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," Camden told me as he hugged me, barely. If that could be termed a hug.

We talked for a while, took pictures together for the most, along with the main cast and crew of the movie. Camden was all over me the whole time and I was sure the media would have something to keep their tongues wagging.

I caught Steve glaring at Camden and me with what I perceived to be a mixture of spite and envy. The bastard was something else, this I knew now. But what I didn't know was what he planned to do next.