4- Let's Get A Divorce

"The runaway thief returns. How does it feel to be back home?" Nikolai laughed sarcastically, his composure leaving me speechless.

Dragged from the airport and back to the mansion, I don't expect he had even wanted to see me. As per my crime, I won't put it past him to throw me in the hands of the police officers with immediate effect.

It's scary how he's being humorous but he isn't taking it lightly either.

"I know what I did was wrong, alongside how much I failed both you and everyone else but I am deeply sorry. Look, I accept whatever punishment you choose for me." I told him as I stepped inside, my guilt soaring high on its peak.

"Anything?" He challenged, staring straight into my eyes.

"Anything." I nodded, voice flat.

Without a word, he turned around and I followed. I made sure there was enough distance between us, in case he loses it out of the blue and decides I wasn't worthy of his forgiveness.

He came to a stop when he reached his room and I did the same.

"Bring them in." He placed a call and those three words were all he said into the phone before hanging up. All the while, I can feel his burning glare eating up the other side of my face as I completely avoided his eye.

My mind went back to my sinful deed and I almost facepalmed myself. How could I be so stupid and shameless that I forgot this is an era of technology and for a man this wealthy, it's no news CCTV cameras are planted every corner.

I snapped out of whatever oblivion I was when two barely clothed ladies cat-walked past me and further into the room.

"Grab a chair. Watch me fuck these chicks senseless." He spat with so much venom and went to meet the said-ladies who are now laid on his bed, completely naked.

I didn't persuade him. Instead, I looked over my shoulder and truly, a guard was there to provide me a chair. I let out a long breath and sat, arms crossed.

However, my confidence increased as I remembered Mrs. Romano's statement from months ago.

His door was left open for me to conveniently watch the scene and that's what I did. I watched him pound them, one after the other.

Tortured, I rubbed my hand against my small stomach bump. "Dear child, your father is before my eyes sleeping with other women, isn't that pretty charming?"

His hiss, their moans, together with their accentuated sex noises reached climax, but when the time came for him to ejaculate, it all ended. He couldn't.

"He's dealing with a low sperm count. Whatever sperm he has left, was what he had poured into you." Refreshing my mind with Mrs. Romano's assurance, I stood, my face glistering with the biggest smile ever.

"Damn, you b*tches!"

"What have you done to me. Why can't I—shit!"

I heard him cussed and fussed before I stepped out of earshot and proudly left for my room.

I have no place in his heart. Nikolai's hatred for me is a bigger burn than that of a gasoline. I know he doesn't want me here, yet, he wouldn't let me leave.

Soon as I entered my room, a sudden heat engulfed me and just like that, I knew I had to get out of the house for a breath. How though?

My phone buzzed and I immediately fetched it out of my back pocket and opened the message.

Gwen: Up for a double date by 7pm?

At first, my brow cocked in doubt then I let out laugh. Gwen is inviting me to a double date with her?

Wait, let me get this straight. It was just earlier today when I sent her father's hospital bills in which I'm now suffering its repercussion at Nikolai's hands, and now what? She wants to go on a date?!

For someone who almost tore my ear off with her threats, she sure know how to pull a prank.

Me: Get lost.

She replied within minutes.

Gwen: Get lost? Fine. I guess that's my take to rat out your location to mother. And you know how she is, don't you? You wouldn't want that.

Eyes widening, my heart raced faster than ever before. "That little brat!" I gasped.

I took a deep breath and decided to turn off my phone, only for an address to pop up on my screen before I could even get anything done.

I need to think. Holy shit, I wasn't aware of when I placed my phone facedown and began to pace back and forth. Until an awful, overly tempting idea trapped my brain.

Yes, I could jest Nikolai with this. What more way to spite an unyielding man than a letter informing him I was out on a date with another man.

I didn't think any further when I hightailed it to my clothes-filled drawer and picked a wear, each and every one of them newly purchased by the infamous egocentric Nikolai freaking Romano.

~

I'm burning with regret.

From the moment we sat down, I knew I had rather have Gwen tell on me than be here. My date simply couldn't stop talking.

He continued to chatter away, from his job, his hobbies, down to his recent travels and favorite meals. I mean, he could have waited till I ask. Which I know I never will.

"It depends on my pay, maybe after four years, we can arrange our wedding. Oh, how I wish my mother isn't on her sick bed. Her sickness is costing me my last dime! And yes, let's speak about our future children's genders…" He jumped from topic to topic, barely pausing to take a breath.

I can't help sneaking glances at Gwen's date. A better choice than my dirty haired, pot-bellied forty-year-old date.

I gritted my teeth. I know he's Gwen's handiwork. She made him to be this on purpose and you know what's sad? It's the fact that it's too late to back out.

"We won't even speak about Dad's health?" I found myself looking completely away from Dennis, the middle aged men and towards Gwen.

"C'mon Serina," Whining, she reached under the table and kicked my leg. "Enjoy the moment, please. No dad-ish talk."

Before I know it, she's making out with her own date.

"Serina." Dennis called, reaching over and taking my hand in his. I quickly snatched it out of his grip and straightened. "You're forgetting the no touching rule."

I was able to ward him off, and my eyes averted to my untouched drink. My blood however boiled when he couldn't wait it out for at least five minutes when he started, once again.

"I must assure you, I'm a good man and certainly, with your beauty, we could make a good couple…" He slurred, licking the cream off his fingers and I almost snort as he continued.

"I accept you and the pregnancy likewise, I agree to take care of you but not your baby. As you can see, am still struggling to make ends meets. We can…"

An arched brow was what I gave in return.

"Why don't you find an animal to marry instead. Perhaps a dog?"

"What do you mean?" He immediately frowned.

"I mean good, Mr. Dennis. You won't even have to pay the bride price. Nor would it have you ranting in its ears about your salary that's never enough." I glared at him, breathing in sharply so I wouldn't snap at him.

While he stared at my face in shock, I sighed and closed my eyes.

"You know what? I've had enough." Without warning, I jerked to my feet, the drinks on the table almost toppling over as I stormed off.

I didn't listen to Gwen as she screamed for me to come back.

I finally got home and was headed inside the mansion for a good night rest, when I almost slammed into a wall.

Somehow, I looked up and was instead met with a furious face, owned by none other than Nikolai.

My stupid heart began to beat loudly as I take in his handsome face. Feeling lame, I sucked in a breath, and made to walk past him.

"Where do you think you're going?" One grasp at my arm was all it took for him to shove me back.

"I don't get to sleep?" I asked, almost wishing his touch had lasted longer against my skin. I must have gone crazy.

"Not when you'll be sleeping at somewhere else." He smiled evily.

"And where's that?" I let out a low chuckle, failing to understand him. He's flirting with me or could I be mistaken?

I won't be so surprised if my plan worked and he's now so jealous he wants me to sleep in his room.

"Dennis Roberto. Aged forty, an employee at Chick-fil-A. Finished at Brooklyn College. Net worth; a mere $4,000." He bit out through clenched teeth.

Shaking my head at him, I berated myself for thinking he was close to redemption. He got his hands on every tiny bit of my date's information despite his busy schedule, but I won't hurt myself again by thinking he's starting to show an ounce of care.

Tiredly, I made my way past him, internally grateful he didn't try to stop me this time around. I'm feeling so dizzy and need to catch some sleep.

"How much do you need to get that petty baby of an excuse in your stomach out?" He rasped, stopping me midway the staircase.

"A slap. One slap is all I need to get you out of my life." I retorted. I didn't see the anger coming, I turned back around and sprinted toward him.

And I did exactly that. His head snapped to the side with the force of the slap, my hand leaving a mark on his face which I should be remorseful for but, I wasn't. I stood firm on my spot, ignoring my guts screaming at me to run for the hills.

I noticed his stillness and my hands flew to my mouth. What have I done? What screw went lost in my head that I raised my hand on him…?

The vigorous fisting of his hands into balls by his sides told me what I needed to do. RUN.

I wasn't chanced. No, it was too late.

A shiver ran down my spine and I was paralyzed when he grabbed my neck and brought my face closer to his, "How come you have no fear! Now, apologize—"

"Let's get a divorce, Nikolai." I silenced him, certain I had heard enough.