Chapter 15-The Audrey I didnt know
Jonathan's POV…
As soon as Audrey stomped out of the room, I slumped on her bed. She had every reason to be angry. I knew her pride and self respect was really hurt.
I looked up at the ceiling and my eyes caught the chandelier on the ceiling.
I laughed. So she changed the chandelier in her wing. I took that opportunity to look around her room.
Wait a minute, she changed the entire decor of the room.
I sat up on her bed and looked around. The walls of the room were painted brown and the top, bottom and middle of the walls were lined with gold paint.
Flowers hugged the walls so perfectly and added to its beauty.
The way she had her wardrobe arranged, with each section divided by plain mirrors.
I stood up and walked around. The desk and chairs were arranged perfectly and the papers on the desk were arranged neatly.
The paintings and art on the left side, near the window, caught my attention. It seems she's a lover of art. My fingers ran across the wall as I looked around.
I stumbled on something on the floor and missed my step. I tried saving my fall and mistakenly pushed against a door and it flew open.
I dusted myself and looked inside the room. My eyes widened.
The room looked like a boutique. I knew it was a closet but it didn't strike as one. The room was separated into four sections by partitions.
I entered the first and I saw more clothes.
They were designers from top clothing brands.
The amount of clothes there didn't seem like it was only Audrey's.
There were more than five hundred clothes, not to exaggerate.
And they were each separated by their colours.
She had more white and black clothes than other colours.
“When did she do all these?" I asked myself.
I entered the second one and it was filled with her Jewelry and her products.
I never knew she had this many things. I knew she was a top model but I had never imagined her wardrobe to be this exotic and luxurious.
Her sprays, perfumes and jewelry were all arranged in sections again. The next cubicle contained her bags. The bags were numerous. I wondered if she'd ever wear an outfit more than once, judging from all the clothes and bags she had.
I picked a red Louis Vuitton bag. It looked familiar. This was the bag she carried the night that led to our scandal, when she came to sign with our company.
I left the bag room and entered the last cubicle. This time, it was shoes. Her heels, sneakers, boots and slippers were all arranged neatly and again in colours.
I left the room and thought to myself. She probably has more than these. The rest should be in her penthouse.
I'd confirmed one thing already, Audrey was a very wealthy young lady. Judging from the moment she paid half the amount for the house and it didn't bother her. And now, this.
I took out my phone from my pocket and searched for her on Google.
I checked her background, her story and rise to fame. I thought I was going to see her family and parents, but nothing.
It seems she's the type that keeps her family away from public awareness.
‘24 year old super model, Audrey Willows, first model to gross over a billion dollars worldwide’ The first headline read.
What?
I quickly checked her net worth.
1.7 billion dollars. I blinked several times in surprise. She was that wealthy. Woah.
I felt a sting in my chest. She was competing up to me. My net worth was around 7.5 billion dollars.
I saw various pictures of her and I went through them. I hadn't really thought it right to research about her.
Well, that was because I didn't care, but thinking about it now, I should have. She's my ‘fiancee’.
One of the pictures caught my attention. It was the picture we took at Mr Whitmore’s anniversary.
My hands were round her waist and she was so close to me. She looked so beautiful in that picture and her smile was… wait a minute.
I hit my head several times with my hand.
“What is going on with my thoughts?"
I saw a video where she explained her motivating force and her story from grass to grace.
"My mom is my greatest motivation and the sacrifices she made motivates me to give her a better life”
That was her closing sentence. She didn't mention or say anything about her father.
I had seen wrongly and judged her myself. A feeling I couldn't name settled in my heart. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was…
“Jonathan!” My mom screamed my name from downstairs.
I came out of my daze and rushed down.
“Jonathan"
“What is it now?" I asked.
“I asked your fiancée to make me dinner and she ignored me and left anyway," she complained.
“Mom, I'm tired of your troubles. You can make dinner yourself. Make your dinner and first thing tomorrow, you're gone. Don't stress my fiancée"
She looked at me with surprise.
“That's why I never want you to know my house" I added and started going back up.
"I'm sorry my love. Don't get too mad at me. I was just making sure she knew how to take care of you”
I didn't respond. I went inside and brought out my phone. I stared at Audrey's contact.
I had saved it as ‘Miss attitude’. I changed it to Audrey. That was okay.
My fingers hovered over her contact. Why was I hesitating? I clicked on it anyway.
It rang for a few seconds but she didn't pick. I called again but no response. I called it the third time and this time, it was not reachable.
"What if something bad has happened to her?”
I quickly called Richard.
"You know Audrey's manager, right?” I asked as soon as he picked up.
"Yes sir”
"Do you have her contact?”
"No, I don't"
I sighed.
“But I know how to get it," he added.
“Great. Send it over once you get it" I commanded.
I disconnected the call and waited impatiently. He sent the contact a few minutes later and I called it.
"Hello. You're most welcomed to Audrey's world. This is Lena speaking. How can Audrey's world be of help to you?” Lena's voice rang through.
"I know who you are. Where's Audrey?” I asked.
"Wait. Who's this?” She asked, surprised.
"It's Jonathan,” I hissed. Couldn't she tell it was me from my voice.
"Where's Audrey?” I asked again.
There was silence. I had to check if she had ended the call.
"She's here with me"
I heaved in relief.
"But she's drunk and I can't take her home. I need to secure an offer somewhere. Can you come get her?” she asked.
I contemplated for a few seconds. “Okay. Just send me the location"
“Sure" I ended the call. So she drank. I didn't know she loved drinking.
I made to go to my room to change, but remembered my mom was there. I didn't want any trouble from her so I had to leave that way.
I drove to the location Lena sent me. It was a big bar in the heart of New York.
I got down from the car and went inside. I spotted their table from the entrance. Audrey had already passed out on the table.
She must have drunk a lot.
"I'm so glad you're here. Please make sure you take good care of her. She's not used to drinking" Lena said.
I looked at Audrey whose head was on the table. So, I'd turn into a babysitter.
“She doesn't drink often?" I asked.
“No. In fact, it has been six years since she drank"
I furrowed my brows. Six years?
“And that was the night she met her father”
Her father?