The Billionaires Desires novel Chapter 114

Hillary’s POV

I drove back home in anger going to confront Miguel. This time, he has really gone too far. He is not only playing games with me and sabotaging my relationship, but he is also joking with my sanity and this is where I draw the line. I don’t know how he did it, but I know that he did something to make that guy look exactly like Nathan and I won’t sit still and let him drive me insane, I won’t allow that. I drove at a terribly high speed, going above the normal speed limit, ignoring every red light I come across. I got home in record time, I jumped out of the car, then I imputed the security code and went  into the house, 

“Miguel!!!” I yelled out in anger, shouting at the top of my voice.

“Come down here you BASTARD!!!” I cried furiously as I ran up the stairs to search for him. I checked his room but he wasn’t there, I searched around the house, going into every room, searching the garage and kitchen, but I couldn’t find anyone in the house, it was completely empty. I should have known that he would not be here, he must have gone to our hotel to meet up with the girls. I guess I wasn’t thinking straight I would have realized that I wouldn’t meet anyone at home by this time of the day. He had been on my case today, I guess that is why I thought that I would meet him here. The bastard, I know he is just trying to avoid me but I won’t let him get away with this, no. I’ll make him pay for this, I won’t let him drive me crazy, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.

I got back into the car and zoomed off once more, this time my destination is our hotel and my aim is the same as ever, I’m going to kill Miguel Hartford, I’ll make him regret ever messing with my head. How could he be so mean and evil, how could he remind me of Nathan when he knows how difficult it was for me to move on with my life after I lost Nathan. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped up the busy road, ignoring everything and everyone. I was not paying attention to the signs on the dashboard, I did not realize that I had run out of gas. I was a few miles away from the hotel when my car went off, it went off so suddenly and the guy behind me could not hit the breaks on time. He hit me from behind, forcing the airbags out, making my car roll out of control as it hits an electric pole on the road. Some rushed to my location and yanked my door open, dragging me out of the car. I had a little concoction but it cleared in a few minutes and the anger returned immediately. The guy in the other car scolded me for being the cause of the accident, he stayed a few minutes to make sure I was okay, then he drove off from the scene, leaving me stranded on the road. I guess he could see that I wasn’t looking good and I wasn’t responding to his questions like he wants me to. He figured it was best to leave me to my anger and I must say that he made the right decision, I’m in no mood for chitchats, I’m out for blood and it’s Miguel's blood. 

I would have called one of the girls to come to pick me up, but I was too angry to think straight, so I decided to walk down to the hotel because it wasn’t too far from where my car broke down. I put on my heels and I took my purse and phone from the car, then I banged the car door so hard, harder than necessary. I faced the road and started walking down to the hotel in my ridiculously high heels that wasn’t made for walking long distances. I looked like a fucking lunatic right now and it’s all his fault, it’s all Miguel’s fault. I stomped angrily in my heels, trying to get there as fast as possible. I was sweating profusely and breathing so hard and fast, but I didn’t mind all that, as long as I get there soon and faced that dimwit. I was getting close, I could see the hotel up ahead, I just have to walk forward a little, then I’ll cross over to the other side of the road. I kept stomping forward until I got to the spot where I need to stand and crosstown the other side of the road. I got more agitated and furious as I got to that spot, I just can’t wait to lay my hands on Miguel and beat some sense into him. As I crossed the busy road to the other side, I stepped on the lid of a drainage system and my heels got stuck in the lid, making me groan angrily as I yelled out his name in frustration, 

“MIGUEL!” 

I screamed at the top of my voice while struggling to free my heels from the lid that held me hostage and kept me going after that bastard. I tried and tried but it refused to come out, then I pulled at it so hard, and it came out, or should I say, part of it came out. The heel stayed stuck in the drainage lid, but the upper part came off, making me limp the remaining distance with one heel. I cursed and swore out loud as I walked into the hotel looking like a complete lunatic. The staffers looked at me in surprise, I guess they think that I’d finally gone cray-cray.

‘Oh my God, Hills, what the hell happened to you?”  Becky asked me in shock when she spotted me coming out of the elevator. 

“Where is he, where the hell is that bastard?”