Chapter 3 Unpleasant Morning

It was nerve wracking, that Freyja didn't even feel herself already backed on the wall, the taller figure caging her in between the walls. His eyes were captivating that he could put her in trance so easily, his hand lifting her chin and pulling her face close to his.

"Hmm..I'm sure you know that I am not a prodigal man. Not a predator that preys witb every rich women I see. I will not stand in your way as the heir of an 'empire', I'm only here because it's my life brought me here. If I ever knew things will turn out like this I could have choosed—"

Freyja had her palm flat out on his face. This man had no shame left and even trying to explain himself, even trying to seduce her just right out of her mother's office where she can walk in at the wrong moment.

"Fuck off. I want you out of this house, out of my sight!"

She shouted at his face before pushing him away, not even a word more of his shamelessness.

If she knew things would turn like this, she should never have gone home and set her main office overseas! Her headache from the night was way too massive that she can affirm that smashing her head to the wall will be the best way to relieve the pain, and to jog her memory off. She'd like to forget, or maybe wake up, that all these things never happened at all.

She stormed out of the hallway and on the way to her room upstairs. Freyja threw herself onto her bed and loosened her bun along the way, letting her long auburn locks spread against the sheets, arm resting on her head. Fuck it, her headache was pulsating. She was sure that it was from the stress of her family, not from the jetlag of the flight.

"Ah, dammit. I'd rather work myself to the bone right now!"

She hated remembering that the rest of her week was scheduled to bond with her brother and mother, but now there's gonna be one annoying leech as an add on.

"I should've stayed as the London branch executive forever than this."

.....

The stress surely had gotten her into some level, that she slept through the night like a log still on her corporate clothes and stockings on. Still a bit groggy, but her headache was gone. Now that she remembered that she's on her room, that immediately put a bitter taste on her lips.

" Dammit."

The curse was her first word in the morning, jumping out of her bed and on the way to her personal bathroom to at least wash off the make up on her face. She looked horrible, that eyeliner smeared and her foundation loose. She can only pray that acne won't flood her face after she left the makeup on her face overnight, the next weeks are gonna be devoted for her conference appearance.

She did her thing, the cold water splashing on her face surely enough to wake her up. Being a woman that she is, she's meticulous on her appearance. She had dedicated money for it, the self care being his best form of spoiling herself rather than collecting designer items. After all, beauty is the best priced possession a woman can have.

She's already near her thirties in just a few years, hoping to age gracefully like her mother. For all the years it felt like Frigga never aged, at the tender age of fourty six, a leader of an estate empire and a mother of two adults now, she seemed to stop aging at her mid twenties. No trace of wrinkles was even on Frigga's face, the only deficit that is visible for her age was the growing amount of gray hair that she's embracing proudly. And that's the beauty that Freyja aspired to be.

Wiping her face with the clean towel lying around, she went back for a fresh change of clothes, picking a plain rose colored blouse and cream slacks, paired with a small gold necklace and pearl earrings. Her last piece was the cream court shoes, standing tall on the heels. Its only breakfast, but modest clothing was a must, and the thing her mother had always instilled in her mind. To be always prepared for your clothes, be ready anytime for business and guests that can arrive like an ambush, so you don't have to scramble around for a change that will waste one's time.

"I sure do hope they're just out for a goddamn morning walk."

She went out of her room, going downstairs only to see a disgusting sight of the couple—and his brother sitting and giggling along as he chewed his food, drowned in their giggles.

Ah, his poor little brother Freyr.

Always silent, only talking, even laughing when he was told to. He's always a momma's boy that will always favor and do what their mom wanted, and he must be regretting the oath he honored her as a way of being a man of the house after their father left them at a young age. It must have hurt Freyr that he didn't know about the marriage but still had to be happy, he was sent by their mother to a business school in the far west to further equip him to handle the growing investment of the construction firm of their business. Just like her he could have expected a normal dinner last night, only to be ruined and have their focus on their new 'father'.

He must have felt betrayed deep down that their mother that he had devoted to still hadn't praised him after the hard time in business school. Freyr had the heart of an artist, but had to turn his back to maintain their family business. After all there's only three of them, and their future heirs are yet to be realized.

She went downstairs, clicking her heels loudly once again but now to announce her entrance, the two couples that were feeding each other stopped halfway with their attention turned on her.

"Good morning, Freyja!"

His voice already ruined her morning, along with that big smile that she wanted to rip off his face. She didn't know whether those smiles from him were genuine, or only to be showcased to either annoy her first thing, or to gain approval from her mother.

Or it could be both, the man was good at smiling with many meanings behind it.

"Morning."

She timidly replied, taking a plate and sitting just beside her brother to join him. As if they just waited for her announcement to die down, the giggles came back. It was tedious, ear bleeding so she needed a way to kill the buzzing noise. Like a woman without manners and amnesia from her etiquette classes, she started clunking her utensils out loud while eating that the noise was louder than them, making sure each scoop and cut of the knife and fork will hit the delicate china so well that she might even just break it.

"Freyja."

Her mother caught the intentional early attitude of hers and stared at her smirking face. She did it, she finally stopped them and the sprinkle on top of annoying them too. Maybe fate can side with her after all!

"Freyja, you're eating too loud." That was her second scold, and she didn't care—she just kept eating in the loud manner that she very much enjoyed.

"Freyja!"

Her last call was parallel to her last bite before she dropped the utensils up in the air, breaking the expensive plate into two uneven pieces. Ah, what a perfect representation!

That's it. Take the message to break the fuck up like the plate!

"Thanks for the grace."

She stood up urgently, with that victorious smile on her face and stomach full of food. They were all stunned by her early attitude, the strict and modest daughter breaking plates early in the morning surely is a new face. It was funny, seeing them wide eyed and perplexed, and she'll surely keep that up in the rest of that attitude until both of them get fed up.

She stood up urgently, with that victorious smile on her face and stomach full of food. They were all stunned by her early attitude, the strict and modest daughter breaking plates early in the morning surely is a new face. It was funny, seeing them wide eyed and perplexed, and she'll surely keep that up in the rest of that attitude until both of them get fed up.

Still keeping up her attitude, she walked away. Truth to be told she had nowhere to go and no schedule set for the day. Well, there is a spa day for them, but she really ain't going with Sebastian on board, might as well consider it cancelled. Maybe killing time in her office will be better, or perhaps she can meet up with her friend.

"Ellie?" She called one of the personal assistants under her that also accompanied her overseas.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Can you try and set a schedule with Hiro's assistant, possibly a schedule this afternoon? I do miss my friend."

"Will do ma'am. I'll call back when there's a confirmation of the schedule."

"Thanks."

Freyja ended the call, a bit excited and hopeful for his friend to respond.

Her childhood friend, Akihiro Suzuki—or Hiro for his stage name. Part japanese, a popular actor, a matinee idol in his youth. He was the face of the known movies, the endorser of high paid products. They were friends since they were kids in a small kindergarten downtown, technically growing up together. She knew Hiro was a busy man too, being an actor and maintaining his face isn't an easy job. Well, both of them were so busy that both of them always needed an assistant that can fix their schedule to meet, and by today, it will be a miracle if he confirms his appearance. They have been apart and only communicating in phone calls, and once visited her in London when he had a movie shoot at the location.

Nevertheless, he was the closest person she can call a friend, she'll badly need to rant to him about the stupid marriage her mother was in.

Her phone buzzed again, with her assistant on line.

"Mr. Hiro is only available until 10AM this morning ma'am, he has a commitment in the afternoon. He gave it a go to meet you at Rezmus' Cafe if that's aligning on your plans."

"Tell him I'm on the way."