Chapter 5 Unknown Place

• Chapter five
• ~“Every heart belongs to another..”~
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• Rickard flipped his body and went next to her in seconds. He immediately checked her pulse; it was a bit high but otherwise, normal.
• He lifted her off the pavement and slid her in the passenger seat of his car. Richard checked her pocket for an ID for an address but found only a car keys to a Mercedes, couple of twenties and a dead iPhone. Rickard looked at her and sneered.
• “Must be some drunken dumb model.” He thought, disgusted. After Hannah, models were forever taunted in His mind. Everything about this woman screamed money, right from her black and white pinstriped shirt dress to the denim jacket down to her expensive Gucci watch and her lingering smell.
• She was nearly five five inches, with her wavy auburn hair but Rickard just couldn’t toss her on the street. He buckled her in and drove her to Micheal’s place.
• When he pulled into their long circular driveway, both Michael and Rose were sitting on the front lawn.
• Micheal got up and walked up to his car as Rickard climbed out.
• “And you are sober—“ Michael immediately closed his mouth when he saw Rickard carrying out a woman from the passengers seat.
• “Isn’t it a bit too early to go around picking up women?” Micheal asked as he looked at the woman in Rickard’s hands. Rose waddled up next to both of the men.
• “Rickard, seriously?” She asked.
• Rickard sighed and walked towards the house with the both of them still following and throwing questions at him.
• He went to the guest room and gently put her on his bed. He had to admit that she was a beauty.
• “But aren’t all models?” A voice in his head sneered but Rickard grimaced.
• He closed the room door behind him and almost collided with Micheal.
• “Start talking dude,”
• They went to the dinning room where Rose heated up dinner for him.
• Rickard told them the entire story.
• “She knocked you out?” Micheal asked as he couldn’t stop laughing loud.
• “Piss off man.” Rickard glared.
• “Well, you can rest in the other guest room next to that one.” Rose said, trying to suppress her laughter.
• “I am going to find a place soon and get out of your hair.” Rickard muttered.
• “Don’t say that. You are family here.” Rose concluded.
• While Rickard ate, Micheal and Rose went to the adjoining room and sat down. Rickard tried to tune out their conversation about baby nursery and how the baby was moving all the time and kicking. He tried to drown out their laughter. He was more than happy for them, they were his family, only family and that child was his godson but it all brought pain and sheared his already bleeding heart.
• Would he and Hannah been this ecstatic?
• Planning nurseries and deciding baby names?
• Rickard was never the one who had children on his immediate future plans but he knew that he would eventually want to settle down and have a family, something he never had growing up, maybe in his late thirties but Hannah’s pregnancy came as a Suprise to him, a wonderful Suprise and he realized he was ready to be a father. Only, his realization was cut short by his fiancé aborting his child.
• Rickard pushed the plates away, his appetite lost. His mind craved alcohol to numb the pain in his heart. He missed Hannah and he hated that. He hated the fact that his heart still craved for that vile woman.
• “I’m going to call it a night.” Rickard shot over his shoulder as he made his way upstairs. He opened the door to the room where that woman was and found her still passed out. He went to the washroom, filled a glass with water and kept a bottle of Advil next to the lamp on the bedside table and retreated out of the room.
• He slipped into the other guest room, stripped out of his suit down to his boxer and decided to skip shower as he slipped under the covers and fell into a fitful sleep.
• The next morning, Mirabel tried to open her eyes but the light streaming in from the open curtains made it a great effort. She managed to peek and shot up in the bed, her head protesting to sudden movement.
• “Where the hell am I?” Mirabel muttered as she looked around the unfamiliar room. Then the event of last night came crashing back to her, the man at the corner and her attacking him in self defense.
• Mirabel threw aside the covers and saw that she was still in last night’s outfit and the other side of the bed was still made. Her jacket was folded and kept on the chair next to the window, her phone, cash and car keys were on the bedside table next to a glass of water and a bottle of Advil.
• She took out two tablets and drowned them with the glass of water, and then got off the bed. Her head still throbbed but her hangovers were never gut wrenching. She went to the washroom and freshened up.
• She came back to the room and grabbed her stuff. The person who brought her home was not a thief nor a rapist but she still tip toed to the door and pulled it open slowly as she peered into the long corridor which was at ye moment, empty. She heard people talking downstairs and decided to see where the hell she actually was.
• Rickard looked up from his plate of pancakes as he heard the woman entering the dinning took. She stood shyly at the entrance of the room.
• Mirabel took in the homey atmosphere of the dinning room. There at the table sat a man who now had his steel eyes on her with a poker face. Mirabel’s breathe hitched as she took in his appearance. The man was an epitome of masculinity and good looks with his tousled sexy brown hair, broad shoulder encased in a perfectly tailored dress shirt with a tie as he held on to a fork and knife.
• The handsome man cleared his throat and Mirabel was snapped out of her lust as Shame overcame her as she watched a very pregnant
• Lady waddle in the dining room.
• Of course men like him were always taken.
• Rose came into the dining room from the kitchen with a bowl of fruit salad and saw Mirabel.
• “Oh good. You’re awake, please join us.” Rose said in her ever charming manner as she fixated her pearly white smile as Mirabel.