My Baby’s Daddy Is Mr CEO

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Oliver paced around in his office while Sammy stood watching him. He was restless and uncomfortable. “Calm down Oliver, I don’t think it is a good idea for you to go over there, think about it… the next flight would be at night and you won’t make it there on time,” Sammy warned him. “Then just book me a private Aircraft!” he yelled. “How am I supposed to do that, have you checked your account balance? Booking a private aircraft would cost a lot and you can’t afford losing so much money at a time like this, believe me Oliver, it won’t end well.” “Then what the fvck am I supposed to do?!” he yelled in frustration. “You have sent her name to all the airports in London right? Well just relax and hope they find her when she alights, then they will simply put her on a return flight and bring her back to you.” “What if she doesn’t agree to come back, you know they can’t force her right?” Oliver queried. “Well, let’s hope that such a thing doesn’t happen, but in the case it does, you can arrange for someone to keep an eye on her till you get there,” Sammy advised. “You are right, I will make some calls to London so that someone can keep an eye on her the moment she is found in any airport.” Oliver hated the fact that he was treating her like a prisoner, but he did not want to lose her, he wanted her back by all means possible. He brought out his phone and made a few calls related to the Aria disappearance issue, then he went back to pacing front and back in the office. “Aria, where are you honey bunny, please come back to me,” he muttered to himself. * * * * * * * * * The plane finally landed and Aria sighed in relief. That was her first time on an aircraft, she had been awake throughout the flight as she was unable to fall asleep, unlike her baby who slept for most of the journey.

She came down from the plane with the other people on board and headed to the counter to clear her luggage. She got there only to find out that a search was going on, the airport officials were checking all the passengers ID cards. Aria wondered if this was the way they did things or perhaps there was a problem. It got to her turn and she handed over her ID card, the female staff checked the ID card with scrutinizing eyes and Aria’s heart started to beat loudly. After a few minutes of suspicion, the lady gave her back the ID card. She walked to where she had to pick up her luggage and did so, then she went to the lounge to wait for the cab that was coming to pick her up. She was glad that the security personnel had not discovered her. She had made use of her old ID card before she got married to Oliver, so her last name there was McQueen, instead of Gomez. Only if she knew that it was what had saved her. Oliver had sent the name Arianna Joanna Gomez to the airport but Arianna’s ID card bears Arianna Jane McQueen, due to some complications when she requested for the ID card and she never cared to go and fix it. Few minutes later, her phone rang and it was the driver calling. The driver that had been sent to pick her up, she answered the call and he informed her that he was waiting outside the airport, he could not drive in due to the crowd caused by the search team. Arianna had to walk out with her luggage and not long after, she saw him. Actually, he saw her first then called out to her. “Hello Madam, welcome to the United Kingdom,” he said with a smile and opened the car back door. “Thank you,” Aria replied and smiled. She walked into the car with her baby and he closed the door, then he helped them put their things in the booth and drove off. “Madam, if you need me to do anything like adjust the AC or something, you can let me know, I will be happy to help,” he said. “No dear, that won’t be necessary, I am fine like this,” she refused politely. “Alright then madam.”

Aria sat in silence, staring out of the window in admiration. London was really a beautiful place with shiny lights, it was not too better than Las Vegas but it had taller buildings, fewer casinos and more snow. She stared out to the beautiful sky and inhaled deeply. The scent of fresh air, the feeling that accompanied migration; it engulfed her and made her lose all the pain, hate and anger she had been harboring in her heart. She felt lightheaded as the fresh air flew into her nostrils, bringing along a sensation that she loved. The cab driver did not need to ask her the location, he had already been informed by the couple whom Aria was planning to stay with. Aria thought about home and the people she had left behind, this was a new beginning for her. She wondered if she would achieve her goals of coming here, and if she did, would she ever go back home? She thought about Oliver and the time they spent together; both the happy moments and the sad ones. She felt like crying, she hoped she would be able to forget him and move on but how was that possible when Princess was there with her. With her eyes as gray as her father’s, her sweet smile and black hair. She was probably never going to forget Oliver, not with this child around her all the time. Arianna checked the time, it was evening already. She had arrived at the airport by five am for the early morning flight and it was now past five pm, she had been on air for roughly eleven hours and who knows how long she would have to spend on the road. She was already weak and tired but she tried to keep her eyes open, she did not like falling asleep on journeys especially when she had no family or friends accompanying her. Finally, she arrived at her step aunt’s house. She felt like crying the moment she stepped down from the car, she glared at the house and wished she would walk in to see Rosie or even Oliver. But that was not likely to happen, because those people were kilometers away. The driver brought out her stuff and kept them on the doorstep, then he bade her farewell and drove off.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Aria guessed that he must have already received his payment, he had left her behind without even waiting for her to confirm that she was at the right place. She stared at the building, it was a moderate one, not too old and not too new. The type made of red bricks, it certainly was not one of the best houses in London, but she would give it an average. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Just then her baby began to cry, she turned around to find her bottle in one of the bags, it was almost empty but she inserted it in the baby’s mouth anyway. That should stop her from crying. “You should come in and breastfeed her instead, she must be hungry,” a voice took her by surprise. She turned back to the door immediately and came to face a middle aged woman, with brown curly hair. Her eyes were like the sky and her wrinkled face was still worth staring at. “Aunt!” Arianna called out and she smiled. “Welcome to London Aria!” she replied and hugged her with the baby.