Waking Up with a Ring on My Finger and a Bad Boy at My Side [16]

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Jake hit his fist against the doorframe as Heather came jogging towards him. "Look what I've found," she said, sounding a bit unsure if she should talk or not. When Jake turned towards her, she presented him with a ring. "It's an engagement ring, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and it's Sam's," he replied, taking the ring from her. Jake remembered it pretty well- the day that Brandon announced that he would be proposing to Sam. He showed him this ring. "Come on, we have to help find her."

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"This might seem like a ridiculous request," I said to Logan. Well, I didn't know if it was ridiculous or not. "But can you help me with something?"

"Sure, I'll try. What is it?"

"Err...everything?"

As I sat in this pile of mess I soon realized that I couldn't do this alone. It was impossible to fill at least 600 balloons with helium while managing the other decorations in less than 2 days. Arranging 30 feet of heavy silk fabric wasn't really an easy task either.

He got up from the chair and helped me with the balloons. "Are you always like this?" he said. "I mean, so...busy and stuff?" he said. I tied the green balloon to a ribbon. "My life is the same as anyone's," I answered carefully.

Well yeah, everyone must have a bitch who was trying to control over their life once in a while right? And sure, said bitch wouldn't be the only psychopathic wedding planner in the United States...right?

I've been in London for 2 days now, thankful that I had Logan by my side. I told him a bit about my situation (well, not about the wedding...of course)...particularly the fact that I accidentally left my handbag at home. He understood and offered to help me instantly.

I said I would pay for whatever kindness he presented to me. I meant it, even though he refused it. He was already 'helping' me enough, what with the 900k and everything.

POP!

"Daydreaming again?" Logan asked, grinning sheepishly. Crap, I left the balloon on the helium tank for too long. Flustered, I pointed to the streamers and asked him to hang it up on the walls. He climbed up the ladder and we continued talking then.

"So what about your talk show?" I asked, grabbing the scissors. He looked down at me oddly. "It's over...well, at least until next year where season 3 starts," he explained and I gave him the cellotape. "What about your business?"

"This is my business," I pointed out and he smacked his head on the wall, laughing. "Oh wow, that was a stupid question wasn't it?" he asked and I nodded teasingly.

"Now, let's stop joking around," I sighed. "We've got to finish this in less than 48 hours. If we can pull this off, then I'll give you a cookie."

Logan smiled to himself as he continued working with the streamers.

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Amber bursted into the room and nearly pounced on Brandon. "You! YOU!" she stated angrily, at lost for words. "Thank god Daniel is in Moscow right now or he'll force you to shit your own fucking head!"

Despite Amber's discomforting threatens, Brandon found himself unintimidated by her. His mind kept drifting off worriedly towards Samantha and her well being. No one spoke to her or found her in the past couple of days, not even her staff.

Brandon called her aunt, and now the woman was worried too.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking out of the window. He filed a missing person report, but he doubt that the police would be any help to them. He made his assistant call every airline company that was available in New York.

But all they did was say that those things were confidential and they couldn't tell him because it would break the company's policy. Brandon was getting sick, literally, just thinking about this. "Sir," a voice said nervously at the doorframe.

It was Josh Seabron's - the head of department of advertising - assistant, Sandra. "Mr. Seabron is confirming the flight to London due tonight," she said in a very tiny voice that Brandon had to strain his ears just to listen.

"Err, yeah. The details are on the table."

Amber glared at him. "You find her right now!"

"Amber," he started but when he turned his attention back to Sam's best friend, she had tears in her eyes. "If anything happens to her, I...I swear I'll kill you," she sobbed, rubbing her eyes vigorously and turning away.

"I am. I'm trying my best to find her and I WILL find her," he said determinedly, careful not to add, "Eventually" at the end of his sentence. His hands rolled into fists as he tried to stop himself from breaking down.

Samantha would be alright, he re-assured himself as he picked up his phone from the table. "Look, Amber I'm really sorry but I have a deal to close in London, and I need to check on things at my office there."

His client was really firm about meeting in London since she had this party to attend to or something of that sort. So why not have a surprise visit to the office there?

For some reason, the thought of going to London made him apprehensive...and guilty. Samantha's bag was still at home, but her cellphones and wallet was gone. So that means she could be anywhere in the world and Brandon never felt so depressed in his life.

God, he thought angrily to himself. How could he had been so stupid as to have that fight with her?