Oops!!!!! I slapped...........Mr. Billionaire???

Chapter 7: Fool, take a damn breath

Okay. So there's nothing wrong.
Nope. Not at all.
Living in denial again, huh Siona?
One phone call and it will be all right again.
Right?
He could help me. I mean he said he owed me one.
I mean surely this is the right time to cash that in.
But.
He would come back.
He would know.
How the hell would I deal with that? How will I go through it again?

Breathe Siona.
Breathe.

You can handle this.
You have handled tougher things than this.

I sat in my room , alone. I had people I could talk to. I had people who cared about me. I had people who would do anything for me.
Why am I so worried?

Breathe.

I can handle such patriarchal piece of onions like Aiden Salvatore.
Huh.
I can definitely handle that media person. I am sure Dean knows a good lawyer. I am sure he would be on my side.
Yes.
Breathe.
Hyperventilating isn't gonna solve your problem, Siona.

But if Dean gets involved, it would become a media circus. It would be everywhere.
The world will know.
And my secret could be found out.
Then what?
How would I protect her?
No.
Think rationally, Siona.
Dean doesn't usually read newspapers. So he wouldn't know.
I have to handle this discretely.
There's no way I will even consider asking Aiden for help. I will not even think about it.

I look in the mirror. I look into my eyes, the battles it has fought and won shining, glowing .

I am strong.
I won't let this break me down.

My mind starts racing.

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Creeping out in the dead of night  makes you feel like you are Lady Bond.

Standing on a helipad, on top of some unknown decrepit building makes you feel terrified.

And waiting for more than two hours for him to show up makes me feel like an idiot.

I am such a damn fool.

Making that phone call took every bit of courage from me. Now that I did do it, I  pause for a second to contemplate whether it would really work or not.

I can't let the jerk win. I have to fix it, anyhow.

I crouch by the stairwell and keep on waiting in the shadows. 

Two hours gave me enough time to think and I came to a couple of realizations.

1. I was a goddamn vain fool. Fool. Fool. I let that piece of garlic  goad me into this situation. I should have remained calm and not reacted like an impulsive fool at what's-his-face.

2. I should have asked Dean to fix it. If I could insert crying emojis in a thought process, I would. The same conclusion as before , I was a fool. Anyone might send him a picture of the newspaper. Dean will get to know. There is no way around it. He could have tried to help me at least.

The scandal would be big. 

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Flashback

"Wh--what??? How? This was months ago?? How is it in the newspaper today? How?? HOW??"

Aiden lifted a corner of his lips in some ugly peculiar way which made him look like Scrooge.

'God what's with the lying all the time!' , my conscience rebuked.