JAYDEN'S POV
I left her house both confused and smitten by her. I have been with many girls way more attractive than her, but none of them made me go after them, except HER. There are millions of girls who would fall at my feet to get attention. I am loved for my voice. I am admired for my talent. But I never hated it. Because I am the so called player. Who wants relationship nowadays? Even If I were in a relationship, no girl would love me as a person. They will love my money and fame. That's why, I never do relationships.
But she rejected me!!!!!!!
She f**king rejected me!!!!
I don't why I am shouting at myself like a madman but, I couldn't help myself. I have never seen her before. Even her ID card didn't have her last name. Just NATALIE and her address. Oh She corrected me that her name is NATALIA! But, Natalie suits her more.
I have never been more curious about a girl. I want to know who she is. She lives in a huge penthouse, which implies that she is rich.
With the trail of thoughts, I reached home. Tyler was sitting in the living room watching his favorite series. On seeing me, he sprang from the sofa.
"Hey Man! Did you get to know anything about Ms.NoName?" He asked.
"She has a name dude. Natalia" I said.
"Natalia..." He paused.
"I have heard this name before... Maybe on a TV or a gossip site."
He drowned into his own thoughts.
"But I have never seen her on TV, dude." I said with confusion.
"You are saying that as if you watch TV everyday" he said. I rolled my eyes at him.
Within a minute, Tyler took his phone and typed something. After scrolling sometime, his jaw dropped!
I was confused. Is she a super model or someone famous?
So, breaking the silence, I asked "What? Is she some famous James Bond?"
Tyler stared at me with shocked expression.
"Dude!!! She is the fricking Natalia Peterson. Her Father is the CEO of Peterson enterprises" Tyler said in a high-pitched tone. It seems that he couldn't process the fact that she is a billionaire. Now it all made sense... The luxurious penthouse. Her dresses screamed money."I couldn't believe the fact that you slept with Natalia Peterson" Saying that he laughed at me.
"I didn't sleep with her, Ty." I corrected."Then why is she leaving our house wearing your clothes in this morning?"
"Well... she was drunk and puked on her clothes, I just helped her."
Tyler stared at me with confused expression, the expression that questions whether it's really his friend standing in front of him.
"Aww my bro has become a softie." Tyler said with a fake weeping.
"Shut up, Ty. Quit Planning a wedding in your mind" I said it sarcastically.
Tyler laughed hysterically to the extent his eyes teared up. He has officially gone Insane.
"Trust me, I would have if I hadn't read the recent news about her."
"What do you mean?"
Tyler didn't answer right away. He just turned the phone screen toward me. It was a high-resolution photo from the night before. Natalia—my Natalie—was standing on a stage decorated with enough white roses to bury a city. She looked like a goddamn saint in a silk dress, her hand resting in the palm of a guy who looked like he'd never had a hair out of place in his life.
The headline was written in bold, disgusting gold letters: PETERSON AND CARTER EMPIRES UNITE: NATALIA PETERSON AND BENETT CARTER BETROTHED.
I stared at the image. Specifically, I stared at the massive diamond ring on her finger. The same ring I remember I saw it on her finger while she tucked her hair behind her ear this morning.
"She got engaged last night," Tyler whispered, his voice actually sounding a bit scandalous. "The same night she ended up at the club. The same night she ended up in your bed, Jay."
What a disaster.
I didn't answer. I couldn't stop looking at the guy next to her. Benett. He looked like a mannequin made of money.
"Since when did that stopped me?" Nothing has ever stopped me from claiming a woman irrespective of her relationship status.
"Seriously, Jay," Tyler continued, poking my shoulder. "Stay away. This isn't just a girl with a boyfriend. This is a merger. If Benett finds out that her beloved fiancé spent the night in a rockstar's bed, even if all you did was hold her hair back while she puked, he won't just sue you. He'll buy the air you breathe and charge you for it. It's a death wish, man."
He is right. But I'm too intrigued too back off now. I tossed the phone back to him, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across my face.my eyes darkening as I remembered the look she gave me this morning.
"And if she thinks she can put on that ring and pretend I don't exist... she clearly doesn't know how I play."
"Oh, boy," Tyler groaned, reaching for his drink. "I'll start looking for a good lawyer. Or a coffin. Whichever is cheaper."