Fated-Alpha's Second Chance mate

WEIRD DREAMS

Elena

Groaning, I stretched out my hand whilst searching for my phone, which was on the nightstand. I shielded my eyes as I saw the name on the screen.

“How long had I slept for?” I questioned myself, gazing at the clock on the chipped wall, which reads 10: 45 PM.

So early to be awake.

I wouldn't have much time to sleep anymore, and I hoped that the reason Renee had disturbed my precious nap was for a good reason.

I sat up on the small bed, which barely contained the space I had stationed it in. It was close to a small wooden wardrobe next to the nightstand, and my reading table was in the other corner. I did a semi-stretch and swiped up the screen of my phone to answer the call.

“Hey,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes.

“I'm sorry babes, I keep disturbing you whenever you are sleeping.” She pleaded, making me wonder if she was ever sorry. 

She said this word all the time, and I was pretty used to it now.

“How did the interview go?”

“I don't even want to talk or think about it,” I murmured, running my hand through my hair.

“Judging by the sound of your voice, I believe it wasn't rosy. Give me brief details, please. I want to know!” She screeched.

I wondered again if she didn't hear my previous statement about not wanting to talk about it.

“Did you get the chance to meet him?”

I rolled my eyes at the excitement in her voice. I could picture her eyes twinkling whilst waiting for my reply.

After waking up late today, she had urged me to have a bath, coerced me into the clothes I wore and even gave me her shoes when I had complained I couldn't find mine, which was a lie. 

I had a wardrobe full of every shoe you could ever think of, however; I was reluctant to go to the interview, as I didn't want to encounter what I had been running from.

I had the hunch this morning that I may encounter him after seeing his pictures everywhere, but I hadn't connected his name to the company. 

Heck, I didn't know I would get to even meet him. Still, my intuition about this town had been right all along because I had been having weird dreams of encountering him. Although I had not seen him up close until today, even in the dream, a strange aura was round about him, concealing his face.

My father, George Lockser, a respected man in society and known for his wine collections. However, he was a chronic gambler, an addicted one at that. He didn't care if he won or lost, he would go on playing till he spent all the money with him.

The significant loss landed me in the dilemma I was in. He had gone to play and lost an immense sum of money. Unknowingly, it was to Aiden, who was an adept gambler. The latter had refused instalment payment and had desired to be paid on that spot.

I didn't know what transpired thereafter, but I learnt that my unreasonable father had mentioned my name without even thinking.

He had mentioned my freaking name.

Luckily, I overheard the discussion between my two half-sisters, brother and stepmom the night before the morning Aiden was supposed to come and cart me away. As if I was some sort of commodity!

My stepmom and half-sisters had willingly agreed to it, much to my annoyance. Then I knew no one ever loved me. Aside from my half-brother, who wasn't too thrilled and had helped me escape.