All Chapters of Our Surface: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Caden’s POVSean was currently telling me about his messy breakup with some Angie chick in Madrid who cheated on him with another guy and even had an affair with one of Sean’s friends.He sounded upset but I wasn't sure if I was hearing things because he usually wasn't a talkative person, compared to Sebastian.Three chicks on the opposite side of the Vip section kept throwing their eyes at me and Sean.It was quite funny actually, especially when they were so pretty and sexy like most women here.I couldn't understand why they were trying so hard to send those unnecessary signals.“Hey check out the red-haired sitting over there” Sean whispered to me.And by the mention of red-haired, only one person came to my mind.I followed his gaze and it landed on her.I cleaned my eyes just to be sure my vision was not playing tricks on me.Anna was here?She seemed so engrossed in whatever she was doing with her phone.“Fuck” I muttered.“What’s wrong, do you know her?” Sean asked me.“Not e

Caden’s POVI couldn't stop thinking if Anna was alright. Something seemed off about her, off about the way she reacted.Maybe it was just me overthinking things and I was stressing over nothing. She might be fine and we should leave it at that. I didn't have time to worry about that though. Some things needed my attention and my mind was already set on getting them done before the night was over.Sean was sleeping in the next room and when I stepped out so I could get a cup of coffee, I could hear his snores filling the hallway and I shook my head feeling sad for him.I couldn't help but wonder if the opening at the gallery was going to turn out impressive or not.It had to be, it needed to be.After working on the files on my laptop, I drifted to sleep.I was suddenly seventeen and standing in front of my Mama's art room, some of her paints were spilled on the floor, and Father had kicked them out of the table in anger. Mama’s face was contorted with grief as I tried to comfort her

Anna’s POVIt was the day of the opening at the gallery and believe me everyone was looking their best. I noticed how Erica was walking on eggshells around me since that night, wanting to know if I was okay but also didn’t want to appear too needy about it so I wouldn't get mad, she tried to stay out of sight when she could. I hadn't spoken to Caden since that night because the next morning he came in looking like a zombie, his hair was all messed up from sleep and I could see him shivering as if cold. He didn't send for anyone and didn't step out of his office until we left office that evening.I wore a simple black dress with buttons in front and a slit behind with pink stilettos. It made my legs look longer than they usually did. I wanted to wear heels to the gallery as much as possible as I liked feeling shorter. The sun wasn't quite setting yet as we got into Erica's car. She had gone all white in a badass suit and white heels which was a rare sight, and her blonde hair was p

Anna's POVI asked Sebastian why he said “Shit” when the man who I later found out was Caden’s father walked in. What? I didn't watch the news so I barely knew him.He was with a younger woman in her 40s and was pretty. She wore a navy blue Armani dress and a red Chanel bag draped over her shoulder. Her curly locks flowed down past her shoulders and she carried herself with confidence. I knew she wasn't his mom because Erica told me his mom was dead.She had to be dead but what fascinated me more was the little boy this woman came in holding hands with, he looked exactly like Caden, with the same black hair and blue eyes. It was like looking at a younger version of Caden.The most adorable sight was when the little guy hugged Caden regardless of their height difference and the people around gushed about how cute they were but something seemed off.It was Caden.Something was off about him, he didn’t seem so pleased about the little boy's hug, or maybe it was more than that. It almost

Caden’s POVI didn't know what I was thinking when I asked Anna to walk with me but strolling through the streets of New York was more therapeutic than I could remember. It was the weekend and I was supposed to be resting from the stress of last week.I was restless.I couldn't close my eyes without being taken back to that horrific evening, I didn't need any fucking reminder, I had been there when I was seventeen and I didn't want to be there anymore but it seemed my demons could not understand me because they were ready to drag me into their abyss the moment I closed my eyes. They pounced on me without mercy and I was forced to take those pills again.I hated them, they made me feel sick and weak and strongly dependent on them. Without them, I was like a ticking bomb that could go off at any time.I hate that I need them.I hurried out of my house without my car and the only thing I thought I needed was my credit card and a face cap. I should have grabbed my shades as well but th