Chapter 20-Jonathans sister is a model
Jonathan's POV…
“What do you mean by I am your prime suspect?" She asked. A frown had settled between her brows.
“I should be asking you" I replied nonchalantly and folded my arms across my chest.
“If this is some sort of game or prank, it's not funny at all,” she said.
"I'm not one to play games, and prank, that's not my specialty" I paused. “You claim to know nothing about it, but that specific day, you had two people in masks, positioned by the door and watching…”
"What?” She blinked like I was accusing her.
"You still say you have nothing to do about it. Then what about the fact that you're repeating history, some sort of family behaviour”
She furrowed her brows.
“Let me make it clear. You called me a mommy's boy a few days back, but don't you think you're a mommy's girl too? You want to do exactly what your mom did to your father"
She bolted out of her chair.
“How dare you?" She was breathing heavily. “What gave you the right to say that? How dare you utter such a thing about my mother?"
“Your outburst only proves me right"
“You…” she pointed at me. "Your mom came here and insulted me and bruised my ego while you did nothing, but that didn't make me say anything disrespectful to her, yet, you sit there and say such about my mother?”
She continued. "Your mom acted like a total bitch and a spoiled rich woman who obviously depends on her husband's money and fame. Without her husband, I bet even the beggars on the street would be better off than her”
"Don't you say that about my mother” I shouted angrily.
"I'll speak about her in any manner I deem fit” She scoffed. "You're mad? I'm just stating the reality. If you don't have a little respect for my mom, then I'd disregard your mom like she doesn't exist” she said and started going upstairs.
I didn't intend for things to go this far. But she went too far with those things about my mom.
"And you know what…” she said from the stairs. I didn't turn around to look at her.
"I don't know what you must have heard, but drawing conclusions and saying those things shows just how little your brain is. It's not a good trait. I guess I expected too much from you”
I heard her footsteps retreating.
I slumped on the chair and squeezed the book. Something was not right. I heard it clearly, the voice note that was sent to me last night. It was her voice.
I played it again.
‘I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by, I'll use Jonathan to my advantage and boost my career and later on dump him… just like mom did’
That message only opened old wounds. I was being protective. I can't be used twice by two females. Once bitten, twice shy.
Audrey's POV…
It's been one month of living in the same house as Jonathan.
After that incident between us in the living room, I hadn't spoken to him and he too hadn't spoken to me either.
It sounds strange, but I didn't like that. I think I preferred our bantering over this cold silence.
“You seem distracted. Is anything bothering you?" Lena asked.
I blinked and my senses came back. We were in the car on the way to the airport. It was the annual models’ conference in Paris.
Every year, female models worldwide were invited, both top models and upcoming models, everyone was allowed entry as long as the person was a female model. It was usually hosted by top models.
And guess what… I'm the elite model. I'll have the high table during the gala. Oh, I love galas so much.
"I'm just thinking about how things have been between Jonathan and I” I paused.
"How have things been?”
"Um…” I thought for a while. "We don't talk anymore. I don't even see him often, just once in a while”
"Is that not good?” She asked and raised a brow at me.
"It's good, it's just that I prefer we banter than not having to say anything at all. I don't know how long this fake engagement will last, and I can't just stay in that house for that long without talking to someone. I'll suffocate”
"You have me to talk to. If you ever feel bored, just say the word and I'll be there to talk about anything" Lena offered.
I smiled and held her hands. "Thanks”
I looked out through the window. There was this bugging feeling in my chest that bothered me. I didn't know what it was about, but I knew it involved Jonathan.
We arrived at the airport. I didn't have to wait because my jet was on the way. I didn't do airplanes. I had my private jet that could take me anywhere so I didn't have to board a flight.
I had to come to the airport to get on the jet, because… well I don't know. Lena suggested it was better that way and I succumbed.
I came down from the car and sat in the VIP section for those waiting to board their flight.
I brought out my phone. I tried doing something that would calm my mind from the turmoil it was in. I didn't know why I was feeling restless.
“Hello"
I looked up and saw a young girl standing in front of me with her luggage by her side.
She must be a fan.
"Hi” I waved my hand.
"You look even more pretty in person," she gushed. She was smiling like a fool.
Definitely a fan.
“Thank you" I stretched out my hand. I knew what she would demand next, for me to sign on something for her.
I wasn't expecting what happened next.
She took my hand and shook it vigorously. "You're too nice”
I smiled awkwardly. I quickly withdrew my hand forcefully. She wasn't willing to release my hand, so I took it back by force.
"That's not what I meant. I thought you wanted me to sign… in fact whatever” I waved it off.
She just stood there smiling so happily at me.
“What is it you want, dear?" I asked.
“You're my role model. You inspire me a lot. I watch all your interviews and I listen to all your podcasts too" she said.
My heart melted when she said that.
I thought she was just some crazy fan, but little did I know that I inspired and motivated her.
“You are the reason I decided to pursue a career in modeling. You made it look so easy and told every young girl that she can achieve anything, the same way you did. I'm glad I was able to achieve mine, even though I'm not half as popular and established as you are”
I was almost teary at that moment, but I controlled myself.
"I'm so glad you were able to achieve your dreams” I said and tapped on the seat next to me for her to sit beside me.
“Thank you" she said as she sat down.
“You're on your way to Paris, right?" She asked.
I was conscious not to give away my destination. I just smiled. “Time will tell"
“I'm going to Paris too for the annual model conference and I heard you're the elite model. Hhh” she exhaled. "You're just amazing”
"I'm glad you'll be joining the family soon,” she added.
"What family?” I asked.
"You don't recognize me?” She asked.
Why would I recognise her? “We've never met before"
"I’m Alexa Cavendish. Pardon the last name though"
Cavendish. Why does that name sound familiar? But I don't know her.
I smiled awkwardly… again. "It's nice to meet you Alexa”
"You still don't know me…”
I shook my head.
“I'm Jonathan's sister" she grinned widely.
“Who's Jonathan?" I furrowed my brows.
She gaped at me. "Jonathan Ryder, your fiance”
My eyes grew wide. I never would have thought she was referring to that Jonathan. Besides, he never mentioned anything about having a sister who was a… wait a minute.
“Oh… yeah. I'm sorry. I kind of blanked out for a minute. You're a model right?” I asked just to be sure.
“Yes, and you inspired me…"
“Yeah, I know I did. So you're a model?" I asked again, and she nodded.
I was utterly speechless.
"Is your family aware?” I asked.
She looked down and shook her head. I knew it.
Just then Lena came to inform me that my jet had arrived.
“I'll see you in Paris then" I said as I stood up.
“What if you don't see me because of the crowd?" She asked.
I signaled to Lena to hand her my card. “You can call me," I said and walked towards the jet.
What an irony? Jonathan's sister is a model. I wonder how his mother would react to that. She hates models and even abused me because of that, but her own very daughter is a model.
I smiled as I entered the jet. I was happy. I wondered if she would disown her for entering that profession.
As soon as I settled in the jet, I called Jonathan.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?” I asked without emotion as soon as he picked up.
Oh My God. That was unexpected. How would Jonathan and his family react to that?