Chapter 4: The Debit Card

There are always going to be circumstances you can't plan for. There's always the unexpected relevance and the fate.

_Jason Silva_

Lorena Cicero's  POV

"Can I come in?" I ask from the small opening of the door. Two minutes later.

"No response?" I open the door gradually. "I am in." I notify whosoever is inside.

Where is he? I thought that man said he was inside this office.

Suddenly, I started hearing smooching sounds. —wait a minute, is that kissing sound that I'm hearing? I walked in exclusively.

"Buon Cielo–" I screamed with my bag falling from my shoulders in uncertainty.

"Who's there?" The Voice was rigid and eclectic with irritation.

Is he having sex in the office? Is this man? My eyes are still fixed on my catnapped nemesis. Is he a lovemaking maniac?

He turned to glare at me with a frown, and it was quickly replaced with a smirk on his corner lips. His eyes are acceptable. But familiarly, he's a perverted man.

"Makris. Get her out of here; she's spoiling the fun. Please, baby, don't stop, ignore her presence," The lady in excess red lipstick, looking so indecent and also like a paramour, voiced out, making her voice sound sensual.

He looks back at the lady with a grimace as he slowly buttons his dress. " Neonato, I need to handle something first. I'm afraid that you've got to leave now."

"No, Amore, I don't want to go; we barely got started," she mumbles as she caresses his face.

"Go, you don't have to be afraid; you know that I love my women striking and curvy." He winked at her. "We can continue where we left off..."

She smiles at him as she gets up, making me see her whole body dress. A short kneel-length body hug-red gown. She is exposing the whole of her back to her waist end. Her curvy figure was —Very manipulative shape, her big breast firm at the top of her neck. Her dark hair is in a deep curl, with too much make-up, as if she's a slut in a movie.

"I'm leaving now," She kisses him, then turns to me with a tight frown. "You're a skunk. Do you want to take him away from me? No way!" She Mutters to my ears, giving me the death gaze with her piercing blue eyes.

"Psychopath..." I mumbled to myself.

Instantly, she stepped out. He turns to glance at me. The way his dark blue suit looks clean and very fashionably classic. He seems so fit, His striking blue eyes. With his arm in his pocket, he strolls to my side.

"Well, you've appeared fast," He smirks.

"A big CEO wants to see me. Where do I get the nerve to be sluggish?" I fake a smirk.

He peeks at me from my face down to my feet—the sign of irritation is evident on his face. "Still wearing the clothes of the last incident. And you seem to have some complaints about me?"

"What does a powerless woman like me have to complain about a tremendously renounced CEO?" I entwined my hand to my chest angrily.

He started moving towards me with a perverted smirk on the corner of his lips. I looked shocked as I stepped back bit by bit till my body found its way to the frigid rail wall.

"What are you doing?" I stammered.

He slams his arm to the wall with a perverted smirk. "You tell me!"

"I said, what are you doing?" I stuttered again. "I'm telling you, don't mess with me!" I notify him.

He chuckles.

"I order you, don't come closer to me; you're disrespecting my wish as a woman. Do not stand so closer to me," I turn my face to the left. "Stop this, this instant. You're inappropriate in front of a lady." I push him.

"Really?" He smirks. "There is something different in your accent, like how you place your sentences. They sound so exquisite. Are you a patrician by any chance?" He furrows his eyes at my dress. "I doubt it; you can't be noble with a skirt so disgusting and cheap,"

He came closer and closer until I blocked him with my arm and pushed him slightly.

"Stay away from me. I have a phobia; I'm allergic to men, mainly the dirty-minded douchbags." I frown at him.

"A phobia for dirty-minded men like me?" He chuckled. "Can you find a better excuse?" He scowls.

What a perverted dick. He's taunting me. No, I can't be disregarded by a maniac like him.

"Signore Andino," I called, looking barricade at him.

"Yes?" He folds his arm to his chest.

"I'm nobody, and you don't need to track me down. Do you? Or were you just bored and wanted to flex your money?" My frown tightened. "Now, I can see that you're no longer bored,"

"No, but yeah, I'm still bored," He sneered.

"Under what circumstances will you take down my image from the tabloids? I'm the number person the whole of Rome is looking for to get your prize money." I scowl at him angrily.

"Under no circumstances!" he tunks his hands back into his pocket with a smile.

Damit—Why is he doing this? He's taking my time, My father will soon sense my absence from home, and I've just three hours left to see him, and here I am with this ferocious beast of a man.

"Signore, Andino! Would you please tell me what it is that you want exactly? I don't think you will blackmail me with that image of just my back. Or do you have my full reveal?" I yelled at him. "I've to tell you that I'm not as rich as you; I'm a loner in this world. You don't have any reason to be after me; it's against my morals to steal from a man, and I bet that I didn't steal anything from you,"

"I don't care; I still won't take it down," He smiles, looking deeply into my eyes.

I look so fiercely disgusted at his response. I can feel the rush of my kill brain cell switching up, and I think I'll choose murder over my father's pedagogy.

"I don't even have a dime, I didn't rape you or anything, and I even paid you for the destruction. You were the one who invaded my privacy, and here you are, playing the victim. If it's more money you want, I don't have; I have just fifty euros in my bank account, and if you wish to have it as compensation for you to take down my back image, I've my debit card here, with me, in my handbag," I gesture my hand to my bag for him to see that I'm not the type to lie.

"Okay then, I'll take the card!" He smiles, the one that touches his confluence lips.

I am instantly confused. I was looking disappointed in him. –He wants my debit card? What a vicious man.

"What?" He chuckles at my still-confused face. "Or you didn't mean it?"

"Of...of course not!" I stammered before fixing my hand into my bag to get the card.

What a shameless man, He wants to take the debit card made for the orphanage. I made this card to save up a million euros for the orphanage. I recently transferred it to Signora Vincenza Pallas after swindling the money to this barbaric thief standing before me. I've more money, but this particular account is well deserted now.

I watch him as he stretches out his hand for me to give him the debit card. I frown.

"Here," I angrily slammed the card on his palm. "Have it," I probed my lip with my hand still on the card already on his palm. I look away with my eyes closed. "Now you have the money. Keep to your word. Remove my image from the Tabloid."

What I'm I going to tell father? He knows by now that I've paid my orphanage dues but gotten a million euros out. He keeps track of my saving since my big sister, Lorena, was doubled crossed. Talking of Lorena, I've not spoken to her for a week now.

I was immediately dragged out of my reverie by a craving for my arm. I looked up at the money thief.

"What do you want now you—"

Immediately, My words were cut off by his yanking. He yanks me closer to his body. Presently, my boobs landed on his broad chest, which was evidenced in his suit.

"Ahh," I screamed at him from the stabbing pain of my soft boobs hitting his thick chest.

He smirks. "It seems here that beauty, or should I say emerald is out of cash." He sneers, still holding me firm to his body, making me feel his fresh, strawberry-minty breath on my face.

"Be my woman, and I will give you two million euros monthly. What do you say?" He breathes on the lips of my earlobes.

I blink numerous times before shaking away his word from my head. Instantly, I pushed him slightly away from me, and he staggered before gaining his stance.

"Stupido. What...what did you say?" I looked at him as if he were a familiar ghost.

"Look at you, and it's evidence in your face that you're out of money. Am I right?" He grimaces.

He turns to his viewpoint and pulls out his dark blue suit pocket by the inside, and pulls out five black cards.

"These are black unlimited, infinite cards," He flips five-card to my face. "Pick one,"

"Black unlimited, infinite card...." I stuttered in surprise.

He's damn rich, as Francesca and Roselina have said back home. How about I take three cards? —One for me to the orphanage, one for Francesca and Roselina, and one for my big sister, Lorena. That's a flex. I should do it; it won't affect him, though. And even though it affects him and his company, what do I care?

Instantly, I snatched away three cards from him in less than one second. I scowl. "Such a generous-looking CEO, don't you worry, I may maximize it out,"

"Hungry for money, that's remarkable," He smiles. "If you can, I don't care anyways about a card. It's less for me,"

"Thanks then," I smile a decent kind that touches my eyes.

"Come here, emerald!" He voiced out with a smile as he walked closer to hug me. "Emerald, you smell so good like a baby; your skin is so soft and warm," His breath touches my ear lobe, giving me an irritational vibe.

The disgusting sense of what he's about conducting gets the better of my brain cell; without much calculation, I fold my hand in a punch and instantly throw it very hand on his lower abdomen. He winces rapidly in pain.

Hmmm, nine years of me and my sister and training with Signor Lucio, the karate master, since our kid age, without our father's consent, wasn't a waste. Today, it comes in handy.

He gives me the death stare. —This woman.

I smirk, throwing his stupid cards at his feet for him to bow to the queen and pick it up himself.

"Hey, you-" He bends to pick it up as expected.

I cut him off. "You think I'm after your money or anything? I am a woman of morals and dignity. Not everyone loves money, even the rich sometimes get tired of it, and it's useless to them. Some even donate it to the orphanage, so be guarded."

I instantly yank his blue necktie that rested on his white sleeve. "I am warning you now, and I am repeating it, I am a woman of morals and dignity, so don't you ever irritate me with money ever again because it disgusts me mostly if the fallacies are coming from a ruthless CEO like you,"

I could see the flinch in his eyes; then, I knew I was doing a satisfactory job. I continued.

"I gave you a million euros on our first meeting, now fifty. Are you a stingy CEO? I thought I clarified on the dropped note that we should never meet again?" I growled at him. "You better revoke that order I gave you. You better take down that picture of my back and delete any more stolen images of me if you have any." I continue to make him cringe in my wrath because still, I am my father's daughter.

I fling my card away from him. "We better not cross-part again, this time, for real, and fuck off with your cards." I released him and positioned my handbag correctly on my shoulders before stomping my feet on the doorpost.

I turned one more time with my eyes flaming up angrily. "Stupido!"

Hearing this insult, He recoiled before I slammed the door in his face.

"Sciocco Barbaro!" I yelled, making sure he got my last message.

A few hours later. Mister Aleotti walks into Makris's office with a big smile on his sexy face. Immediately he entered, he saw Makris on his seat, facing the enormous transparent window that reflected the beauty of the city of Rome.

"Hello, Kris," Aleotti smiles as he walks in. "I heard a girl rushed out of your office today. What's going on?"

He walks close to his massive desk when suddenly, he steps on something with a loud creak. We face down to check. "Is this your infinite cards? Why are they on the floor?" A smile left his face.

"Yo, Kris, no way...This is the first time I saw you get rebuffed by a woman," Aleotti giggles.

"Jorge, you have an hour to find out who that woman is. Find out the information about her." Markis voice out in a cold baritone.

"Uh...Are you mad?" Jorginho Aleotti's smile vanished, replaced with a frown,  yelling in shock. "Did I hear you say an hour? What the heck,"

"How dare she?" Markis's voice grew even colder and colder. "She's the first woman to look lowly at me and refuse me." He voiced out, the taste of anger swirling by the sound of his voice.

"And so?" Jorginho frowns. "You can have any woman you want, but why this particular one, if I may ask?"

"This woman, she's the one I want, and I must get her," he said with a relaxing breath.

"I don't like where this is going, Kris," Mister Aleotti frowns as he slowly walks out to work on his assignment.