Chapter 3 : Trouble

EMILIA POV

The morning of the next day came and somehow, I cannot explain why I am in shock when it has always been this way.

Maybe I was in shock because this date was supposed to be a special one for me—for us, hence the hurt that came alongside Tristan's absence at my apartment the day before.

It was the weekend, and not a day of work in New Orleans. The multi-million company I work for was on a long-term break that was not ending soon, either.

I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom in a bid to take a bath. All the time, whenever I wanted a bath: I forgot to take along with me the towel from the wardrobe, and with this, I walked back to the room to take my towel.

A bath was taken in haste, and I was standing in the room once again, with a towel wrapped around me.

A sigh especially my mouth as I thought about what I was going to do.

What sense did all of these make?

What if I didn't find him in any of these places?

What if it was me who ended up getting embarrassed? I thought again, taking off the towel that wrapped around me, and catching up with the wardrobe where an outfit was selected in seconds.

After a while, I was ready for my mission.

One—two, I wore perfumes before my wristwatch and then headed out of the room.

I was standing in the kitchen soon enough, thoughts about what to put in my mouth before leaving, a problem.

Was I hungry?

I touched my stomach for a moment, shaking my head and walking out.

My handbag which I brought from the room, was picked up from the table where I left it before heading to the main entrance of the large apartment.

However it was going to turn out, I didn't know. One thing I knew was, I must speak to Tristan before coming back to my apartment.

I was standing at the gate of the compound soon enough. I walked out and luckily for me, a cab was oncoming.

My hand flagged it down and in seconds, I hopped in the back seat.

“Where are we going, ma'am?” The man who held the wheel asked.

“Royals Club,” I said with a sly smile that appeared on my face.

The cab started, and we drove out of the Estate I live in.

Soon enough, our arrival at Royals Club was close, and my chest heaved a sigh from time to time.

How was I going to face him?

I wasn't happy with the latest development. How can I be happy with myself and the man I love? I thought while the cab stopped at the gate one of the many clubs in the city.

Without hesitation, I hopped down. My hands searched my purse for some notes and I threw them at the man who nodded with a smile that graced his countenance.

Now was my time.

I walked into the compound, a grimace on my countenance. My legs led me past the parking lot and soon enough, I was standing at the entrance of the club.

One of the men in uniform, standing at the spot, searched me and my bag in a hurry and after a while, I walked into the space.

It was a loud room, and my ears went weak at the sound of the music that blared in the space. Normally, I should not have weak ears but the mood I was in did not allow me to have fun.

Instead of looking around, I walked to a room where Tristan and I stayed whenever the club was visited.

After greeting a few people in uniforms, I walked past them and caught up with the door of the room Tristan and I spent time in whenever we came to the club.

The moment I walked in, there was no sign of him. I leaned on the wall, heaving a sigh as I called on the attention of the citizens who had fun in the space.

“Are you okay?” One of them asked.

Without saying a word to him, I held my bag and headed out of the space.

What could I possibly be doing here when Tristan was nowhere in or close to the bar?

Once again, I was in the main club and leading my way out of the space.

Anger pulled up on my countenance, and the urge to transform into a wolf was overwhelming. I was hurt, and annoyed and would do anything to anyone who dared me in the state that I was.

Where do I go from here?

I looked around me and there was no oncoming cab. I could not walk the distance that would take me to the main road due to how I felt, especially inside of me.

Maybe I should sit a while at the sit-out built outside the club.

Without any hesitation, I was seated on one of the chairs. It was a good thing that I was in the spot alone, with my thoughts to myself.

Now I could use my device.

I checked Tristan's message box and there was no message from him. His phone was switched off when I dialed and there was no call from him either.

I looked up at the sound of a car, driving into the large compound.

It looked like a car I recognized, but there was no need to rush whoever it was that was inside the car until I was certain it was the man I imagined it to be.

My gaze followed the car and soon enough, it was parked in the lot.

I watched keenly, observing the movement of the man who got down from the car. Then, I confirmed the thoughts in my head.

“Son of a bitch!” I picked up my phone and handbag, headed to the spot where Tristan was.

At this point, I knew how ready I was to show him how bad I felt.