Chapter 13

Wheeew! That was close. Too close might I add. My drive home gave me the time that I desperately needed to think about everything. Let's start simple. Marcus was the love of my life ,some years back until we broke up over some unknown reason, known and understood only by him.

I had no idea what was going on then and the same applies to this situation. He came home early to spend time with me ,but he ended up breaking us up and throwing me out of his house. He did seem jovial when he came home but when I went to ask him what he wanted to eat for dinner that day, he was not as excited as before.

Something must have changed the few minutes he spent in his office. He mentioned in the baby shower that I stole from him. I don't know where he got that absurd idea from as I had no idea what he was talking about. I was completely in the dark.

He told me about the investigation in his hotels once back when we went out for the first time. He didn't go into major details but he said he was investigating some stolen money. More so the investigation had been going on before he even met me.

My major concern was how I ended up being the thief? How did I get mixed up in all of this? I knew absolutely nothing about his businesses nor him, that was, until I met him and spent some time with him. Sometimes I wonder if I have a doppelgänger somewhere because of the things that I end up being mixed in.

How is there evidence? How is there evidence of a crime I did not commit? Was someone trying to set me up? How else was I responsible for this? He was the one who searched for a way to find me ,not me. He made the first step to meet me and take me out for dinner, not me. So how was I the problem?

Did he feel targeted? I swear I have never met him before that night in my life. However if someone wanted to pin this on me ,they would show evidence that I targeted him. But there was no such evidence. I remember thinking how hot and good looking he was. I didn't think that would be the cause of my downfall. Stupid eyes, now I was in trouble because of you.

What was I supposed to do? This evidence he had against me sounded real. He was convinced that I was the perpetrator. How do I prove that I was not? Jesus! what did I get myself into with this guy.

Was that the evidence he got the day he kicked me out? It would explain the events that took place that day. He was so happy and calm then the next minute he became angry and calm. Did I trust the investigators he used? No, definitely not. Like any other human being, they can be bought.

Who would do this to me? I didn't have any enemies, not that I know of. I am the nicest person in the world. I have been kind to everyone I have met, even when they didn't deserve it. Who despised me this much to go to this lengths?

I haven't met anyone who hasn't liked me. Wait, except for his brother and sister. Those two had a problem with me from the start. A problem that I was not aware off. For lily I think she felt like she had to show where her loyalties lie. She was loyal to Katelyn and that couldn't have changed ,no matter what I did.

I get the loyalty bit though. If someone started dating John and he introduced her to me I would probably act the same, not as rudely as her but maybe in a more polite manner. No matter what happened, I still don't believe that lily hated me. She didn't like the idea of her brother being with me but that doesn't mean she hated me.

However the same case does not apply to Jake. Jake was a totally different story all together. I don't know where Jake's loyalties lie but certainly not with his brother. He despised his big brother. He felt betrayed by his brother ,when he hit on Katelyn and later made her his girlfriend.

I don't know why he hates his brother but his anger was directed to the wrong person. He should be angry at Katelyn. He should hate her even for the part she played, but the heart wants what it wants. Since he can't be angry at Katelyn ,he went to the next best thing, Marcus. Which is totally unfair by the way. I was not defending Marcus or anything but I call bull where I see it.

We have established that Jake hates Marcus but how does that affect me? Did he hate me too? Based on my interaction with him, he actually wanted to help me. He felt sorry for me. He tried to show me that sticking with Marcus was a bad choice. Did I listen? Hell no! Did I end up being hurt? Hell yes!

That was what I get for not listening to good advice. Maybe not from the best person but it was still good advice. Back to Jake, could he steal from his brother? I believe so. Anyone can be a thief when given the opportunity even a family member. But why would he set me up to take the fall.

Perhaps he thought that Marcus loved me too much to punish me. Well that failed terribly ,though not entirely. Marcus didn't take me to the police or demand that I pay him back, maybe that was what he was hoping for.

However why pretend to be my friend only to screw me over later? To try and earn my trust? No, I don't think so. He knew I would never trust him. Who would I? He never gave me a reason to trust him. And if he was the thief how did he use my information to make me take the fall?

No one knew my ID number, except for Marcus when we were getting my passport processed. I was sure that he doesn't even remember it. What if Jake was not the thief? That was a big possibility. He might hate his brother but I don't think he would go as far as this to hurt him.

Which begs the question, who was the thief? How did he or she come by my personal information? How did he or she get it?

This seems more of an inside job. No one from outside could come in and pull this off. Literally no one. That means someone in Marcus's circle was the thief. It must be someone he trusts, someone he would never suspect. That makes everyone who works for him or with him a suspect. Everyone was a suspect.

Where did they take the money? Was there no money trail we could follow? In most of the investigative movies and series I have spent a lifetime watching they always say follow the money. Why can't Marcus and his people do that? Why was he convinced it was me?

I had to see the evidence for myself. That meant I had to arrange a meeting with him. I don't know how I feel about him now but I was not happy.

I was genuinely astonished at how fast I fell for that dick. Is the dick that good? Yes ,it is. But was it worth all the drama that comes with it? Nop. I didn't need any more drama in my life. Marcus was trouble. And trouble followed him wherever he went.

Just look at a prime example of what happens when you date him. I was now accused of stealing millions yet I don't have a single million in my account. If he asked me to pay him every single cent, I don't know what I would do. Except possibly robbing a bank.

I must give praise where praise is due, making me take the fall was a smart idea. Let's leave all the money talk aside and talk about something else equally important.

Can I be someone's mistress? I heard him when he said he wanted me as his mistress. I didn't want to be involved with a married man, I was raised better than that but my life and future was at stake here.

He threatened to take me to court for something I didn't do. I know the court will rule in favor of him and I will be asked to pay him back or serve a jail sentence. I couldn't possibly survive in jail. I am too small to defend myself ,people would turn me to a chew toy.

The only other choice is to accept his deal. I knew he didn't offer this deal from the bottom of his dark heart. He still desired me. Like every dominant man, he wanted to make sure I belonged to him alone. This was the only way he had to get me back, after he got a girl pregnant and proposed to her.

Before I could make any decisions I needed to see the evidence staked against me. As soon as I see that, I will know what to do next.

If I agreed to this, he needed to know it was not something I want. Even if I had an orgasm barely 2 hours ago. He forced me into this and I would make sure he knows it every single day.

*I want to see the evidence you have. Tomorrow 4pm at hotel Lovana

Zawadi.*