EPISODE 44

Ace's POV:

After Mike picked me up, I told him to take me straight home.

She threatened me. No one threatens me, ever.

Not even the so-called Chelsey. Now that Catherine's name has been mentioned in my presence after so long makes my dick hard.

I need to see her. I badly needed to see her. I want to have that heart shaped mouth wrapped around my cock and my cock running down the corner of her lips when I'm done with her.

I hate her so fucking much that I want to destroy her.

I need her as of this moment. I need her so fucking badly like the air that I breath.

I hate her so fucking much for having this much hold on me even when I hate her so much.

I'll destroy her for any other man. When I'm done with her, she will only have my name in her mouth.

I don't care if she really lost her memory.

I'll make a cruel one and engrave it in her heart so she never forgets.

Catherine's POV:

Do you know how it feels when you're looking for help so desperately and the person that showed up is someone you least expected? That was how I felt when this woman who was all dripped up in Balmain stood in front of me.

I was speechless and couldn't think of a word to form.

What should I say?

'Hey Mama, I didn't know you was alive'

Or 'Hey Mama, long time no see'

What was I supposed to say when I didn't feel like saying anything?

I just stood there and watched her in total confusion.

"You are my Mother?" I inquired when I finally got my voice back which was about five minutes later.

I couldn't see her face clearly in the dark. I had absolutely no idea of what she looked like. I have no idea if she is some crazy bitch telling people that they are her child.

"You really did lose your memory." She mumbled and took my hand in hers. " We have to talk. But not here."

What should I do? Should I follow a woman that I know nothing about into her car? What if she's some deranged kidnapper.

The road was lonely, as if it was hired out just for us.

Only the dim street lights shine on us.

I shook my head and stepped back from her.

"I don't know who you are,I just can't follow you just because you said you are my mother." I told her, my eyes zeroing on her as I said so.

She smiled and nodded her head in understanding.

"What if I try convincing you, will you come along with me?" She questioned, a pained smile gracing her lips.

I shrugged and nodded my head. "Try me."

"You received a note on your prom night, you also received a message this morning." She said and my eyes widened.

Was she the one watching me?

"You have been watching me." I deadpanned. She nodded in response without trying to lie.

"I was watching you." She responded.

"But why? Why were you watching me? How did you know that uncle Alex will tell me to sign those documents? How did you get my number?" I questioned them all at once. I wasn't even trying to mask my confusion and anger.

I was pissed off.

"Because I knew who he was and you obviously didn't, until today." She said and stepped closer to me. "Your father died because of him."

"What?" I asked, my eyes bulging out of their socket.

"Come inside the car, Catherine. We have a lot to discuss." She told me.

I couldn't help it. She got me with the mention of my father. I had to know everything that happened, who knows, it might be a completely different story from what uncle Alex told me. He might have lied with that one too.

"Okay."

Her driver opened the car door and she got in first.

"Let Dan keep the bag inside the trunk." She said and I nodded my head. I got inside the car and the driver; Dan closed the door and took my bag along with him.

Not long later the car started moving.

"Where are we going?" I inquired calmly, my eyes staring into hers.

I can see her now, clearly.

She has black hair and her eyes are blue like the ocean.

"My house, where we can talk better." She responded.

There is absolutely nothing that proves that this woman is my mother.

I look absolutely nothing like her and she looks nothing like me.

How is that even possible?

******

The car stopped and the woman and I got out of the car.

I looked up at the house and my mouth dropped open.

A big mansion was staring right at me.

It looks so damn luxurious.

Who is this woman?

Who the fuck is she?

"Come let's go inside." She invited me. I followed her closely, my eyes still wandering around the house in bewilderment.

When we got inside the living room, I stopped and glanced around.

If I thought the exterior was luxurious then the interior is a bigger world.

A very big plasma television hung on the wall, a huge chandelier dangling from the ceiling and the couch looked like it was made with gold.

"Have a seat, Catherine. Don't just stare, this place is hundred percent yours."

Mine? How can this place be mine? It's not possible.

I don't think my father is that rich to afford something like this.

I sat down on the couch facing opposite her and placed my hands on my knees.

A middle aged woman walked in.

"Good evening Mrs." She greeted.

Mrs? Why not just address her by her last name?

"Margaret, please get Catherine and I a glass of juice." She told Margaret.

"Right away ma'am."

Margaret walked away from the living room and came back with two glasses of orange juice on a platter and handed one glass to me.

After Margaret served us,she left like a breeze once again.

"Your father and I were the happiest couple when we had you. We loved you with everything we had, you were our treasure." She said and sipped on her juice. "You were so beautiful, so sweet. We watch you grow slowly and slowly with your best friend turned boyfriend; Ace Hampton."

What!

Did she just say what I think she said?

Ace was my boyfriend?

How?

"Ace was my boyfriend?" I asked her.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"You were both so in love with each other. So pure. We were neighbor back in London." She replied.

What happened?

What fucking happened then?

"What happened later? How did I end up here and why is Ace now in New York?"

"Your father was bringing you to New York so you can stay with Alexander. Unfortunately your father didn't survive and you also slipped into a coma. I don't know what later happened with Ace because I was in the hospital bed for many years too." She responded.

Wow.

My family story is definitely tragic.

Now I believe that she is my mother.

"Who caused my father's death?" I questioned. The question that has been burning on my mind for so long.