I was certain about one thing that I am not going down alone, I will take him with me. I took long strides and blocked his way making sure he doesn't unlocks the door.
He lifted one of his brows, confusion evident in his eyes," what are you upto Miss Vitalio?"
"You think I'm letting you go through this door," I stated. I didn't find anything wrong in what I said but my words sounded amusing to him. He chuckled and took a step back, crossed his arms and continued," then how about you tell me if there's any other exit because I have business to do here unlike you," not only he was laughing at me but also mocking at the fact that I had no reasons to be here. It was a direct insult, no wonder he knows how to push my buttons.
I pressed my lips together and tried to reason out with him. "See, it will be a problem for us if they see you and me together. "
And trust me the reply he gave I felt like stuffing his mouth with all the used toilet papers. " Problem for us? It will only be a problem for you. "
It wasn't his fault, it was my fault to think he'll care for me. I was done begging or convincing that jerk in front of me. I turned and unblocked the door.
My cheeks were flushed red with anger because of my recent encounter with The Jerk; Victor Amuso. I stormed out of the restroom thinking what I'll say if they question me what I was doing in men's room that to with Victor Amuso.
They turned in my direction as the clicking of my heels brought their attention in my direction. They followed me and I continued walking ignoring the strange looks from my dad's bodyguard. "Mam, it was men's room," One of his guards said pointing to the sign to the left.
I stopped on my tracks saying," You think I can't read," it was a message for him that he can't ask any more questions from me.
And then the door of restroom opened and from there emerged the devil, he seemed nonchalant with his eyes all over me. He was letting the guards know that I was with him. He was showing that the devil is not scared of anyone knowing who he was with.
"Mam, you know who is of your dad?"
Our eyes were locked and for some reason I was liking it, the risk of being found out with him. The thought of playing with fire and this feeling of being free to make my own choices were foreign yet the best one. "Why are you going to report it to him if my answer is going to be a yes,"
I saw a smirk on his face when he walked past me and he was gone.
I made my way back to the table I was seated previously.
"What took you so long ?" My dad gritted.
"I went out to get some fresh air." I gave him a don't ask me questions look and he went back to his business. For some reason there was a continuous faint smile on my face. I started munching the pasta on my plate as I was hungry but his words kept on replaying in my head. He was so close to me, the filthy promises he made to me, he is an enemy Olivia. He is playing with you, he has a motive. He is here to destroy you but the way his eyes lingered on my lips was making me feel things. The way his eyes always look into mine.
"What's wrong with your face Miss Vitalio? It's red," It was the same guy who kissed the back of my hand, I was so engrossed in my world that I had no idea he was checking me out for so long. He was having a stupid grin on his face. This is the only reason I hate coming to these kind of dinner arrangements as these fuckers try to get into my panties and my dad pretends that he doesn't know.
"I'm feeling hot," I lied and continued eating but he rose up from his chair. I ignored him but then he continued,"How about I take you out, maybe you'll feel better. " He was being unreasonable. The whole room was already blasted by the air conditioner. No wonder he wants to take me out for his reasons. How can he act like that he didn't understand I was lying.
"No, I'm fine." He didn't listen to me instead walked in my direction, took my left hand in his with his other hand on my bare back.
I felt his fingers moving, this bastard! How dare he to lay his fingers on me. My mood was good but someone has to always spoil it. "You can give it a try," I lost all my calm, was raping me with his lusty eyes not enough?
I looked up with my eyes giving him a sharp glare, "I'll say it for the last time for you to understand, don't touch me unnecessarily if you want your fingers intact," He flinched at my words, it was good for him that he understood.
The smirk on his face vanished. He took a step back.
"Olivia," My dad shouted from the corner of the table. I gave him a deadly glare and declared," I'm leaving. I have taken enough of everyone's shit." It's going to be better that he doesn't stops me or else I'll make sure he regrets it.
But of course he did stand up to reprimand me from leaving.
"Don't overreact Olivia. He was just helping,"
Helping? I need to admit that my dad has got some serious issue with his brain. He was almost trying to feel me and my dad is covering it up as he helping me,"I have no issues in staying only if you allow me to chop his fingers dad," I said with a sweet, little smile. The filthy man walked back awkwardly and I gave him a deadly smirk.
My father knew that I am going to leave anyway so, he didn't dare to stop me. I took my phone and turned on my heels to leave.
I felt a lump in my throat which was suffocating me with every step I took. The father who was supposed to protect me, take care of me and my feelings, be my armor, friend was being nothing but a douche bag.
No one dared to follow me as I would have killed them in a blink of their eyes.
The elevator opened and I walked inside. I didn't even cared for looking who else was there
"Floor?" A masculine voice asked.
"Basement," I answered in a plantonic voice and stood at the corner and the elevator door closed. The inside had the mirror plating and then our gazes locked.
I stilled as it was the same pair of blue eyes. It was him. He was looking at my reflection intently without blinking his eyes. There was silence none of us speaking. The tension in the air thickened with every second. I was waiting for him to leave but he didn't. Was he taking the basement too? His legs were crossed with his hands in the pockets and eyes on me.
Finally the basement came and I took a step forward to leave but before I could walk out the door closed in front of me.
He was blocking my way to open the elevator and I saw him pressing the top floor button and the elevator started.
"What are you doing? Let me go," He didn't budge and covered the control panel fuelling my anger.
I tried to pull his biceps but it went in vain."Move, I want to go," I kept on whining but it went into deaf ears.
"Can't you hear, I am asking you to move," and I started aiming blows in his direction.
"Stop, and look into my eyes," it wasn't a plea but a command but I cared less, I kept on hitting his hard chest until he clapsed my both hands at my back, pulling me closer and his free hand making me look at him.
"I asked you to stop,"
"And I asked you to let me go," I counterattacked him.
"Not before you tell me what's wrong?" I wasn't expecting him to care about what was bothering him? Why does he even cares.
"It's none of your business," I said looking away but he pressed my chin harder almost crushing it and made me look at him with eyes showing that I don't know what patience means. "Everything that concerns you is my business. " He muttered. His sinful voice and what he said made me feel something which I havent felt before. It felt good for some good reason that there was someone to say they care.
I remained silent and he continued,"Did your father do anything?"
Hearing the father word disgusts me," He is not my father," I gritted fury evident in my tone and eyes.
"So it was him," No wonder he guessed it from my expression.
"Did something bad happen, did anyone touch you?" His voice was soft and low like a caresses to my aching heart. I saw nothing in his eyes but there was a promise that he'll ruin everyone who has made me vulnerable.
"I nodded," And his eyes darkened. Those calm pools had the storm in it ready to devour everyone who comes near the shore.
He closed his eyes and opened it, this time his eyes had pent up anger. He seemed like a volcano ready to erupt anytime. He let's go of my chin and says, "It's my fault that I didn't let people know who you belong to,"
I was upset and his concern or whatever it was made me feel good for a moment but the fact that he thinks I am an object, a possession that belongs to him made me loathe him. There was only one thought that Olivia Vitalio belongs to no one.
He continued, "But it's my promise that no one's going to lay a finger unless they want their hands to be chopped, no one makes you cry, no one hurts you as the only person who can do that will be only me,"
My eyes went on his neck, he is wrong if he thinks he owns me. I will never belong to anyone not even him. I pushed my body closer to him with my face inching closer to my aim and before he could realise what I was upto, I bit hard on the flesh of his neck , I felt him losing the grip on my wrist and I didn't let go of him until I felt the taste of mettalic on the tip of my tongue.
I backed off and looked at him with a satisfactory smile on my face, drop of his blood at the corner of my lips. He inched closer to me entering my personal space, my eyes studying his moves. I thought he'll take it as a warning but I was wrong. He brought his thumb to wipe the blood off my lips. The moment his roughness touched the smoothness of my lips my heart skipped a beat. It was a simple move yet it had an electrifying effect on me and the next thing which he did was the last thing I expected. He sucked on his thumb. "You should have told me that you were hungry for my blood. If it makes you feel better you are free to do it anytime," He said nonchalantly as if he didn't know I bit on him to hurt him. He is the only person who manages to make me feel things and piss me off simultaneously. Of course I can't win against him but I'll not leave this golden opportunity too. "You are right I am hungry," And this time without a warning, I pulled him closer by his collar with our
I kept on aiming blows in his directions but he didn't even flinch, he threw me in the passenger's seat like a rag of doll, took his driver's seat and ignited the engine. The car purred into life and there was no running back from where he was taking me. My dad was out for business so, there was no chance he'll care about my whereabouts. "Put on your seatbelts," He said while his focus was on the road. Always ordering me around. "What a fucker," I muttered under my breathe. "Don't think I can't hear you," Was I really that loud. I thought to myself. "I can read lips," I rolled my eyes at his confession. I looked out while he was driving as his face was the last thing I wanted to look at. No doubt he is handsome but looking at him reminds me how he tries to control me everytime. "Can you tell me where are you taking me Mr. Amuso?" I asked him but he ignored answering me. I felt like wringing someone's neck and I wish I could make him that someone. My eyes fell on his calm and com
WARNING:THIS CHAPTER HAS VIOLENCE.Something didn't feel correct, I was having binocular vision, dark around the edges, two circles of vision in the center then darkness flooded in. I woke up with my head on the side of something hard. Where am I?I was having a throbbing ache in my head making it difficult for me to think straight, memories of the ball night flashed and I realized I was drugged and fell unconscious but what happened after? My breaths were shallow, time had passed but how much? I had no clue about it. My reactions were slow, I was aware of my surroundings but I felt like I'm heavily drunk.I wanted to run, and call for help but nothing worked. I felt motionless, my body felt heavy and doesn't matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to move even my finger. What did that fucker add to my drink? A million thoughts crossed my head about the possibility of being brutally assaulted and no one will ever know. After lying there for minutes, I realised I was seated in a car's p
"Mam, please wake up, mam..," my eyes snapped open at the voice of someone continuously calling for me. I was in a cold sweat, paranoia taking over due to the loss of the familiar soothing cologne. I rub my eyes to fully awaken myself and realized I was in my car. Standing in front of me like two giant pillars were my dad's bodyguards. "Mam, are you okay?" How did I end up in my car, I forced my body up to look around and my car was parked a few meters away from the property? The guards helped me out of the car, "Mam, why were you sleeping in your car?" They asked."I was drunk so..," I realized they don't need to know everything, I handed my car keys to one of them saying, "I'll go to my room,""Mam.," I cut them off as I was in no mood of chatting. Why did he not wake me up before leaving? Maybe I should have thanked him but none of this would have happened if he would have not taken me with him in the first place. Wait! Olivia were you thinking of thanking him, from when did you
The warm water cascaded down my skin leaving goosebumps all over my body, I soaped myself getting rid of everything and everyone at once.This sensory restriction was like an extended brain blink. It cuts the outside world and ideas bubble up into awareness. Ideas to kill people by being right under their noses. A faithful dog biting his owner, do you know why because the owner snatched its most precious thing. I stepped out of the cubicle and saw a new Olivia who was ready to bring down the monster, wrapping myself in a towel I stepped into my space, and picked a bandeau neckline with elegant fold-over detailing on the cream crop top and paired it with petite wide-leg cargo trousers in beige. I tied my hair in a neat high ponytail highlighting my sharp features, I went for light makeup with dark lipstick and sneakers. Hiking my tote bag on one of my shoulders, taking my car keys and of course gun, I was ready to leave.It was almost midday when I descended downstairs the room was cl
His warmth engulfed me, the hem ending mid-thigh covering my upper body perfectly. I should be thanking him but I can't as he forced his clothes on me and I can't be thankful for his dominance."If you are done then I'll be leaving honey," I said as if sugar-coating the poison on my tongue and pulled myself away from him. I dashed out of the store without giving him a last look but what I didn't expect was for him to follow me silently. What's up with him? I looked at the sky, it seemed like floodgates in the sky have been opened and no one is there to close them back up, I covered my head and started sprinting towards my car completely ignoring his presence behind my back. I walked towards the parking and my eyes lit up seeing my Bentley, my eyes rose from the ground and came to a halt. It was parked at the same place where I left it but its tires were slashed open. I stood in shock looking at my car. It's my mother's car, it was like my baby, my closest thing, taking me away from
He dropped me at the exact place where my car was parked in the morning, I stepped out of the car and our eyes locked for the last time. There is something about the intensity he looks at me. I nodded my head and he simply stared at me, his eyes never leaving mine. I turned on my heels, the beautiful moon shone high in the sky like a queen on her throne, and the atmosphere reigned in calmness and quietness. The mansion that has been my home felt foreign, I saw two guards guarding the entrance and, I gracefully walked towards them. In silence declaring that none of them is capable of caging me. This mansion has seen blood more than rain, the screams of people will echo if you listen in silence, each wall has heard a murder story and if you dig you'll find corpses more than a graveyard can have and one day this mansion will witness one more murder of; the monster. "The boss wants to see you," I knew it was coming, I nodded my head and strode towards his office. I was on my way and I
I heard a shuffling sound and waited for the proposal as I knew if he has something which belongs to me, he won't easily hand it over to me, all the excitement I felt a minute ago vanished with the realisation what was coming, "As I kept something so dear to you and you know," He was stressing on the last part intentionally making me fill with rage. "I know what?" I asked gritting my teeth, anger stirred within me almost consuming me yet I managed to keep my tone devoid of emotions. "You should know nothing comes for free. So, it means you are going to pay me for the drive or a simple barter system," He answered in his sophisticated exotic tone. He was doing business. He has been worth millions of dollars yet he wants to create a hole in my pocket. I clenched my fists and asked, "How much?" Even though I knew I don't have enough money to stuff his mouth with but I can't let him have the upper hand. And I heard a deep sensual chuckle, did I make a joke? He continued, "Everything ca