My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Lydia
My hands are resting on the steering wheel. I watched Marcus drive out of the restaurant. His offer kept ringing in my head.
Date me.
After he asked that question, I allowed myself to fantasise about the result that dating him would bring. The effect of our relationship.
Marcus was not just any man. And I was fortunate to do business with him.
I couldn't reject him to his face, partly for the fear that he may not take it well. Another part is because I don't love him.
Dating and marriage are important to me.
So is my revenge, but still, I refuse to date him for the sole purpose of revenge. He doesn't deserve that. So I told him I'll think about it. The conversation had naturally moved to something else.
I leaned into my seat.
My mind shifted to Mason. It has taken me a while to realize that he could see me from where he and Julia were seated.
We were not on the same floor, but from the ceiling-to-floor window that was in the VVIP session, I could look down at the VIP session.
His eyes were on me. I smiled, loving the effect I had on him.
He left with Julia first.
He is one of the reasons why I can't date Marcus.
What I want is revenge on Mason and I plan to accomplish that by ensuring that Mason comes back to me.
I want him to go after me. I'll make him fall in love with me, then dump him, just like he did to me.
The plan was to slowly get into his skin. I don't want to make it seem like I want him. He has to want me. That is why I came to the restaurant with Marcus.
I took a deep breath and looked out of the window. Other cars were parked around. People were walking into the restaurant while some were going out.
Marcus said this was a gift to me. A congratulatory gift for the launching of Kavas Construction. Maybe I'll take it.
I received a message from my assistant, “The document for the investment has been sent out.” She informed me.
At this rate, I'll get the land. A smile of satisfaction crept into my face.
That would be a bigger step for my empire and a grand step for my construction company.
Due to the status of my company, I didn't have a problem getting investors; in fact, there were people lined up to work with me.
Looking back, all I could say was that I've come a long way.
I made a mental note to get victory ice cream with Liam and Melanie today.
I drove out of the restaurant, towards the direction of the company.
I nod my head to the sound of the song blasting out from my speaker.
I took a sharp turn. The building was now in sight. Just then, a man ran into the road.
I stepped on my break immediately; my tires screeched loudly on the floor.
I brushed my hair away from my face and stepped out.
Lines of worry spread over my face.
I just caused an accident. I just caused an accident.
“Are you alright?” I asked as I walked to stand in front of the man I assumed had fallen.
There was no one there.
I furrowed my brows, wondering if it was an illusion. But I had clearly seen him in front of my car.
I turned and flinched when I saw Mason. I wasn't expecting him.
“What are you doing here? Why would you jump right in front of my car? What if I had hit you?” My tone was more out of anger than of concern.
“I'm sorry, I just needed to speak to you.” I crossed one hand over the other and shifted my weight from one leg to the other.
“Now, what do you want to speak to me about?” I questioned. We spoke the other day, so now what?
He cleared his throat. I didn't expect the next words he spoke, “Who was that man? Why were you with him?” He asked flatly.
I raised a brow at his audacity. Who does he think he is to ask such questions?
“Are we friends? Why should I answer such personal questions?” my tone matched his.
His eyes moved over my body, “did he really get you the dress?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?” his jaws ticked, and he ran his hand over his hair.
“Mason, I don't like this. I hate it when you stop me like this. I warned last time about reporting you for stalking and I wasn't joking.” I turned ready to grab my phone from my car.
“You changed.” His voice stopped me.
“You've changed a lot.” One side of my lips curled upwards, and as I turned, I didn't bother to hide it.
He noticed, “Let's talk about that when the police arrive.” I opened the door and grabbed my phone.
It is you who changed me. It is you who brought this change.
“You think the police would want to be involved in a couples fight?” my fingers typing on the top of my screen stopped.
“It's funny how you've refused to embrace this reality.”
He moved closer, and I didn't bother to move. I stood rooted to the floor.
“I have so much to say to you.” He began.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Let's go speak somewhere quieter.”I looked around it, bothered by the curious glances thrown at us.
He was.
Well, why wouldn't he be? He was the one engaged.
I clutched my phone totally forgetting about calling the police. That was just a threat.
He figured.
“I've given you a chance to speak before; you blew it,” I said.
“I will make it quick.” “I am not interested in going anywhere with you.” My phone rang at that moment.
Mom was calling.
I accepted the call.
“Liam and Melanie want to see you. I tried to stop them, but they insisted. So we are on our way. We're close now,” She said.
I ended the call after she spoke. Looked around. I saw a car at the beginning of the lane. It was far off, but I could recognize the car as my mom's.
“Fine. I'll go with you.” I said and sighed in relief, moving to his car. He opened the door for me to step in, much to my surprise.
He ignited the car and drove off. I turned my head to the side as we drove past Mom's car. The last thing I wanted was for Liam and Melanie to see him.
It was better to leave my car. I can always come back for it.
Mason drove across the highway. I looked out, suddenly regretting being in the car with him.
“Why are you fighting me?” He asked, startling me. I turned to look at him. His eyes are focused on the road in front of him.
“Fighting you?”
“The contract, you know how important it is to me.”
“Drop me off,” I demanded.
His head flung towards me.
“I said drop me off.” “I am not doing that.” He turned sharply.
I know this route.
He soon pulled the car over in front of his penthouse. I Looked around, memory flooding into my head.
This place held so many beautiful memories of both of us, although those memories were now a nightmare.
Before Victoria accepted me as her daughter-in-law, Mason and I had stayed here together after our marriage. And each day was more beautiful than the other. Each night was more passionate than the other.
“Let's step down and head inside.” He suggested. I shook my head.
“No, I won't be doing that,” I stated firmly. “Whatever you have to say, say it here.”
He was silent, and I could feel his gaze on me. I turned to him
He was staring at me. Or, more specifically, at the stomach.
My eyes widened, and I wrapped my hand around myself, covering my stomach.
I could see his unasked questions. His grip around the steering softened, and he moved his hand away slowly.
“What did you want to say? You seemed eager to speak to me earlier?” I asked, diverting his attention.
His eyes returned to my face.
“I won't take much of your time. An hour is what I asked for inside the penthouse.” He said.
I bit on my lower lips.
This is not a good idea, but why not? I was after making him fall for me and I know exactly how to do that.
“Thirty minutes is all I have,” I said and stepped out of the car.
He moved around, coming to try to hold my hands, but I moved my hands away skillfully, avoiding his touch.
Buzz!
Is that a bee?
I tried to keep my cool by walking away, but I missed my step; his hand caught me, steadying me in place.
He was holding me and staring into my eyes. He began leaning forward, and I froze.
“Oh, there you are!” Julia's voice resounded at that moment, followed by a gasp.