THIRTY -SEVEN.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN - Luther.


For the past seven months, I have decided to bury myself in work, finding Reese has become the hardest task in the whole wide world. Not that I have given up tho, but I have refused to let it weaken me. I have concluded that she, Reese Quinn, didn't want to be found. It was a basic fact, so simple yet difficult for me to swallow.

Today, I was supposed to meet Tommy, my investigator. Ever since petra stormed into my apartment, I asked him to keep a trail on her. I needed to know what she is up to, remember when one eats with the devil, he has to use a bigger spoon.

I met Tommy at our usual spot, a spot I think we should change soon enough. I was a businessman. It would cost me my reputation if the paparazzi ever figured out I visited a brothel.

“So what's this juicy news you had for me that couldn't wait till morning Tommy, it better be worth it.” I sighed.

It was past eleven pm for lord's sake and it's now Tommy said it fit for this news in a brothel in case I want to fuck my anger out. I folded my hands as women in all kinds of skimpy dresses walked around us

“You know, these ladies are all shaking their booty for you right,” he cracked up.

“Could you please just cut the chase, you know I don't get off my bed at eleven pm to come to watch booties in a ten dollar brothel.” I grimaced, which added to his amusement as he threw his head back and laughed so hard?

“So, Petra has been having this round trip to Chicago for like three months now, and she has been booking flights in another name. So I decided to track her. I bumped into her and attracted a tracker and a recorder to her favorite Armani wrist watches, but you Luther will not believe what I heard or seen,” he paused then grinned like a cat who has been offered a bowl of cold milk.

“Could you please just say everything in one breath and besides they decided to whore around Chicago I don't care, it's her business,” I added solemnly

“You don't like suspense, do you? Manhattan's youngest billionaire bachelor doesn't like suspense.” he laughed out loud, making the ladies who walked beside our table giggle seductively.

“I think I'm done here, thank you for wasting my time, Tommy.” I stood up to leave but I was halted by his next words

“Reese Quinn was basically from Chicago Illinois right, how do you become so successful if you don't know how to connect dots.” he shot.

I sat down grimly, glaring at him “Speak,” I ordered.

“Petra's recorder recorded just a few sentences, which said "tell him and I'm going to deal with you" and the huge scandal, the question is why is she in Reese 's hometown? Who was 'him' and lastly who was she threatening?” he smirked.

I hated the smug look on his face, my whole body was already drenched in sweat, it couldn't be. It wasn't happening. I don't want to keep my hopes so high but I have always trusted Tommy's trusted ligation. Althouse while Petra knows where Reese was, what was Reese doing in Chicago? Chicago was the last city I would ever think Reese would run to scare her, it brings back memories she wants to hide and bury forever. What was it that I was not supposed to know? There were millions of questions that only Petra and Reese have answers to.

“Should I continue or are you going to keep looking pale like someone who has seen a ghost?” He teased me.

I ignored his remark as I threw my next question at him. “Did you track down the location she went to? And why was that statement the only thing I'm your recorder could catch?” I implored.

“Well, forgive me for using a target recorder,” he sounded apologetic. “I actually thought she was whoring around, didn't want to be hear her moans you know, but who knew it could be a new so juicy, and I got the locations and a few men at it, this comes the most interesting part. . .” he trailed off, grinny, looking like his dentist did him well this time. His teeth were bright and good looking and well flossed but it was my least concern at the moment. “Reese has been living there for two months now, a well cosy apartment in downtown Chicago, she works as an assistant in Quinn's company and your pretty little woman is heavenly pregnant,” he dropped the bomb. My face moved from being confused to shocked, I sat frozen afraid if I moved, I would wake up from this dream.

Reese , heavenly pregnant? She rejected my money. How did she get a cozy apartment? How did she manage to be here? My mind is juggled up, I was thinking everything my brain can handle in minutes, could she have slept with older men like Petra too, or no, you didn't want to think about what follows. Reese , pregnant, Chicago it made no tangible sense. Wasn't she scared of what her parents might say? Who fathered her baby? How and why did Petra find her before me?

“The look on your face is comical man,” Tommy laughed. I sat silently as I watched him laugh. He was clearly enjoying himself. Too much. “You know what Luther, I can't answer your questions but I can only help you by giving you Reese location but tomorrow is Monday maybe I should wait till weekends,” he grinned again.

“Fuck Monday! Tommy gave me the location now.”

He laughed.



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The next day I landed in Chicago at seven-ten am. I canceled all the meetings I had. I located the apartment easily. I was nervous, I cursed out loud maybe Tommy had mistaken but still I pressed the doorbell. It's seven am for Christ's sake. She must be sleeping, I thought, but then heavy footsteps could be heard from inside coming closer to the door.

“I swear to God, Petra the next time I see you here I'm going to.” I mumbled to myself.

And then the door flew open, and her eyes grew wide, matching mine.

Standing before me was the petite woman behind my sleepless night Reese Quinn, heavily pregnant in maternity nightwear with a puffy face.

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