CATHEDRAL'S POV

" Booo, Smart-pants-always-on-a-mission can't even win a simple fifa game!" Jason shouted making my ears bleed.

We had been playing fifa since past three hours! And believe me, when I say this man who runs a whole freaking company, still plays fifa and does an actual victory dance after winning a stupid round.

" Hey, cut me a slack. I haven't spent my entire high school playing fifa and sweating at football!" I protested.

We had ditched work today or Jason had forced me to stay at home with him and relax. I was really eager and excited to work on the new project. The VC project was almost completed without much complications. Xavier had came by to pick some files up and checked up on me. He looked messed up and overworked when he came by. I liked his company as a friend, it was an honour for me to be surrounded by people who are great at business. There has been so much to learn from both Jason and Xavier. They are both smart working and business oriented people, but the only problem was, both can be real pain in the ass.

" Just accept you have poor reflexes!." Jason whined as picked up a bottle of chilled beer sitting on the table, sweating.

" I DO NOT HAVE POOR REFLEXES!" I shouted on the top of voice as I snatched the beer bottle. I pulled it to my mouth and drank more than I could handle.

Uh-uh, Not a good thing to get drunk before an important office event. I choked and coughed on the beer. I took deep breaths and calmed down while Jason stroked my back.

" Breathe Cathedral...You know you are right that you don't have poor reflexes. In fact your reflexes are almost too strong that they are impulsive." He could barely control his laugh while speaking.

I threw the controller at him...., proving him right!

" Mind it Wes!" He said and sprinted towards the controller. Picking it up, he held it in the air rotating it looking like as he was inspecting it for injuries.

" Jason it is practically vintage! Just throw it out!"

Why to unnecessarily keep stuff that is garbage!

" Wes you have offended me! Then why is my old jacket hanging in your closet which are practically vintage?" He asked me throwing out the leftover chinese take out.

" That is totally a different case! You put it over me when we went on the hills!" I exactly remember the moment. As I closed my eyes for a second, I could feel the mild sun on my face and cool winds blowing against our bodies. His lips hovered over my ear and arms encircled my waist ,

" You mean the world to me and I want to see all of it with you."

" Exactly my point! I saved for months when I was 17 to buy this." He said as he brought the controller closer and kissed it. And he says that I am dramatic!

" Okay I get it. Now as I remember we have an important event to be at in exactly....two hours and forty-six minutes, so excuse me. You are not allowed to use our room so might as well find another room to get ready love." I told him as I checked the time on my phone and dragged myself off the couch to our room.

I took a calming bath, washed my hair. I was having help over here for my hair and makeup. I had called my friend Ricky Miller, whom I met at one of my dad's show-off party.

I was taking out the dress from my closet when I heard the bell rang.

" Good Evening, I am Shakira Estona. Mr Miller sent me to do your hair and make-up. So let's start shall we?" She spoke too fast for my liking. I simply nodded my head. She gestured me to sit on the chair before the mirror.

It felt like hours of torture sitting on the chair when your hair is being pulled from all the directions and brushes are shoved in your face. I had told Shakira to keep it light. Finally, the pain was over. She turned the chair and I faced the mirror opening my eyes.

My reflection looked like a magic wand had been waved over me. The make-up was kept light but the most attractive part of it was the glittery thing she had done across my eyes. My hairs were pulled into a fancy bun with french braids. The dress I wore did justice to my very insignificant curves. To summarize it, I looked great!

I kept admiring myself in the mirror until I saw Jason's reflection, leaning against the door stilt, looking like a greek god in his black tuxedo. His hair was gelled back and he had shaved clean adding to his chiseled jawline. A classic smirk playing on his lips, making me bite my lip to control my thoughts and urges.

" What do you think sir, how does your wife look?" Shakira turned to Jason. She thought I was his wife!

" My wife looks sinfully hot." He smirked focusing his attention on me. I kept looking at him and did not even notice that Shakira had left after cleaning the mess.

" Like what you see?" He asked as I moved from the door to stand right behind me and whispering in my ears.

" Love" I said.

" Love what I see." I continued and turned to him. My lips parted against his. His hand clutched my waist tightly.

" Jason, we have to go." I said and moved away from him and grabbed my clutch and phone. He still stood there gawking at me. I pulled him by his tie to the elevator, locking the door in the process.

" So the papers were signed yesterday?" I asked him as he drove.

" Yes, I and him signed it yesterday at his place.." He said.

" Jason?" I called him turning towards him as he turned slightly towards me while he focused on the road.

" Yeah?"

" Don't you think it's a little odd that a London based businessman will come all the way to New York, just to build a cafe? I mean, it could have been in London. And for building a hotel in London, why come all the way here?" I was curious about Xavier Knight.

" Are you aware of their family history?" He questioned me.

" All I know that they had a rivalry with us." I answered.

" They were competition to our company about thirty years ago, but they had some family problems, the elder son of the house Preston Knight along with his wife Arianna Knight were involved in the car accident along with their daughter. All died, the only person left alive was their elder son." He explained. I took some time to absorb it, that means- omg!

" Oh my god-Xavier Knight?" I was shocked.

" Yes, when this news spread the company went bankrupt and remained until Xavier stepped in. Salute to that man's hard work and determination." He said as we had reached. The guards came and opened the door for us and we stepped out.

The interior was decorated in black and silver. There was a huge crowd of business people around the hall.

" How many people do you know?" I asked him looking around searching for a familiar face.

"About everyone, let's get hold of Xavier first." He told to me, holding me by my waist and pulling me closer.

We scanned through every inch of the hall but couldn't find Xavier anywhere, so we decided to grab some drinks.

" So, Cathedral Weston is out, attending an event, Finally!" A voice squeaked behind us. I turned to the source of the voice and saw a lady, in her mid-twenties wearing a gorgeous purple dress. She had a perfect figure for a model and her long brown hair with purple highlights flowed to her waist. She was definitely a model. Had to be.

" Good evening to you, I am sorry, but do I know you?" I tried to be polite.

" Rachel Chasemen, I work for victoria's secret." She pulled out her hand.

" Cathedral Weston, not that you already didn't know. Nice to meet you." I shook her hand firmly.

" Rachel." Jason whispered. I looked at him while he looked at Rachel, there was something I was missing.

" Jay-bear." She squeaked and smiled flirtingly at him, wait what?

" Jay-bear?" I was confused and looked at Jason and then Rachel, waiting for an explanation.

" We were the power couple in high school." Rachel explained.

" Decade ago, anyways Rachel meet my girlfriend Cathedral." Jason was a very possessive man, what to say!

" She is your girlfriend?" She chuckled and looked at Jason with Are-you-serious look.

" And what is so funny in it?" Jason voice laced with fury. I knew this would go wrong and the decorum in here would be disrupted. I spotted Xavier near the stage.

" Excuse me we have some real job to do." I said sarcastically as I pulled Jason with me.

" Why did you pull me out here? Didn't you see she was insulting you an-"

" And I don't care about her opinion, she is not the mother of you to approve your girlfriend." I explained to him walking towards Xavier.

" Good evening Xavier." I said and he turned towards us.

" Cathedral, Jason, I was not expecting Cathedral here." He turned to Jason as blaming him for bringing me here.

" I am perfectly fine Xavier and I came here on my will. Now about the business, can I schedule our meeting for tomorrow?" I asked them.

" Tomorrow is fine by me." Xavier looked at Jason.

" Yeah, tomorrow is okay." Jason nodded.

" Okay then I will contact your assistants, what is this fundraiser exactly about?" I asked making a mental note to call their assistants to put this on their schedule.

" Orphan children." Xavier replied with no emotions in his voice.

" Well, anyways enjoy the party." Xavier continued and excused himself.

We proceeded towards the tables and sat on one drinking champagne that was passing by. Jason got engaged in a conversations with one of his old buddy. It was really getting mundane sitting and listening to something I don't even understand.

" Jason, I'll be back in a minute, I need some air." I whispered into his ears.

" Do you want me to come with you?" He asked.

" No I'll be fine. I'll call grandy and grammy." I moved into the open gardens with perfectly trimmed grass and blooming purple flowers. I took out my phone and dialed my grandy. He picked up in just three rings.

" Hey Zach, howdy?" I tried to speak in a pure american accent. My grandy may live in London but he is an american at his heart.

" Oh so you are not dead, I am fine Lady Weston, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I could tell the sarcasm in his voice, it had been really long since I had called him or grammy. He had always called me Lady Weston since I had been a child.I was the only girl born in my family from the last two generations.

" Hey grandy, do I need a reason to call my favorite oldie in this whole world?" I asked him sitting by the bench under the big leafless tree.

" I think I misheard you, first who did you call an oldie, and second 'I am sorry grandpa, I've not called you in so long to check if you are dead or alive' apology got stuck in your throat?" Grandy could be so much more than melodramatic at sometimes.

" Yeah yeah my dear grandfather, I am sorry that I haven't called you in so long, happy now?" I asked him.

" Grandfather? Really? That is so British of you Cathedral." He complained.

" Okay grandy but grammy is also British and you live in London, remember?" I reminded him. My grandmother is British and my grandparents met when Grammy was in New York for studying, they fell in love, got married and had dad and moved to Seattle. They currently live in London because grammy insisted.

" Yeah I know, but Lady Weston when were you going to tell us about young Mr Blake?"

Uhh......

We talked about everything from me getting involved with Jason to my grammy's bad cooking. I was wandering about when I received a call from Jason.

" Everything okay?" I asked.

" Yeah, I have to go to the office there is an urgent need of a particular document. I'll drop you home."

" No I'll come with you to the office. I'll help you and Jason Blake do not argue with me." I warned him and quickly wore my heels and walked in the hall. I searched for Jason and found him instantly.

" Shall we Miss Don't-dare-to-defy-me ?" He gave me his hand.

" Stop giving me stupid names Mr I-always-overwork-myself" I took his hand.