SORRY

Chapter 14. Making My Life Hell

Hunter POV

Four years later.

“Why didn’t anyone bother to tell me about the incident?” I hissed at the head of my legal team.

With my free hand, I clutched a copy of the morning paper where at news report about a branch of Hunter Hotels was published.

It wouldn’t have been crucial if the report was good, but it was the opposite. And it irritated the h*ll out of me.

“Sir, we already apologized to the customer. We also upgraded his room and provided freebies. We did not know he would go to the press to make a complaint.”

“Have you secured a non–disclosure on this?”

There was silence on the other line, telling me he didn’t.

“Mr. Langley, you have to understand that we cannot take anyone’s word at face value. We always have to put it in print.”

“It was just a mix–up, sir. It happens all the time.”

“So, you mean to tell me all these years you did not impose countermeasures to prevent occurrences such as this? Even if it happens every day, we can’t leave anything to chance. We always have to be careful and strict with our employees. Hunter Hotels has always prided itself on its quality service. We have to live up to the name.” I could hear the growing frustration in my voice and took deep, calming breaths.

I don’t want to lose my cool, but sometimes it is too hard not to.

“Yes, sir.” Mr. Langley replied meekly from the other end.

I sighed and dropped the call.

Mr. Langley had been in my employ for years, but every d*mn time I had a run–in with him, I felt my body recoil in repressed tension.

It feels like all I need is one push. I am so close to exploding!

I don’t know if it had anything to do with what happened four years ago. Mr. Langley was the one who processed my divorce for me.

Itasked him with the dirty job because I could not do it myself.

An image of my ex–wife played into my reverie, and I shook my head to dispel any thoughts of her.

I didn’t want her intruding into my thoughts because she was the very person I hated the most. I trusted her, and she betrayed me.

But it was hard because every moment, I woke to the nightmare she created.

“Sir, we are here.” The driver called my attention.

I looked outside the car’s window to notice that we had stopped at the entrance to the Redwood City International Airport.

“Wait for my call,” I instructed the driver before leaving.

I walked and entered the main lobby and from there, proceeded to the waiting area. I could feel eyes following my movement but shrugged it off.

I was used to it since our family has dominated the hotelier

Industry for years. People would be bound to recognize me

Flashed at the large monitor hanging by the calling for flight schedules and saw that Britney’s plane had landed

She had been calling me earlier, but I could not cut my conversation with Langley to entertain her call. I just sent her a message to tell her my location and ant on one of the chairs

At first, I was busy checking my phone for other messages, But I noticed a kid sitting on the floor nder my feet.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He looked quilty when he turned his face up, and our eyes locked,

My heart started to pound hard in my chest as I stared at the boy who looked straight back at me challengingly.

But what struck me the most was his eyes,

He had black eyes the color of onyx, and they reminded me so much of someone I know.

Hooked away, and it was then that I noticed his little hands. working on my shoelaces,

The little boy noticed where I was looking. His hands let go of my shoelaces, got up hurriedly, dusted the bottom of his pants, and scampered off, leaving me looking after him in confusion.

Then, as if he knew I was following his progress with my eyes, the boy, about four or five years old, looked back and stuck his tongue

out at me.

That did it.

+25 BONUS

I decided to follow the boy. I uncoiled my legs from the floor, and that’s when I knew what the guilty look was all about.

The rascal tied the laces of my sneakers!

I bent to untie it and chuckled to myself.

“Kids nowadays,” I said, shaking my head, not the least bit annoyed.

After untying the shoelaces, I looked in the direction where I last saw the boy and felt a sense of loss.

It does not happen much, but sometimes, I rue the years gone by. I am getting older, and I longed to start a family.

I wanted to have what my parents had.

But it was taken away from me.

And I can never forgive the person who was responsible for the death of my parents and ruining my chance of a happy marriage.

I can never forgive Briana Johnson for making my life hell.