Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
A Return To Love's Madness
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
When Love Comes Late
You would think I had the perfect life. I sit here listening to the Chief of Police talk about how he thinks I have some sort of intel on the recent high grade robberies that had been ongoing for the past two years. He looks nervous, sweat forming clear beads on his forehead. He is afraid of me and he has every right to be. I had been humiliated by my ex wife, in revenge I had brought her entire family's enterprise toppling to the ground. This had given me some sort of fear and respect with the big sharks in the corporate industry. The Chief of Police was finally done speaking.
"So uhm, Mr…", I stared at his badge long enough for him to feel uncomfortable.
"Mr Crawford, I have no idea where your criminals might be neither do I know where to find them if I wanted to help you out with this. I have important buisness to get to, Is there any other reason why you're here?"
His double chin wobbled while I watched him decide on what next to say. If he wanted to get information from me, he could do better than just waltzing into my office and asking me to tell him what I knew about some robbery gang. That would take a great deal of hypnosis.
"No sir. Thank you for your time", he tippedr his hat towards me, walked towards the door then stopped. He looked in my direction.
"Have you been in communication with Ms. Perot lately?", he asked.
"No, I haven't, officer. The secretary will see you out."
The mention of her name brought a nostalgic flow of emotions. It felt like my life had different sections and my time with Raya Perot was one of those sections. It had come in a flurry of events and had gone just the same, but with a more dramatic flair. She would say I was her first love. That was the story she always went for when we were around friends. They were not really friends, they just shared the same spot on the status quo as Raya. The rich hang with the rich. It was only fair. A poor boy from Arizona like me could only do so much to fit in. There was me on a scholarship in Yale, trying to keep my CGPA at an impressive point and simultaneously trying to not worry too much over how I would pay the bills the scholarship couldn't cover. And there was Raya Perot, studying Film and media studies just because it sounded fun and Mrs. Perot, her mother, had a couple of friends she had brunch with on Fridays, who were also big names in Hollywood. So, Raya played around with the idea that she could one day become a Nepo baby Hollywood star. W had termed it Nepo-wood star. Raya was free like a bird and I envied that. I had forgotten how to just breathe and I did not even know it. I walked around with this noose on my neck and the feeling that my every move was being watched. One day, my luck would chase me out of this ivy league school where I knew I had no place in.
She had spotted me first. She walked up to me, in her Chanel outfit and very overpowering perfume. It was hard to forget these things, she looked like a walking, breathing billboard that said, "beware! Daddy's trust fund baby coming through".
"Hi, my name is Raya Perot. You look… hot. I just have to say", she had blurted.