《Hidden Riches》Chapter 41
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I had to see Chloe. Before Bunny and I take another step toward our marriage I had see her. I needed to know what she wanted and why she was so jealous. She and I had sex years ago. Why was she upset over something that happened such a long time ago?
I grabbed my keys off the wall and reached for the door. I should probably tell Bunny I was leaving, but I felt as if I was running out of time. I stepped over to the couch and kissed her cheek. She let out a slow breath. Good, she's still asleep.
After one more glance at her, I headed out the door to talk to the devil himself.
I drove down the long road in silence. I drove quickly with the windows rolled down. The trees around me whipped by along with the mountains. All I could see was the color green.
I came to stop at the light and thought about this. My palms began to sweat. Should I do this? What should I say? Will she even listen to me? As my thoughts carried on, a loud beep sounded behind me. The light had changed and I had missed it. I quickly started the car up again and continued down the road.
I drove into Chloe's neighborhood. Her neighborhood consisted of only mansions. Everyone around here were millionaires and stuck up bastards. I could never live in this place and carry that label. My family was rich, but I wouldn't want to live in a neighborhood surrounding by people who boasted about their wealth every day.
I came to stop at the gate of her house. The body guards were here today. They stood straight and tall, ready for someone to attack.
I stepped out of my car and came toward them. They stared at me as if I was holding a loaded gun. "Hello Logan. You do realize you are no longer allowed into his household, don't you?" Body guard Number One said.
"Yes," I sighed. "But, I would like to see Chloe. She absolutely adores me, right? Don't you think she would be angry with you for not letting me in?" I smirked.
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"I do not care if she's angry with me or not. Her safety is my only concern."
"Mario, who's out there?!" A loud, familiar voice yelled from the window. It was a woman. The woman was a tall blonde, with a long black fur around her neck and a diamond necklace. She was in a golden dress. She dressed as if she was money. That was Laura Gold. Chloe's mother.
"Logan? Logan Python? Is that you?" She said, her smile growing wide.
"Hello ma'am." I waved to her.
"Mario! How dare you stop this boy from entering our home?! Please, come in Logan!"
The body guards stepped to the side, displaying the entrance behind them. I walked inside the gate, not looking back. The front door swung open with Laura behind it. "Oh my goodness, thanks for coming to see us! We haven't seen you such a long time! Please come in right away!"
I stepped into the house behind her. My eyes went wide as I searched the house. We had entered their living room. It was almost medieval in a way. The dominant color in the room was a tan color. Huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling, along with big windows on the walls. Two elegant chairs were facing each other with a small table in between them. In the back was a big brown wood table with tall beautiful chairs. She and I sat in the chairs facing each other with the small table in between us.. "Would you like some tea?" Laura asked
"No thanks. I just came to talk to-"
"I see that your parents are living in this area for the time being. Have you seen them lately?"
"Yes, I have."
"Oh, I would love to meet them. Having tea with them would be a dream come true." She said lovingly, placing her hands on her cheeks. "Oh, how would I love to talk money with them. We almost had tea with them recently, but they cancelled for unexpected reasons. Oh Logan!" She quickly stood to her feet and took my hands in hers. "Logan, could you please get them to come see us?! Please, I will do anything to see your parents!"
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I took her hands from mine and looked into her eyes. "Mrs. Gold, you should discuss that with my parents on your own. Also, I didn't come here to talk money. I came to talk to your daughter."
"My daughter?" She raised her eyebrows. "Heather?"
"No, Chloe."
Her smile quickly disappeared. "Chloe is not here, she told me she was going to a party. You should hang out with me instead."
Damn it. "Thanks Mrs. Gold, but I only came to talk to Chloe. I should go."
"Mom!" I heard a loud yell behind one of the doors. The door quickly swung open. Behind it, was the horrific Gold sisters, Chloe and Heather. "I knew he was here." Heather said.
"What are you doing here, Logan?" Chloe said, her hands crossed over her chest. "I wasn't told you were coming."
"I came to see you." I said, standing up from the chair. "Can we talk?"
"Talk? What the hell do you want to talk to me about?"
"A lot. But, I'd like to do it alone."
She stared at me for a few seconds in confusion then stared at her mother and sister. "Leave." She sternly said. "He wants to be alone."
Laura glared at her. "I see." she said. Laura looked down at me, smiled, then left out the door. She must not had wanted to argue with Chloe. They do that often. Every time I came to visit, they argued.
Chloe turned to Heather, who hadn't left yet.
"I said leave!" Chloe yelled. Heather winced, then stormed out the room as well, slamming the door behind her. She didn't want to argue either.
Chloe sat down in the seat her mother had been sitting in before. She was in a beautiful white dress that looked as if it could have been made by angel feathers. She looked like a pure angel in that dress, but she was the exact opposite.
"So, what is it you want to talk to me about?" She said.
"How could you be so evil?" I snapped.
She winced and her eyes went wide. "What?!"
"Don't play dumb. Tell me why you sent Jason after Bunny and I."
She didn't say anything for a while. She stared at the carpet in silence. I couldn't read her face. Would she lie and say it wasn't her? Or would she be honest?
"I'm sorry." She quickly said.
What?
I turned to her and stared into her eyes. "What did you say, Chloe?"
"I said I'm sorry, Logan. I had a feeling you would find out soon, but I hoped it would've never happened. You have no idea how shitty I feel after what I've done. Jason was killed because of me. I have been reflecting on my decisions ever since that happened. As you already know, I've been trying to see you at the company building. I wanted to apologize to you, but you kicked me out before I could even open my mouth." She stood to her feet and came toward me. "That's why I'm so glad you came today so we could be face to face. Also, I want you to know that... I want you to be happy."
"Really Chloe? I'm sick of your tricks."
"This isn't a trick, Logan. Please go and be happy with Hannah. I will no longer hurt you. I want you to be happy and I can't be happy myself if I'm stuck on you. So please understand this, I am letting you go."
"Letting me go? We're not together, Chloe?"
"You know what I mean, Logan. Now, will you please go home? I have a date with my boyfriend tonight and I would like to continue getting ready."
Boyfriend?! She has a boyfriend?!
Before I could say anything else, Bodyguards Number One and Two took me by my arms, and pulled me out the door. The last thing I saw was the smile on Chloe's face.
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