Ciara Mendes
Never leave a woman waiting. I remember dad had told my cousin Enrico Mendes when he came to live with us when we both attended highschool. It was right around senior year when Eve had been recognise by someone from a popular modeling agency in New York.
He had gotten a date with Betty Crocker a aggressive yet beautiful cheerleader who had a crush on him. Though Evei thought of it more as Betty just wanting to be with him because he was handsome and from a wealthy family.
Enrico wasn't interested in her and decided to accept going out with her after the third time she ask âout of pity. The day of the date he had been caught up in a game of pool with Micah and had forgotten about Betty, arriving two hours late.
It resulted in him being drenched in orange juice.
Giovanni had said he'd be here at eight thirty. I remembered because I wrote it down and went to bed early in order to be able to wake up six am so that I could pack, gather my equipments together and get ready and it was now nine fifteen and there was still no sign of him.
For a minute I wondered if something bad had happened to him. There were stories of how he's a man whore and he didn't exactly give me a good impression since we met. He was always so cocky and full of himself but still it would affect me in someway if God forbid something bad was to happen to him.
Two minutes past and the door bell rang. I grab my suitcase and shoulder bag assuming that must be him. My assumptions were proved to be correct as I open the door to reveal him in his Prada suit and a grin on his face.
He looked perfectly fine standing before me.
"You're late." I say with a blank face though his grin never went away as he watches me from head to toe.
I was wearing a tight grey shirt and 97 percent cotton pants with 3 percent of polyester which was very comfortable, in fact it was the most comfortable pants I owned. On my feet I wore grey shoes that I brought online from honeybum and I was wearing the matching silver bracelet and necklace dad had gifted me for my nineteenth birthday. My hair was in a messy bun, by the look on his face I knew he wasn't judging my attire even though everything I wore only cost me thirty four dollars not including the jewellery.
"Um sorry I went to pick up breakfast for us, its in the car." He says pointing to the red car parked at the side of the road.
It look a bit like the Nissan GT-R and a Ferrari 458 combined. It was breath taking.
"It's from Sweet Tooth."
I remove my focus from the car and to him the moment his words registered in my head. I must say I appreciate it.
"What did you get?" I lock the house door behind me and put the keys in my bag.
I attempt to grab the handle of my suitcase when Giovanni beats me to it.
"I wasn't sure what to get so I got you a coffee, one of those bread pudding, pancakes, eggs, bacons and waffles just incase you don't like pancakes."
I refuse the strong urge to laugh as we descend the steps. He seemed a bit nervous for some reason and for once he wasn't being conceited. I did not even bother telling him that I didn't drink coffee, it was the thought that counts.
"Thanks but you really didn't have to get me so much." I was about to ask who didn't like pancakes before remembering that Zendra hates them.
He smile at me after putting my bags in the backseat where his suitcase was.
He surprise me by opening the passenger door for me, I rose a brow at him but got in without a word. He entered the car and started it, instead of using a key he press his thumb on a circular red light thing that turned to blue after.
"Nice car." I comment, though nice was an understatement. It was unlike any other car I've seen.
"Designed it myself." He smile placing a paper bag in my lap then driving off.
"What exactly do you do Mr. Haynes?" I ask impress by the moving transportation and the fact that he designed it.
He glance at me with a smirk. "Why the sudden interest Ms. Mendes."
There is was.
Instead of replying I open the paper bag, removing the container with the pancake and bite a piece.
After finishing one whole pancake he decide to reply to my long forgotten question.
"I'm an Investor, Engineer and Industrialist. Have you ever heard of Anton Industry?"
I took my third sip of coffee, it was so delicious which made me wonder why I never liked it in the first place. When his question register in my head I glance over at him. He was busy concentrating on driving.
Anton Industry? I recall Micah saying that he wanted to buy a car from there. He also said that the company was making its way to the top and it would soon be even better than Honda. He had deliberately used Honda because he knew I'm a big fan.
"Yes it's some upcoming car manufacturing company." I say not caring much of it.
He chuckles as he park the car in an empty garage. "Well its my upcoming company, in fact it's already one of the best in the world."
Giovanni Haynes
"That is impressive." Ciara says looking anything but impressed.
"We're here." I say driving into my private garage then getting out of the car.
I remove my phone from my pocket to call Ronald Reagan, my valet. Before I could find his number I saw the slightly grey head man coming towards me.
"Where exactly is here?" Ciara ask getting out from the car.
I forgot that I was suppose to open the door for her, I don't normally do these things so it's clear why I had forgotten.
She stood by my side as Ronald continue to approach us. She look so beautiful even in her simple clothes. Pieces of her dark hair had fallen onto her face giving her an even more innocent look, though I could tell she wasn't at all innocent, not compared to a child at least.
"Haynes International Airport. It's owned by my old man, we'll take my private jet to our destination."
"And where exactly is our destination?" She ask brushing away the hair that the wind blew in her eyes. She seem so frustrated with the piece of hair, it was cute watching her. I try my best not to reach over and brush it away for her.
I look away from her and to the man who was almost standing before us. "You'll see when we get there."
She was about to speak again but Ronald interrupt.
"Good morning Mr Haynes, Miss." He nods at Ciara who smile kindly at him.
I grew angry at the man. How is it possible that a kid and a old man can get her to smile so genuinely and I can't even get her to look at me without the look of dislike in her grey eyes.
"Watch over my baby Ronald." I took the bags from the backseat before passing Ciara her small duffle bag.
"I will Sir."
Ciara wave at him before following behind me. She was such a slow eater, even though I was driving I had finished my breakfast in less than five minutes and she was still munching on her bacons and she still didn't even touch the bread pudding,waffles nor the eggs.
The red and white jet was up ahead, the doors were open and Divya Shetty stood outside dress in her uniform waiting for us. She was my great grandaunt, granddaughter we only met a year ago when she had to leave India after a terrorist attack that killed her mom and dad. Dad wasn't close with that side of the family and when she needed a place to stay and a job; I was the one who provided that for her. She was only eighteen and reminded me of a sister I never had.
Mom had offered to send her to college but she decided instead to go to a training institute so that she can fulfill her dream of becoming a Flight Attendant so that she can travel all around the world.
After she graduated we coax her in working for the family at our personal airport that paid her way more than she would have been paid at another airport.
"Divya." I greet giving her cheek a sloppy kiss just to annoy her.
"Ew." She says wiping her cheek with a frown, "How many times do we have to go over this Gianni? I don't want your slime all over me."
Ciara chuckles from behind me which gained our attention. I glare at Divya for giving me that ridiculous name.
"Hi, I'm Divya Shetty. This imbecile favourite female cousin and your flight attendant for today." She hold out a hand for Ciara to shake.
"Ciara Mendes, nice to meet you." Ciara says smiling at Divya. "Can you tell me where were going?"
Divya look at me for an answer, I narrow my eyes at her daring her to say a word. She roll her eyes at me before looking back at Ciara.
"Sorry. I'm afraid I can't." She says to my satisfaction.