THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 85: DRUNK DELIRIUM

Chapter 85: DRUNK DELIRIUM

Ace drove into his own house, and haphazardly parked the car.

He alighted, and practically ran into the living room where Marilyn, and Alice had rushed to welcome him.

"Where’s Fay?" He asked.

"Fay? She went with you to dinner. We’ve not seen her yet," Marilyn said, looking at Alice to check if she had an alternate answer.

"True. Is everything alright, Sir?" Alice asked.

He ran past them, taking the stairs two at a time, until he arrived at Fay’s room.

Pushing the door open, he stepped in, but it was only her scent that welcomed him. The woman who had the scent was nowhere to be found.

"I’ve looked through the roads, stopped at restaurants, everywhere! Where the hell are you Fay!" He almost screamed the roof down, as he turned around, and walked back to the living room.

"Sir Ace, is Mrs Fay missing?" Marilyn asked.

"What do you think? We were just at dinner, and suddenly I couldn’t find her anywhere. I thought she must have returned home, but it doesn’t look like that either!" He said, palming his forehead in frustration.

"I understand how you feel, but you need to calm down a little bit. If you don’t, you won’t be able to think straight," Alice said.

"Oh I can think straight alright? I’ve never thought straighter. I just want to find Fay. It’s bad enough that she could be anywhere at all. What if she’s lost and doesn’t know her way around? I should call the police," he said, turning his head in search of his phone.

"Maybe it’s in your pocket?" Marilyn suggested, never seeing him this disorientated before.

He muttered a thank you, and reached into his pocket for his phone. He was about to dial the police when the gate opened again, and a car drove in.

Cam pulled out, to open the door for Ace’s mother, but Gabrielle had already flung the door open, and stepped out of the car.

"Any news yet? We’ve searched around, but didn’t find her," she said, running into the house.

"No..I was just about to call the police," Ace said.

"Yeah, you should do that. It should have been the first thing we did. Why didn’t I think of it," she said, her lips quivering.

"Ma’am Gabrielle, should I get you some hot Cocoa. You look cold!" Alice asked, worriedly.

"Thanks Alice, but it’s just the weather. Nothing too deep. At least the rain isn’t falling anymore. Oh God!" She suddenly gasped. "Did this rain catch-up with Fay? What if she’s drenched by it? We have to call the police now!" She said, her throat thick with tears.

"I’m on to it," Ace said, punching in a number. Before he could tap on the dial icon, his phone rang.

It was an unknown number. He was going to ignore it when his brain communicated that it could be Fay. His eyes bulged, and he quickly answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Is this Ace Atticus?" A voice which sounded familiar asked.

"Yes it’s him. Why?"

"I’m Leighton."

"Leighton? Leighton wh—oh, doctor Leighton?" He snapped, remembering Dr Nice like Sophie would call her.

"Yes, Doctor Leighton. I got your number from the chief."

"Oh, okay. Why?"

"It’s about your wife."

"Fay?"

"What about Fay?" His mother stepped forward, with widened, curious eyes.

"Has she been found?" Alice, grabbing Marilyn’s hand, asked.

"Oh thank you God," Marilyn muttered a prayer of gratitude.

"Yes, Fay. I want you to know she’s safe with me. We found her on the road, in the rain, but she’s fine now. She’s currently sleeping. I’ll call you in the morning for information on her whereabouts. After we must have run a couple of tests on her, of course, and ascertained that she’s fine."

"Wait! What are you talking about? Why can’t you tell me where she is now? Tell me and I’ll come pick her up myself!"

"I’m sorry, but I just can’t. Like I said, I have to ascertain that she’s fine. She was heavily drenched by the rain. If I may ask, how come you didn’t know your wife disappeared?"

"What do you mean I didn’t know? I’ve spent the last hour searching everywhere for her. It’s not a situation I can discuss over the phone. I need to see Fay."

"What are they saying? Was she kidnapped? Do they want money to release her?" Gabrielle panicked.

"God forbid! Fay would be fine. Right, Alice?" Marilyn asked her dearest friend.

"Yes she would be."

Ace ignored the hysteria happening behind him. He was more curious to know why doctor Nice was suddenly not so nice.

"I’m sorry, Ace. You must really be worried about her. Unfortunately, you’ll only be able to see her tomorrow. Rest assured she’s resting now. When she’s awake tomorrow, I’ll call you. Goodnight."

"Wait—"

The call ended before he could say any other thing.

Sighing, he turned around to face the three other people he knew were just as worried about Fay’s disappearance, as he was.

"That was doctor Leighton," he began to explain.

"The pretty doctor from the hospital?" Marilyn asked.

"Fays childhood best friend?" Alice added.

"Yes to all of that," Ace replied, before his mother could add another question.

"She said she found Fay wandering in the rain."

"That bastard! It’s because of what he tried to do to her. She must have been really traumatized!" Gabrielle seethed.

"What happened?" Marilyn asked.

"That isn’t important. The doctor didn’t tell me where she was. I don’t think she’d be at the hospital either, hence, how comfortable she is withholding information on her whereabouts. She said she’ll call tomorrow morning when Fay is awake. I don’t think I can wait till then," he said, going towards the door.

"Where are you headed, son?"

"To keep my mind off my wife until she returns," he said, and walked out of the room.

He went straight to the car, and drove it out of the gate that had opened up the second they saw him come out of the room.

His mind was filled with thoughts of Fay. Doctor Leighton had said she found her in the rain.

Seeing that her shoes were left in his room, she must have been barefooted.

What was she thinking walking around in the rain, barefooted?

Many things could have gone horribly wrong.

He was so pissed at her nonexistent sense of danger. But at the same time,.sad about the situation.

It was in a way, his fault. If he had been able to fully convince her of how much he could protect her, she wouldn’t have panicked and ran away.

It was also the fault of that bastard. He meant every word he had said to his grandmother. If he ever chanced upon Carl again, it was going to be a bloodbath.

He slammed his steering with his fist over and over again. Things were getting way too messy. He needed a drink or two.

Driving to a spot, he stopped the car, and signaled for the valet to come forward.

"Sir Ace?" The older man said, instantly recognizing him.

"I need a bottle of whiskey," he said. Only then did he remember he didn’t have his wallet with him. His eyes fell on Fay’s purse. Hoping she carried her card. He searched and found it.

He would have to reimburse her as soon as he made it home, but for now, he couldn’t afford not to drink.

He paid for the whiskey which the valet provided, no questions asked, and drove off.

They were all greedy people. A person who cared would have been reluctant to give him a drink, when he was driving. But no one cared about anyone, and he sure did not care that they didn’t care about him.

As he drove, he drank straight from the bottle. Drenching himself in the weight of his problems.

Life was attacking him from all angles. His aunt who would do anything to make sure he ceased to exist. Now, his biggest problem was Fay.

She was slowly creeping into his system. Overturning everything he believed in. How long before she totally consumed him, and he was at her mercy?

He was supposed to be the strong one, yet look at how fast he crumpled when he realized she was missing.

The alcohol was starting to settle into his system. He had drunk a quarter of the bottle, but was still not satisfied.

He continued to drink until his vision went blurry. The road became twisted, but he knew his destination.

Completely and utterly drunk now, he arrived at the lake house.

He managed to honk, and the gate was opened for him. Instead of driving in, he got out of the car, too out of it to take the car into the compound.

Staggering forward, he made his way into the house. In a conscious part of his mind, he hoped the staff were sensible enough to drive the car in.

He made it to his bedroom in one piece. As he fell to the bed, he didn’t feel the warmth of his covers. Instead his chest landed on soft tissues. Very soft.

"Fay?" He called.

"Yes darling," he heard a voice answer.