Chapter Two: Heartbreaker

Trevor "Let's break up." Amelia paused mid-bite, her face whipping up to meet mine. "What?" "Let's put an end to this relationship. It's over between us. We're done." "Shut up, Trevor. You're only pulling my leg, right?" She chuckled awkwardly, putting her spoon down. She realized I wasn't joking, and a frown pulled her brows together. She slammed her palms down on the table, hissing through her teeth. "You bastard! You promised I would be different." "You turned out not to be different, Amelia. I'm having no fun anymore. Everything is just too predictable." She smirked. "Let me guess, you have eyes for another woman, don't you? Or you've already been cheating with her behind my back?" I tapped a finger on the table. "One thing I'm not, Amelia, is a cheat. I don't double-date." She hissed. "What good is it? You go about breaking hearts in your wake. I pity the next woman who falls victim to your charms, Trevor." A subtle smile flickered across my mouth. "I know, right? I will wire enough funds to you as an apology." She dabbed at her mouth with the paper towel, grabbed her bag, and stood up. "I don't need your money," she said, her tone clipped. "You can keep it." My jaw twitched, a half-smile flashing across my mouth. "I'm glad you're taking this so well, Amelia. You've always been a big girl. It's a huge disappointment that we didn't work out." "Yeah," she nodded, scrunching up her nose. "But you're wrong. I don't take this well." She said that, and in the blink of an eye, her wine hit my face, drenching my suit shirt. A chorus of gasps erupted from the other patrons in the restaurant. I swiped my palm down my face, feeling the wine trickle down to my stained suit shirt. "Now, we're officially over, Trevor. It had been a nightmare dating you." Amelia glared at me and walked out. I rolled my tongue in my mouth, sitting rigidly in my seat. "Are you all right, Sir?" A waiter approached me, extending a towel. I took the towel from him, murmuring, "Thanks," and made my way out of the restaurant. I got into my car and zoomed off onto the highway at top speed. I maneuvered the car through the gates of my family's mansion a few minutes later, pulling to a halt. I got down from the car, throwing the key to the valet waiting nearby. He struggled for balance with the key briefly, but I didn't bother about it. Instead, I charged into the house amid respectful bows from the staff. "Welcome home, Young Master Trevor," the butler, James, greeted me as I walked in through the giant double doors. James had been the family butler since I was a kid. He's years older than my dad. If circumstances had been different, and he wasn't so busy, I would have preferred to have him as my family. My brother included, perhaps. Dad was cool-headed too sometimes, but not Grandpa. I would pick James over him anytime. James' eyes widened when he noticed the stains on my chest. "Oh, my. Young Master. Did you get into another fight?" I began to loosen the sleeves of my shirt as I walked towards the spiral staircase leading to the rooms. "I didn't." "Then, what happened–" "I need to get changed," I said over my shoulder, climbing the first stair. "You should do that quickly. The Chairman wouldn't be pleased to see you this way," James commented, then he left for another part of the house while I climbed the rest of the way up, heading to my room. "When has he ever been pleased with whatever I did?" I snorted. I undressed when I entered my room, kicking my trousers out of the way and padded the rest of the way towards the bathroom. I hit the shower, relishing the rush of the water against my face. I brushed my wet hair back over my head, heaving a sigh. "It's been a long day. Quite eventful." I turned off the shower and walked out with a crisp, white towel wrapped around my waist. Then I moved towards my dressing room, changing into comfortable t-shirt and shorts. I slipped into bed afterwards, propped a pillow behind my back, and pulled the blanket up to my waist as I sat. Then I surfed through my phone for anything interesting to while away the time before the torturous family dinner I had to endure tonight. "Amelia," I recalled, scrolling down to her contact on my phone book. "Good riddance!" I deleted her number. The girl was a sore to the eye. She failed to keep my interest long enough. I hated possessive and clingy girlfriends. It was a nightmare dating her too. I nodded in agreement to her statement, tsking. I exhaled, my chest heaving as I did. A knock on the door jolted me awake. I frowned, switching to the side of my face on the bed towards the door. I was sprawled out on the bed fast asleep after hours of playing video games on my laptop. Another knock, and James ducked his head through the entrance. I sat up, rubbing a palm down my sleepy face and stifling a yawn. "What is it?" I grumbled. "Young Master, you're getting late for dinner. Everyone is present, but you." I hissed, the corner of my mouth twitching. "Okay. I will be there." I angled my chin at James. James closed the door after him. "You always have to be reminded of everything like a child," Grandpa chided as I joined them in the dining room, cutting through his steak. I ignored him, pulling out a chair for myself and sitting beside my brother. Mom and Dad were sitting opposite us, while Grandpa sat at the head of the table. Mom, as always, looked regal in her outfit. "Never taking responsibility but busy going about causing troubles for those who are ready to." Grandpa clucked his tongue. I began to eat, chewing slowly. "Are you not the one I'm talking to?" He barked at me. Everyone stopped eating at Grandpa's outburst. "That wasn't talking, Grandpa. You were rebuking me." I looked at him. "Trevor," Mom hissed through her breath. Grandpa glared at me. "Scandals and riling me up are all you are ever good for!" He beckoned to one of the attendants waiting by and took the tablet from him. He flashed the latest news headlines on the screen at me. Of course, it's about me. Infamous Lawoil Heir splashed with wine in the face following another breakup. Grandpa retracted the tablet, handing it back to the attendant, who returned to his position. "Perhaps it's a good thing you broke up with her," Grandpa said, dabbing the side of his mouth with a napkin. I raised an eyebrow. Grandpa never supported my actions. "You will be getting married soon." "What?" That was Dad, echoing my reaction to Grandpa's announcement. Everyone at the table looked shocked at the news, all heads turned towards him. "You will be marrying the heiress of Holden Group. It's about time you start contributing to the money you love spending."