Treat Me Just Like That [Part II]

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Chapter 84 I Love You

Caroline was sitting in her study, reading some documents when she decided to call her assistant. She picked up her cellphone and dialed Joseph’s phone number. As the call tried to get through, Caroline remembered it was Christmas and she should not bother her assistant. She was about to hang up when Joseph accepted the call.

“Joseph... Hello. I did not mean to bother you today,” Caroline spoke. “That is completely fine, Ms. King. Merry Christmas,” Joseph replied. “Merry Christmas, Joseph. I wish to not take much of your time, so I will get right to the point. How has the office been doing these past few days?”

“Everything is fine, Ms. King.”

“That’s good to hear. I also wanted to know if you had any news about Breanna Rees. I can’t get a hold of her.” Then there came silence on the other end of the line. Not a single word was spoken. The sound of the vast emptiness was heard through the phone for a while.

“Joseph? Hello? Are you there?” Joseph took a deep breath and spoke, “yes, Ms. King. I am here... Ms. King, I think it is best we talk about this when we see each other.”

“Young. Spit it out.” Joseph took another deep breath. “Ms. King, the reason why you have been unable to reach Ms. Rees is because she has passed away.” Right at that moment, Caroline’s world came to a stop. She stood in the middle of her study speechless. “Ms. King?” Joseph called three times.

Caroline’s leg’s collapsed and she kneeled on the floor. Her hand lost strength and her phone fell to the ground as her arm fell to her side. “Little Bambi,” she whispered. Tears began to run down her cheeks and fall to the floor.

She took a deep breath and looked around for her cellphone. She picked up her cellphone and spoke, “where is she? I want a report on everything that happened and why I wasn’t informed of this sooner. If I don’t have that report with me by the end of the day, you are fired.”

Caroline hung up the phone and looked out to the distance. Not focusing on any particular object. All her senses became numb. She could only feel her tears running down her cheeks. Eventually, she heard a knock on the door of her study. She waited until the knocking came to a stop to stand up from the floor. She walked to the door and opened it. Seeing how there was no one around, she walked out of the study.

Caroline got on the elevator and made her way to her closet on the second floor of the mansion. She locked herself inside the closet and searched for something to wear. Caroline took off her pajamas and dressed in a black designer dress along with some black designer high heels. She put on some dark designer sunglasses, disguising her swollen eyes.

She then made her way out of her mansion without getting seen by anyone. Her chauffeur fetched her black Lamborghini Urus and she got in the back seat. “Where are we going today, Ms. King?”

“A flower shop.” The chauffeur nodded and began to drive away. Caroline looked out the window and watched the gray sky as the tears continued to pour from her eyes. Caroline spent the rest of the car ride looking out the window.

“Ms. King, we’ve arrived.” Caroline brought herself back from her thoughts and opened the door. She walked out of the SUV and walked to Breanna’s grave in the cemetery Joseph told her Breanna was buried. She stood in front of the grave with Breanna’s name. She looked at the flowers in her hand and slowly placed them on the flower vase next to her grave, replacing the other dead flowers.

Breanna’s grave was made out of a black marble material. The gravestone rested at the top of the grave. The dirt was kept in place by the black marble material that stood above the surface. The dirt was also covered by small black quartz rocks.

Caroline placed the flowers on top of the grave. She sat on the side of the grave, on top of the black marble surface. Her tears continued to pour as she gently pressed her fingertips against the letters of Breanna’s name. “Little Bambi,” she spoke as her words trembled, “how did this happen? How could I let this happen? Little Bambi...”

Caroline took off her dark sunglasses, uncovering her red eyes from all the crying. “Little Bambi...” Caroline continued to cry as she pressed her fingers on the numbers engraved on the gravestone. She looked at the grave and then looked back down as she continued to cry. “Little Bambi... How could you leave me? You were like my daughter. Little Bambi... How could you leave me like this?”

The bystanders visiting their loved ones all looked at the woman crying on the side of the grave. Caroline focused on the name on the gravestone and uttered, “why couldn’t I protect you? This shouldn’t have happened. I should have been able to protect you.”

Caroline continued to look at the letters written on the stone in front of her. She closed her eyes as the tears continued to escape her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes as she took a deep breath.

Caroline continued to press her fingertips against the letters. She could not help but think this was karma for all the wrong she has done throughout her life. She remembered all those times she had either hurt someone, killed someone, or sent someone to hurt or kill someone. “I’m not a murderer,” she murmured to herself, “I did what had to be done. And if this is what I have to pay for doing all of those things... I am so sorry, Breanna. This should have never happened. You shouldn’t have ended up like this.”

Caroline’s tears had dried, but at that moment, they began to pour from her eyes again. She closed her eyes and imagined Breanna’s beautiful smile. She remembered the moments they spent together in the penthouse. She remembered how grateful Breanna was when Caroline told her she would help her lead a better life.

When Caroline opened her eyes again, she looked around the cemetery. She looked up at the upset sky. Knowing that it might start raining soon, Caroline looked back at the grave and called out once more, “little Bambi...”

Caroline saw other families begin to leave when some water droplets began to fall from the sky, but she preferred to stay. She did not care if she were to get drenched from the rain. All she wanted was to stay longer with her little Bambi.

She looked up at the sky once more and felt a water droplet fall on her cheek, blending in with her tears. She closed her eyes, ready to feel the water begin to pour. After a few seconds, Caroline opened her eyes after smelling the strong and familiar scent. She looked at the black umbrella above her along with an acquaintance she never imagined she would find there.

Caroline looked back down and then she stood in front of the tall blond man. “Harry,” she spoke. She put on her dark sunglasses to disguise her swollen eyes and to not make him worry about how much she had been crying.

“You don’t need to hide your eyes, Caroline.” Caroline slowly took off her dark sunglasses. Harry stepped closer to her and gently pressed his hand against her cheek. He slowly wiped away the tear streaming down her cheek and said, “I am sorry for your loss.”

Caroline placed her hand over his and spoke, “what brings you here?” She softly voiced. “I was visiting someone,” he responded. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Harry looked at Breanna’s grave and added, “we all lose someone we care about. Through the years, you will still miss them, but their absence will not hurt as much.” Caroline glanced at the grave and said, “I guess you are right.”

Harry looked around at the rain pouring around the cemetery and spoke, “we should leave before the rain worsens.”

“Can’t I stay a little longer?” Harry shook his head. “With this weather, it’s better if you come visit tomorrow.” Caroline reluctantly said goodbye to Breanna before leaving with Harry. As they walked through the path of stones, Caroline occasionally looked back at the grave.

Harry led her to his car. Caroline got in the back seat of the car and then Harry got in the car through the other side. Then, Harry’s chauffeur began to drive where Harry told him to. Harry looked at the woman sitting beside him lost in thought as she looked out the window.

He gently gripped her hand, making her look at him. “You’re not alone, Caroline. I am here if you ever need anything.” Caroline gave him a semi-smile and answered, “thank you.” She locked her hand in with his and sat closer to him. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes again as a tear began to escape her watery eyes.

Back at the mansion, Persephone was looking around the mansion for Caroline, but she was nowhere to be found. Persephone made her way back inside Charles’ bedroom. She found him resting on the bed and decided to go up to him. She walked to the bed and got on the bed.

Persephone sat next to Charles and watched him rest. Charles opened his eyes and looked at the woman sitting next to him. He sat up and pressed a peck on her lips. “You should go back to sleep,” she spoke. He shook his head.

After a pause he finally spoke, “do you think we should make our relationship official and tell everyone?”

“Like Mark and Taekyung?” Charles nodded. “Don’t you think it’s too soon? Caroline has told me countless times you are some playboy that only plays with women’s feelings and then leaves.”

“That was before I met you.” Persephone rolled her eyes. “How many times have I not heard that one? What are you going to say next? That I am the woman of your dreams? Your first love? That you want to get married have kids and grow old together? Charles, this is not some sort of novel, this is real life.”

Charles let out a sigh. He gently cupped her head with his hands. “Blondie, I love you.” Persephone was taken aback by his words. “Ever since I met you four years ago, I could never bring myself to forget you.”

“Four years ago?”

“I’m guessing you don’t remember, but we were once together four years ago. You must have been extremely wasted that day. You kept insisting that we go up to my room. Of course, I had to say no. But even if for the first time in my life I decided to be a gentleman and told you “no”, you kept insisting. I took you up to my room to let you sober up, but you threw yourself on me.”

As Persephone heard the story Charles was telling her, she began to picture and remember what happened four years ago. She opened her mouth in disbelieve. “No. It can’t be. That was you?” She stood up from the bed and walked away. “I have to do something.”

Persephone walked out of the bedroom as Charles followed behind her. Persephone went down the stairs and walked out of the mansion. She waited for the chauffeur to get her white Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Persephone got in the SUV, completely ignoring the man calling her name.

Caroline and Harry were sitting at a bar, ordering some drinks when Caroline spoke, “thank you for bringing me here.”

“Caroline, I don’t think you should be drinking right now.” Caroline was about to give him a piece of her mind when the waiter walked up to them and placed their drinks on the table. “That is why you are here with me, Harry. You are here to drink with me.”

“Caroline, you should be at home. With your family. Not at a bar with me.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” Harry let out a sigh. “I couldn’t see you sad any longer. I thought this would make you feel better, but it doesn’t. Caroline, I have been through this. Drinking doesn’t solve anything.”

Caroline took a sip of her drink and looked at him. “Who were you visiting? If you don’t mind me asking.” Harry took a sip of his drink and looked at the woman sitting in front of him. “My ex-wife.”

“You were married?” Harry nodded. “We were high school sweethearts. At eighteen we got married. We were both young and stupid. We decided to visit Miami for the holidays. She was an amazing sailor. On Christmas day she decided to sail by herself. I tried to stop her. There was terrible weather, even for her.”

Harry took another sip of his drink and continued, “Next thing I saw was her boat sinking. There was a search party that went on for two weeks. When they finally found her, she was dead. After that, I moved back to London. I buried myself in work and alcohol, trying not to think about her passing... I come to visit her every year. Once a year. On the day of our anniversary and the day she passed away.” Caroline laid her hand on top of his and spoke, “I’m sorry.”

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