BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED novel Chapter 26

TWENTY-FIVE

L O U I S

Where is she?

I mentally ask myself.

I have been asking that question for almost an hour now and I still don't have an answer. I don't know where Miranda is.

I sit here all alone at Per Se in this table with a bouquet of roses next to me. I had a hard time picking these roses since I don't really give these kinds of gifts to women. I usually buy them cocktail drinks or I meet women inside my bar. Usually, I'm up with one night stands these days since it's less hassle on my part and I won't have any commitment with them right after we do it plus I'm busy as hell. The thought of just spending one night together is fine cos that will be it. Plus I don't think I've met the woman that is worth to seriously date yet. I always think that these women that are surrounding me are only after me for money and fame.

But when I met Miranda, seeing her crying in the middle of the street, running out of the hardware store, running away from something that scared her, just made me feel that I needed to help her even though I just had my flight that time. It's not that I liked her instantly, but when I saw her face on my bed, it's just that she looks good to fuck with. She's hot.

When she got to my penthouse, I was watching her sleep on top of my bed the whole time while she keeps on crying. I would try to push her hair off her face and just watched her sleep. It was weird but I had the urge of watching such beauty sleep so gorgeously.

I was worried of her too. And I really pitied her, most especially when I found out that she was almost raped. That bastard fingered her. I couldn't believe such men could do stuff like that inside an office. Good thing that maniac is behind prison bars and good thing Harry filed a case for the hardware store to close permanently.

I gaze at my watch.

It's already 7:37PM.

Miranda is late.

Must have she forgotten that she's going to have dinner with me? No, she couldn't have. She promised. Or there must have been an emergency that happened? But then she'll cancel this or she'll call me not to wait up for her long.

I sigh.

Maybe she's just stuck in traffic.

I gaze at my watch again as if it could do anything better but it was already 7:39PM. I've been sitting here for an hour and a half. Miranda still isn't around.

Where could she be?

I pulled my phone out and thought that maybe I should text her but then I wouldn't want to look clingy. I scanned through my directory and searched for Miranda's name. When I found it, I stopped and stared at her name. There wouldn't be any harm if I try to give her a call or maybe message her where she is.

Suddenly the waiter walks closer.

"Mr. Tomlinson." He calls out.

I motioned my head to him. "Yes?"

"Shall we serve any wine or beverage for you?" He offered.

"No thank you." I declined while smiling.

"How about the meals Mr. Tomlinson?"

"In a bit."

"Alright sir. You can call me any time you want to."

I nod.

The waiter began to leave me and I sigh inwardly as I stare at the door, waiting for Miranda to walk in. I stare at my phone again and I quickly opened to Messages.

Me: Hi Miranda. I was wondering where you are right now. I'm kind of worried that something might have happened to you since you're still not here. I'm still waiting at Per Se though. I hope you'll get this.

I stare at the words I typed in then deleted everything again.

Me: Hey Miranda. Sorry for being clingy but I was wondering where you are. Are you okay? I'm worried. Call me when you get this.

I read my message again then deleted it for the second time.

"Come on Louis." I whisper to myself.

Me: Hi Randy. Are you still at work? Call me when you get this.

I hit send.

I glared at the women right across the table from where I was and all of them were looking right at me. One blond waved and I smiled to be polite. I gaze at the roses and hoped that Miranda will love it once she gets here. I'm sure she's just busy at her new job that's why she's still not here. I can still wait.

My phone suddenly rings and I quickly grabbed it. But it was just Joan calling.

I sigh.

"Good evening Mr. Tomlinson." She greets.

"Yes Joan, what is it?"

"Well Mrs. Willis finally accepted the contract for her new artist. She's finally signed on our label."

I smiled. "Great job Joan. Thanks for the update. Call me when anything happens."

"Yes Mr. Tomlinson."

I hang up and stared at the messages. Still nothing from Miranda.

I sigh heavily.

My eyes moved back to the table full of women and they were trying really hard to get my attention. Five of them waved in unison at me and I still smiled at them to be nice even though I wasn't really wanting this since I know they will probably think I'm into them and I'm sure they're only doing this cos they know I was from One Direction. They just wanna fuck me.

These days, it's really hard to trust the people around you if they really like you for who you are or not. If they have a good or bad intention. I don't date seriously anymore, I go out with women for a night's fun.

Maybe I should give her a few more minutes, I'm sure she'll be here. I hope she'll be here. I sigh again and grabbed my phone. I began looking for someone to text with but since I found no one to text to, I began playing some 8-ball pool.

8:56PM

"Waiter." I called the one who went near me a while ago.

He jogs towards my table.