Patrick, what the...? (Edited)

Grabbing a black hoodie and putting on white sweatpants pairing them with black sneakers; she jogged to the main dining room where she found Helen taking orders from Stephanie. That was strange, where was the cook, and wasn't Helen supposed to be dealing with her food? Her entrance made everyone turn to her; she shrugged off turning a blind eye to their stares, got in, and intentionally ignored the distressed looks on the servants although she pitied them inwardly.

"Ohm, Helen, about my dinner doesn't bother, I am going out." This caught Jeff's attention and he looked up, his eyes questioning. She noticed that and happily ignored him and saw the cook getting in carrying a certain dish on a platter. She couldn't hold it in anymore, her thin thread of patience snapped. "Is this the evening shift?" she bossily asked the servants who shook their heads a hopeful expression on their faces as if they had found their savior. Amy had to bite her lips so as not to laugh right there and then. "You're dismissed." This provoked Stephanie.

"What do you mean dismissed, can't you see I am giving orders?"

Amy lifted one of her brows indicating that what she was doing was right. "You see, sweetheart, in this villa servants aren't bullied and this is my business, so kindly don't interfere." She turned to the three maidservants and the cook a threatening look on her face. "Next time when your shift is done you leave; anyone was extra demands can as well as carry them out on their own."

Stephanie stood up abruptly and glared at her, her eyes twitching in anger as if she would pounce on her once given the green flag. "Who do you think you are?"

Amy crossed her hands. "Excuse me, I am Jeff's legal wife and just to remind you that under the law this is also my property and I have half the say in it." She knew that nailed it because Stephanie frowned, clicked, and stormed out of the room.

Yes, a day was well spent, she was about to leave when Jeff stopped her with his question. "Where are you going?" This man, can't she even get a break from this drama?

She turned to him with a sly smile on her lips. "Jeff darling, you should go appease your girlfriend other than worrying about me." With that, she left the house not knowing that she had left a dazed Jeff at the mention of the word darling. He didn't even care that she had been mocking him but someway her calling him darling made his heart skip a beat.

She took one sleek car and sped off to Roberts. The place wasn't a much busy one but always decent. This place reminded her of the dates she used to have with Patrick and the double dates they had with Lucy and her boyfriend who always found ways to gatecrash, despite Patrick's annoyance.

She parked the car on a free slot and looked around. Yep, the place still had blue lights around, no significant change. She used to feel secure under those lights but at the moment, to her, those were just a few blur memories. When the realization dawned on her, she sat up straight, was she really over him? Like really over? Just then she received a text directing her to a table in a corner. She got out of her car, shut it well, and walked inside scanning the dim place for the table she had been called to. Her eyes landed on the table in the corner and she stood still. She should have known who else would summon her there.

"Please sit," he said softly, his eyes pleading. With a disdainful look, she sat. She had come here after all; it would have been a waste of energy to just go back. She knew she could just turn and leave or call a chauffeur to pick her up but two things came her seated. One she had dismissed the cook and she was starving at the minute and two, Patrick had called her. What could he possibly want? Her love for gist and curiosity kept her glued to the seat even when Patrick ordered fried potatoes and chicken for her.

They remained silent until the food was served and immediately Amy dug in, not minding that perhaps she had been called to something important other than the food she was wolfing down. Patrick on the other hand wasn't much interested in the food, he knew it was her favorite and that's why he had ordered it for her.

He cleared his throat to get her attention but that was futile. Amy was busy conversing with the food, her tongue, and her stomach. Patrick ended up repeating the process until his throat hurt. "Amy," he finally called.

"Hmm," a moan escaped her lips as she savored the taste of the chicken. Good heavens, she had missed this crispy taste that only this place knew how to make. Another bite and she felt blissful.

"Amandla," he called this time loudly cutting her dreaming.

Annoyed at the intrusion, she shot him an impatient look. "Hmm?" she asked clearly uninterested as she took another bite of the drumstick and closed her eyes. Bliss, yes, pure bliss.

"Actually, I wanted us to talk."

She blinked confusedly at first, then it dawned on her, oh, he had called her here and not only to eat. She chewed the piece in her mouth and waited for him to speak. Patrick who had seen the expressions on her face wanted to cry. Did she really forget his presence because of some chicken drumstick?

"I wanted to meet you, I have been trying to get to you but in vain." Okay, where and what part did it involve her and why was he contacting her, were they related, oh, yeah, how could she forget, this was her supposed-to-be ex-boyfriend? Why again wasn't she feeling anything, no anger, no frustration, just nothing oh wait there was something, a little glow in her, something like a tiny spark, an ember perhaps, yes, what was it? Revenge. She just wanted this man to never mess with anybody's daughter again. Hmm, she was going to make sure.

"Hold it, just hold it, please start, I wasn't following." She nibbled the bones softly. "You know I am not good where food is concerned."

Patrick started again. "I wanted to talk to you but reaching you was harder—" Amy stopped him with her question.

"Do you think this place is safe, I just left my Audi RS3 outside, I don't want these peasants to touch it?"

Patrick couldn't believe his ears, wasn't he talking just a second ago? Ignoring the anger rising, he gave her an answer. "Didn't you always love this place before?"

Amy softly laughed. "That was before I married a multi-billionaire," she snorted elegantly as the English ladies would do. "You know it's as if I am the multi-billionaire, all his property is also mine as his legal wife." She took a napkin and dabbed on her mouth fancily. "With hierarchy comes responsibility you know."

Patrick's mouth fell. What? He cleared his throat regaining his composure, he wanted to steer back the conversation to where he wanted it to go. "Okay, I was saying that, I wanted to treat you to dinner today so that I could have a chance to talk to you and I hope you didn't mind—"

"You said my Audi RS3 is safe?" she faked concern. "You know when you told me the address I wanted to come with my Audi e-tron GT, but then my hubby, you know," she waved dismissively as if it was nothing. "He knows my love for the car and told me not to take it for unimportant meetings such as this." she smiled as if she was relishing the moment.

Patrick felt a vein pop in his head and then several others. "Amy, I was talking here—" She searched for something in her pocket.

"Don't bother paying the bill; we have so much that we've run out of ways to use it. Please, the bill is on me." Then she stood up and clapped to get the attention of everyone. "People, don't bother, the bill is on me, eat your fill." She sat down and through her eyelashes, she could see the disbelief all over Patrick's face. "Oh, did I tell you about this new model about to come? It's very awesome, the interior, goodness when I first saw it," she fanned her face. "You don't know the feeling…" then she stopped immediately, her brows furrowed as lines formed on her head. "Oh my, you must be wondering where my manners are, I am very sorry, I should have started by answering the common question, where did I see it?" The hopeful look that had flashed on his face was quickly replaced by an ambiguous one. Was he in a dream? "As I have said I have very many privileges, so, don't forget the whole world is at my mercy. Hmm," she scoffed. "And imagine people have the audacity to question my husband's power. Some people are plain stupid." She clicked her tongue and shook her head as if she despised the very idea of it forgetting that she was even talking about cars.

"Amy—"

"Yes, yes, I know it's getting very late, I don't fancy the idea of the gates of my villa being opened at this time of the night," she signaled a waiter to come closer. "Here," she handed her the black card that had the diamond and gold in it shining in the room's dim lights as well as the name Royale and Jeff William near the edge which was glowing.

"Is…is that the… the Dubai First Royale…" he gulped. "Card?"

Amy shrugged. "I don't know." It was true, since when did cards concern her, all she knew was that it was black and she could do anything with it." Even the waiter looked reluctant to receive the card agitating Amy. "You, I have a warm bed waiting for me," she placed the card forcefully in his hand. "It has no password, now hurry up, will you?"

"Yes…ma'am," the waiter stuttered before scurrying off. Geez, these people, what was into the card that even Patrick hadn't gotten over the initial shock?

"What, never seen a black card before?" she asked plainly not knowing that the fact that she acted coolly even made the shock hit Patrick really hard.

"It has no password?" was the only thing that came from his mouth.

What, was he planning to steal it? "I don't know, even if I drop it here today I am sure I'll still find it here, it just never gets lost and nobody ever uses it," she shrugged, well, she had tried losing it on purpose to spike Jeff but somehow the card just made way back to her bed the next morning and when she checked, it had no scratch and not used in any way.

The waiter returned and Amy got up. Then she looked at Patrick. "I can drop you off," she offered and then took back her offer, this man might be desperate and latch on to her goodwill, which wasn't the case. She was just anxious to flaunt her car in his face. "But no, I have to get home earlier; I hate to keep my hubby waiting." She smiled at him just for the sake of him and walked out.

As soon as she stepped out an anonymous figure in the shadows sent a video of what had happened in the restaurant. After a few minutes, he received a call. "Yes boss," he answered eagerly waiting to be praised for work well done, too much for hoping.

"Don't ever do that without my permission again! She is my wife and her privacy matters, is that clear?"

The guy nodded. "Yes, boss." On the other side of the line, Jeff sat on his swivel in his study, he was on cloud nine.