Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War

9

“Later,” Charles quickly said.

“Alright. I'll call you later.”

Charles let out a breath of relief after ending the call. For now, he was covered. But really, he'd never understand why his godfather wanted him to have a kid. He was not even ready to be a father.

The thought of it scared the shit out of him.

“Sir?” A man in a suit bowed in front of Charles. “Miss Sadie said to tell you that the car is waiting over there.” He pointed at a tinted black BMW.

Charles strode to the car. Time to know what the woman wanted from him. She seemed too sensible for the way she was behaving last night.

He entered the car and the driver soon started driving.

“Thanks to you I had to sign seventy autographs on my feet.” She drank from a bottle of water.

“I wasn't the one who asked you to follow me all around.”

She darted a glare at him.

“So, what do you want from me? I'm more busy than this.”

She accessed him. “What do you do for a living?”

“Is that any of your business?”

“Compared to the way you were dressed last night, I almost didn't recognize when I saw you earlier.”

“You still haven't answered my question.”

She relaxed in her seat. This man is so rude. “What happened last night?”

“Is that…” Charles scoffed. “You are seriously not asking me that, are you?”

“I don't remember what happened,” this time her voice was quiet.

Charles darted a glance at her before quickly looking away. “Nothing happened. You asked me to have sex with you but the way you were dressed turned me off.”

“What?!”

Charles shrugged. “Even if a man was horny last night, your dress would have totally made him run.”

Sadie tried to keep her calm. Since meeting this man last night, she had lost count of how many times she’d wished she could break his head..

“By the way, you were not drunk last night, why don't you remember what happened?”

“I'll tell you if you sign this contract,” she took a document from the front seat and gave it to him.

Charles gave her a suspicious look before looking at the document. A chuckle escaped his lip.

“Get married to you?” He glanced at her. “That's a bit too much to ask a stranger.”

“What you know might put my reputation in great danger.”

“What does that have to do with this?” He held the contract in her face.

“I'll be able to watch you for twenty four hours.”

Charles looked at her closely. “What does any of that have to do with last night?”

“I sleepwalk and when I wake up, I have no idea what happened the whole time. I wake up to find myself in strange places.”

________ EMMY’S HOUSE______

Emmy stepped into the kitchen. She covered her nose at the sharp smell coming from the sink. She grabbed the only clean plate in the plate rack before going outside to eat the takeout she ordered two hours ago.

It was barely twenty four hours since Charles left her life but she had lost count of the number of great things that had happened in her life.

First, Roger unexpectedly proposed to her. She still hadn't recovered from the excitement.

Since his proposal, a lot of companies have reached out to her asking for one collaboration, partnership or one thing or the other.

Plus— her phone rang, cutting her out of her thoughts.

It was her personal assistant calling.

“Ma'am, the minute of the meeting three days ago has not been sent.”

Emmy frowns. “Who is supposed to send it? Are some workers slacking on their job?”

“I have no idea, ma'am. That was why I called you.”

“I'll look into it.”

“Ma'am, wait a second. All the documents that should have been reviewed by you have still not been reviewed. For instance, the survey that was taken in Decatur last week. Plus, there are some letters that you normally draft around the time of the month.

“And, ma'am, you always made a data sheet of how much the company had increased every three days. You haven't done that yet. Also—”

“Wait a minute,” Emmy muttered. “Do you say I do all those?”

“Yes, ma'am. You also call the technicians who work on our gadgets yourself. One of them called me this morning to ask if you were okay. He said something about not having seen your motivation for the day. I had no idea what he was talking about but I wrote it down to inform you.”

Emmy frowned. She didn't remember ever doing any of that. This was the first time she was even hearing that something like that existed.

“I'll call you back,” Emmy said and hung up.

She padded to their room. Opened the door and went straight to the laptop on the reading table.

She had always seen Charles here every night before she slept. She never bothered to ask what he was doing because it was obvious it would be nonsense.

She turned on the laptop. She saw a couple of letters that looked familiar. A couple of proposals she submitted.

What is happening? She sat down. What are they doing on this laptop?

She dialed a number on her phone. “Hello.”

“Kid sister, you are finally doing crazy things, being asked out by Mr Roger,” her elder brother said at the other end.

“Thanks. The proposal I sent to the Lincoln family, you were the one who helped me with it, right?”

Her brother chuckled at the other end. “Even I myself I'm not done with my own work, how will I help you do yours?”

She called her other brothers and sister, none of them were the one.

Emmy shook her head. It wasn't not possible.

Does that mean everything she had been doing, that she thought were from her siblings, were all Charles' deeds?

No way, right?

She opened more documents. All the things her personal assistant spoke about the other time were all on the laptop, including the motivation to the technical workers who handle all the company's gadgets.

Her phone rang.

It was her personal assistant calling again.

“Ma'am, the proposal for the—”

Emmy hung up.

“Charlesssssssssssssssss!” She screamed.

What the fuck has that guy done with her?!!!!!