1: Her birthday

CHAPTER 1

Hayley's POV

I heard rumors, but who would not want him? He is rich; he has the body, and he knows how to make me happy. Men bow to his feet! What else can I ever ask for?  

    For all I care, Tyler had been the only man that didn't make me feel like trash. I was of the street, a nobody. I even picked and ate from the trash, but he respected me. He told me he would be my shield, and he has been. I don’t care what others have to say. He is my man.

   That alone had been all I need and ever wanted. 

A man that didn't ever treat me as an orphan and didn't judge me. 

    As we planned, we were supposed to meet at De Royale Suite two hours ago, but he was busy with work and meeting. He is a freaking billionaire, and I knew he would be busy always. 

      I did my red hair in a classic low bun. It was hard to stretch out the curls, but for my husband, it was worth it. I wore the earrings he got me for my last year birthday and a lathered gold pearl necklace. I need my Tyler to notice my cleavage so we could get freaky tonight. 

  Call me a nasty girl but I am 25, no back story or education and I at least need a child. I want to have a baby and give the child all I have never had. I want the child to grow in a beautiful home where he or she would never believe that there is anything like hate, pain or fear.

    The maxi red dress I wore reached my ankles and had a long slit on the left side up to my mid-thigh. Tyler loves red, he likes my shoulders and legs bare. Heels, body fragrance, make all set and I can't wait to surprise my man. 

     The ride to the reservation was a bit slow, but I needed to make him happy. Sometimes tells me that he also has surprised for me since it's my birthday but who knows. As my husband would have it, he let me have my driver. I never get to go anywhere alone and he really cares about protecting me and making sure I had someone, even when he would be far from me.

    Getting to the lobby, everything seem normal and I got more excited. 

I got to the floor and looked around, but everything was normal. No surprise, Tyler was nowhere to be found, not even a glimpse of a surprise birthday, and I felt slightly disappointed. I believe in him. Maybe he has something more. What was I thinking? Everything can’t be centered on me. He said he was busy. What if he moved the surprise to the mansion? What if he had other plans, or I was looking close enough?

     Tired but still ready for my birthday, I walked out. I had messaged the driver to meet me at the front gate so I won’t have to stress myself. Damn, I don’t want a cold foot. I don’t want that sick feeling in my gut, like something bad was going to happen. The driver started the car but didn’t move. His attention was on our left, and I knew he wanted me to see.

       Even when every bit of me warned me not to look, I did, and I instantly wished I never did.

    There goes my loving husband, holding a strange woman like she would vanish if he leaves her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. His steps seem shaking, but he does look drunk as they both laughed and kissed all the way on the reservation.

       “Do you want me to go now, ma’am?” Eric asked.

      I glared at him. Tears flowing down my eyes and my lips quivered. My heart ached. It was like something in me burst open and my blood clotted. That can’t happen, right?

        Looking at my face, Erice drive to the side and unlocks the car.

 He gave me a knowing look, like he warned me to see more, which I did. I followed them, watching how my husband was laughing, kissing the woman.

    Who was I kidding? She looked hot as heck! The aura oozing from here would melt me. Her dress, her body was perfect and her sharp eyes looked like it were waiting for mine as our gaze locked. She didn’t blink for the next few seconds and I thought she was scared until she smirked and kissed the absent minded TyLer who took her to the receptionist and then their booked table.

        The earth rumored and my knees grew weak. I felt nauseous and my throat was clotted.

      “oh god!” I cried as I struggled to breathe.

      Before I embarrashed myself, I rushed but collided with someone.

 His expression was blank for a few seconds, but when he saw my lips quivered and my tears flow, he let down his arms that had stopped me from falling. I didn't notice that.

        “I am Liam Stone” he said.

   The heck! 

 I pushed him and ran off. I didn’t bother to look back. All I wanted was to run away and my driver was waiting.

   Getting in, Eric immediately drove off. He would look at me from time to time and when our gaze lock, he would look away in silence. Soon, we arrived at the mansion and he opened the door for me. There was something about his look, as if he pitied me or something.

      Walking me to my door as away, he opened the room door, but I hesitated before going in.

    “Eric?” I called, unsure of what to say to him.

           He just looked at me. His expression was like he was just doing his job and he looked away.

      “ma’am, you called me” he reminded me after a moment of silence.

      I sniffed and snorted.

    “You wanted me to see him. Why?” I whispered.

     My voice fading as fresh tears began to pour down my face again. There way this moment of hesitation, like he was trying to think of what to say without hurting me. After a while, he bowed slightly and moved two steps away from me.

     “Can I go now, ma’am?” he asked instead.

     “Why?!” I grew angry as I walked to him.

     Our face almost reaching and I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hit something and scream, but I need clarification. I need to know what I was really doing or why I was doing it.

     “Why did you do it, Eric? WHY THE FVCK DIDN’T YOU JUST MOVE!!!!!!???????”

     “You deserve to know, ma’am. All they say, all you heard, is real,” he answered calmly.

   My knees gave up, but I braced myself. Looking at his shoes, I broke down. I cried and all he did was stare at me. Oh! That’s his job, to Fvcking look at me everywhere I went!

   Soon I was alone. 

Wiped off my makeup, changed and lay in bed. The time was slow but what else could I have done. I heard it all. 

     Well, as far as I could remember, I ran off foster house when I was 12. Drugs, stole, lived in a huge trash box with the rotents; I did it all. It wasn't that long, was it? How come I never thought about going to school or... Yep, I had nothing! 

   I had nothing but Tyler taking me. He loves me; he carried me. He did all he could and made me who I am because he love me and he didn't cheat on me. Oh, maybe he never did. 

 I heard the door open and I pretend to sleep. His steps were rough, his breath loud and uneven as he did random things. Soon, he showered and walked out to see me looking at him. 

       He had this bored look on his face. 

  "I had so much to do at work, honey," Tyler said. 

  I nodded and continued looking. 

     "It's just a birthday. I will get you something tomorrow. I just hope important work to don't come up again. ," He climbs to stay beside me. 

      I smiled. I had no idea why I did or what I was thinking, but I was tired and I needed to sleep. 

        "Goodnight, Tyler" I said.