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Catherine's POV:

I stood there for a little while. Scared to call him. Scared to go inside because I didn't know how he might react.

I brought out my phone from my pants pocket and dialed his number. It rang twice but he didn't pick up. I called again but he wasn't answering so I opt for a different option. I texted him a message.

Ace, I know that you're angry

With me at this moment but we

Can sort it out, come

Downstairs, I'm here.

CATHERINE xx.

I send the text message and waited for a while then dialed his number again. I got the same response as the first one, my calls were sent straight to his voicemail.

I wanted to give up.

I was tired to trying and didn't want to push him too hard. I was mad at myself for being the cause of his anger.

After standing there for a while and he didn't show up, I finally lost the little hope that I had.

I turned back towards my car and climbed inside.

I facepalm myself and released a deep breath.

I was exhausted and needed to sleep. It was a lost cause trying to get him to talk to me.

We were over. Forever.

****

The loud ringing tone of my phone woke me up from bed, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand drawer and checked the caller.

Mom.

"Good morning, Mom." I greeted and she laughed.

"It is literally 2:00 p.m over here sweetheart." She said and I groaned loudly before getting out of the bed. I walked inside the bathroom and pee before walking towards the mirror. My eyes were full from all the crying I did last night. My golden hair were wild. I looked like madwoman.

"Time difference, Mom." I didn't know how I got back home last night.

I got drunk, got myself totally fucked up.

Mom was silent for a while before she speak up. "Are you okay, sweetheart. You don't sound alright."

I wanted to shout at her. To throw something. To throw a punch but I couldn't. I was so weak to do shit.

"Is the private jet here in New York City?" I questioned, slickly changing the subject.

I knew that she knew that I wasn't find but I wasn't going to admit it neither would I have lied to her.

It was the best option for me.

"Get ready, you and Margaret should be ready as soon as possible. The driver will drive you to the airport after receiving my call. I'll see you in London soon."

"You too, Mom."

I refused to think of the heartache, the event of last night and rather concentrate on getting ready.

I spend most of the time packing my stuffs inside my bag.

After packing my bag, I walked back inside the bathroom.

I took my bath, wash my hair and dry it then did my make-up. I settled for a ripped jeans and a white tank top, my Fendi handbag in my hand as I stroll downstairs.

My phone started ringing and I brought it out if my bag.

I was surprised when I saw the name on the contact.

Anitra?

Why on hell will he be calling me?

"Hello?"

"Catherine, come outside. I'm at your house." He said and hang up on me almost immediately.

What the fuck?

I rushed out of the living room and walked out of the house only to see Anitra resting his back on his car.

"Anitra?" I called and he raised his eyes up to meet mine.

He flashed his killer smile at me and winked.

"It was true. So you are leaving for London?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"what are you doing here? How did you find me here?" I questioned him. I was surprised. I had a lot of questions to ask but I was in a hurry to leave so I just asked the one that I was more curious about.

He pushed himself away from his car and walk towards me he brought up his hand to my face and pushed away the strand of my hair behind my ear and smiled.

"I have my ways I just wanted to say goodbye before you leave and of course I apologize for the other time it was insensitive of me to see what I said and I'm sorry I truly apologize."

What the f***..... what the f*** is going on? Anitra f****** Steele just apologized to me. I never imagined this to happen, like ever. This is a big surprise to me.

"Wow I seriously don't know what to say." I mumbled. He nodded his head and stepped back from me.

"So when are you planning to come back or are you moving back to the UK for good?"

"London is my home, America is just a place that accommodated me temporarily so yeah I'm going back to my root." I whispered softly.

"What about Ace? have you talked to him? does he know that you're leaving?" He inquired, his eyebrows raised at me and his eyes following Margaret's movements as she brought out our suitcases.

"Yes, he knows. We broke up."

"You mean you broke up with him."

"You know what? it was great having you here before I leave but I'm not in the mood for anybody to judge me for my decisions so I'll pass." I said sharply and started walking towards the car.

"Are we still friends? I wouldn't want the issue that we had to break the relationship between the two of us so I want to know if we are still cool. You know, maybe if I come to the UK we can hang out and stuff like that."

I grinned widely and walked towards him then wrap my arms around his torso. It is crazy how this life works, I can't believe that Anitra of all people would be the one seeing me off but I'm grateful to have someone here with me.

"Of course silly you can hit me up anytime you are in London I'll be glad to see you." I whispered.

My driver loaded the suitcase at the trunk and we left for the airport.

Anitra stubbornly refused to leave and insisted on seeing me off at the airport but really I was grateful for that. I was really really grateful I don't know how.

I wanted to call Talia and tell her that I'm about to leave but I just changed my mind I might break down if I see her and I wouldn't want that.

I stood before Anitra at the tarmac.

I was about to but the jet but I was waiting to say goodbye.

Anitra held my face with both of his hands and kissed my forehead.

"I'll see you soon."

I stood there in shock. Especially when I look up and found Ace standing there just 10 feet away from me and his face was hot with anger What have I done?