All Chapters of The Tale Not Old As Time: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Thirty-OneFlorence was astonished to hear those words uttered by Chaos. The term “playboy” was completely unexpected, and she could not believe that she had heard it from his lips. He was a man with an amazing background, work ethic and really respectable background, but she had absolutely no idea that this man, standing right in front of her as he was leaning his butt against his expensive and massive desk. He bravely told her and confessed to her that he was a freaking playboy.In most formal situations, most journalists were expected to conduct thorough research on their interview subjects. Florence knew that she should have prepared for this situation, him. However, in this case, Florence realized that she should have really done a more thorough background research on Chaos, hell, the Zacchaeus Spencer Battekurt, before proceeding with the interview. She mentally berated herself for her oversight, as she had been completely unaware that Chaos was the renowned billionaire playboy

Thirty-ThreeFor once, Chaos was stammered. Out of words because he was just shocked. He wanted to smile, since he was amused by this kind of confidence that she had. After all, she was a graduating journalism student, so he assumed she needed to suck this interview up to get better grades. He had never really thought about it in those terms before since he had always assumed that his wealth and status were simply a part of who he was knowing that his mother is from the Spencers, and his father is from the Battenkurts.“Hmm,” Chaos hummed and smiled weakly, “I suppose it is a double-edged sword,” he replied in a really calm tone, after a moment of thought. “On the one hand, it gives me opportunities that most people can only dream of. I can travel the world, live in luxury, and make a difference in the world. But on the other hand, it can be isolating. People often treat you differently and they become more focused on my personal playboy life, as if they have this hold in my personal

Thirty-fiveUrban Eats. Of all the expensive restaurants he knew that would impress women – Le Grand Chateau, The Velvet Room, The Sterling Spoon, The Golden Goose, Ember & Ash, or The Curious Mouth, she chose a cheap and really unhealthy joint. Chaos scoffed softly under his breath and just smiled, “McDonald’s, Marx.”“Sir?” Marx chirped, in shock that he asked for those unhealthy foods since he rarely buys them. “Anything specific?” Chase asked Florence, ignoring what Marx had said.“I…” She hesitated and finally let her know, “I would like to have a cheeseburger please, and some nuggets with large fries. Maybe a large cola. Thank you.” Chaos informed Marx of the order but doubled it. As soon as the call ended, Chaos just stared at her.“Is there something wrong, sir?” Florence asked.Chaos shook his head, “No, you are just someone different.” She blinked, “Different?” She asked.“In a good way.” Chaos answered while he settled on the couch, “So, let us set the questions aside,

Thirty-SevenF L O R E N C E “What have I gotten myself into?” I asked my own reflection the same question that I have been asking ever since I started putting makeup on and dressing more provocatively for a man I did not even love. I took a deep breath in and exhaled while telling my own reflection, “You had no choice. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” I put on a vibrant red lipstick which matched my white skin.“Are you done?” Heath hollered loudly, feeling annoyed since he was never the type of person who was attending parties or dinners late with his so-called elite circle. “Yes, I am.” I rushed towards his side while he donned a beautiful dark green suit with his light brown leather shoes.When the clock struck five thirty, Heath and I headed to The Alchemist’s Secret Table. I wore this insanely beautiful emerald green strappy satin midi dress with a cowl neckline with a high slit which made my skin look whiter and paler, as if it was glimmering against the dress

Thirty-NineF L O R E N C E “I’m a married woman,” I uttered, a feeble attempt to deter him. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes. I knew, deep down, that my marital status would hold little sway over him. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, a man who defied convention and expectation. In that moment, I felt small, vulnerable, and utterly powerless.“Marriage, Florence,” Chaos began, his voice low and deliberate, “is merely a societal construct. It does not define your worth or limit your potential. True connections transcend such superficial bonds.” As he gently placed me in the car, his gaze held a knowing intensity, a silent promise of a future that defied convention. His words, though simple, carried a profound weight, challenging the very foundations of my understanding of love, commitment, and personal freedom.He slid into the seat beside me, his presence a stark contrast to the quiet luxury of the car’s interior. A pl